Friday, March 21, 2008


Fear of Spam

When the word Spam was extended from a tinned concoction of pork-like product to its internet meaning of "junk mail," it all made sense.

Good metaphor. Icky unappetizing meat like filler. Especially the ones that assure all readers their penis can be widened, stretched, and turned to stone for long periods of time.

Gmail has a good spam filter. It captures euphemisms and dumps them in a fetid heap to be disposed of at some future date.

love rocket

trouser trout

Monty's python

Stay away from my inbox.

Here's the new spam assault problem.

Every time one goes into gmail to get rid of the junk, as it were, a threatening recipe for the original Spam appears at the top.

Hey! Why do this to us after perfecting such a good filter?

None of them are appetizing. They are hideous; yet, somehow, I cannot look away.

They tell me to click for Spam Skillet Casserole: Broil until golden

Spam Veggie Pita Pockets - Serves 8

Spam Vegetable Strudel - Bake 20 minutes or until golden, serve with soy sauce

Spam Primavera - Toss with linguini, serve immediately

Spam Swiss Pie - Bake 45-55 minutes or until eggs are set

Vineyard Spam Salad - Combine grapes, spam, peapods and onions in large bowl

Are you hungry yet?

Go to Hawaii and eat well:

Look for local treats, even at national chain stores. Spam musubis
can be found at every 7-11 and in most places that sell plate lunches.

Have a poetic side?

Read some Spam Haiku

Spam Facts include the following: Among the 50 foreign countries where Spam is sold, the UK and South Korea are the largest markets.

Spam this article to your thousand best friends, urge them not to break the chain, and something good will happen to you at some point within the next fifteen years. I assure you the good fortune will not include tinned meat.

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