The problem with this, of course, is now I have to whack one guy, no questions asked, if Wolcott summons me. Dammit.
(and yes, I know it's a scam. But sometimes, it's nice to get a little love, even from dubious sources. Like when you wind up talking to that spam-phoning mortgage broker about his difficult divorce. It's post-singularity, people, and still a little shaky for even the hipsters)