One thing I hate, really, is when software tries to be smarter than me.
You know, spell-checkers double-guessing what I’m typing, GPS navigators knowing better than me where I want to go, and now, Gmail sorting my emails and deciding what I don’t want to read.

It was by accident this morning that I found out that Gmail had decided to file as spam all the communications to me from The Film Noir Foundation.
Now, about two years ago I had donated twenty bucks to the foundation – because I love noir, because it was the right thing to do, and all that.

Then, because of the already-mentioned chaotic months that followed, I completely forgot about it – also because I got no signal back from the Noir Foundation.

But it wasn’t them – it was Gmail, whose mysterious algorithms simply decided that the stuff they were sending me looked suspicious anyway, and therefore filed it into the depths of the spam folder.

Then, this morning, totally by accident, I found out about my mail software scheming against me.
On the up side, now I have a virtual stack this thick of Noir City magazines that I had missed, and will now be able to read. And it will probably lead to films to (re)watch, posts to write, story ideas…

On the down side… what else lays buried in the depths of the spam folder?
Job offers? Love letters? Money transfers?

I hate it, really, is when software tries to be smarter than me.