Friday, January 18, 2008


I don't think too much about Spam. Don't eat it, don't like it in my inbox, might like it fried and on a piece of toast. Within the past two days, Spam has been thrust into my life in the form of a post that no longer exists on mtbr and in Dave Moulton's blog and his dislike of e-mail spam.

The word spam really only conjures up one image whenever I hear it.

(What's playing: Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, bacon, and spam.)