I don't wear a watch. I don't need to because I have an uncanny, my wife calls it "freakish," ability to know instinctually the time within a five-minute margin of error. Close enough for deadline work.

So what type of cruel blind-marketing irony this week brings literally thousands of spam ads for Rolex and other top-line knockoff watches to an inbox near me?

Reminds me of an old Cheech and Chong routine. Sorry, "old" and " Cheech and Chong" would be redundant. "Hey, wanna buy a watch? I know you need a watch because if you had a watch you'd know it's nighttime, and nighttime ain't no time to be in this here part of town."

In direct inverted proportions to my ability to know the time, I have a woeful inability to dress fashionably, and again, in a perfect irony, a wave of spam for Gucci rip-off footwear and other attire is flooding my e-mail system.

We won't talk about the additional deluge of ads for, ahem, male enhancement products, but I'm starting to feel a little insecure here.

Anybody else experiencing a marked spike in spam this week?

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