If you're not a sci-fi geek of some sort, you probably don't get this joke. Sorry.
You obviously don't know where your towel is, and are clearly not a hoopy frood; more's the pity.
Alrighty then. Here is my e-mail address:
No, it's not my "real" address, of course. We don't know each other nearly well enough yet for that level of un-protected, post-modern electronic intimacy.
Given the size of the marketing spam and e-mail scam industries and the spider bots they employ to garner e-mail addresses for their various lists, I would never dream of posting my e-mail address like this; this is a throw-away address. I always practice safe correspondence.
But mail sent to this address will get to me; I promise. It is forwarded to my actual e-mail address, and even shows up in a nifty color to alert me that someone is trying to reach me via my Web site. If, or more likely, when it gets onto a spam list, I just chuck it for a new temporary address. Cool, huh?
Of course, if we hit it off—and I've seen your test results and know you don't have a communicable spam disease—you can have my real contact information. But you'll have to at least buy me dinner and a movie first; I'm not that easy.
