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Have you ever gotten a financial tip that sounded so good, you could almost hear a choir of angels singing? Maybe it was a post from a distant cousin on Facebook, who suddenly looks 20 years younger and is standing…

Here’s the thing about scammers: they’re lazy. They’ve always been lazy. In the past, that meant laughably bad grammar in emails (“Dear Esteemed Sir, kindly send me your Social Securitys”). Now? They’ve outsourced the work to Artificial Intelligence. Which means…

The other day, I got a pop-up on a website. “Hello!” it said, chipper as a songbird. “My name is Brenda. How can I help you today?” I needed to know if they shipped to Antarctica, a pressing question for…

Have you ever had a private conversation with your spouse about, say, the urgent need for a flamingo-shaped pool float, only to find your Facebook feed suddenly plastered with ads for every inflatable tropical bird known to man? It’s enough…

Stop!! Before you hit “Buy Now” to pick up that knee cream that lets you dunk like LeBron James. Or miracle glasses that claim to see the future. Or a $12 pillow that promises “inner peace.” If a product sounds…

The other day, I was confiding in my golden retriever, Barnaby, about my creaky knee. Just a private, man-to-dog chat. Barnaby, by the way, is a top-notch listener but gives medical advice that mostly involves more treats and naps. That…

Have you ever received an email from your cousin Barb that made you spit out your coffee? The one claiming that scientists discovered a species of squirrel in Peru that can yodel the national anthem? And for a moment, just…

I saw a picture of my neighbor, Herb, the other day. In it, he was accepting a Nobel Prize for inventing a self-weeding garden hose. He was shaking hands with the King of Sweden, and a bald eagle was perched…

Online shopping. Ah, the thrill of finding that perfect sweater or a gadgetamajig you didn’t know you needed, all from the comfort of your favorite armchair! It’s like magic, isn’t it? No crowded stores, no parking wars, just pure, unadulterated…

The phone rings, and it’s your grandson, Timmy. At least, it sounds exactly like Timmy, except he sounds like he’s calling from inside a wind tunnel during a national kazoo convention. And he’s in trouble. Big trouble. “Grandma? I’m in…