I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin. If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Self Professed Spamadian?
There's this site where they recycle horrible email spam into weird t-shirt slogans. I love this idea, natch. I kick myself for not coming up with it myself. Their links page can direct you to other spam recycling efforts and spam related sites. What they lack, sadly, is links to information about the actual processed meat which is itself a fascinating subject. SPAM used to have its own festival. SPAM has its own museum. People write SPAM haiku. SPAM is cooked in the can. And yummy (the less salt variety) with a medium fried egg and a bowl of rice. The Official Hormel SPAM site is kind of dorky, delightful, and bizarre for a corporate site.
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