Much to my irritation, I got spammed today because I have (well, had) my e-mail addy on my profile page. It's gone now. I had it up there in case folks wanted to send me a personal message. However, now that I've received some awfully chatty spam that actually had the chutzpah to say it had picked my e-mail addy off my Blogger profile, it ain't there no more. Grrr.
E-mail spam sucks.
Real SPAM on the other hand, makes for a tasty meal when you're camping. Honest - it does. Spam fried up in a pan with potatoes, green beans, and onions? Yum. I understand that Hawaii thrives on SPAM. In fact, this article even has a Hawaiian recipe for Teriyaki SPAM Stir-Fry.
I can't help but wonder if the cast & crew of "Lost" has developed a taste for SPAM during their time in Hawaii... You know, maybe instead of mac and cheese, the Lost folk should have found a pallet of SPAM tins in last night's episode. Then, SPAM could have had a great promotional tie-in: limited edition "Lost" SPAM. Collect each character's special tin! I want my Hurley SPAM tin!! (This is one of those moments when I wish I had mad Photoshoppin' skillz...)
Hey, I got two Lockes. Trade you a Locke for a Hurley...
SPAM: the official potted meat of ABC TV.
I think I need some ibuprofen. My wrist and my left leg have finally started to hurt. Damn stupid Murano driver. Murano moron. Grrr.