Clever spam, and clever Spam
My husband and tech guy G. Grod adjusted the comment controls to filter out likely spam from the comments so we wouldn’t have to approve each comment. Check out the comments on the first post. One got through–skillful spammer.
That slippery comment is as clever as its namesake lunchmeat. For reasons I can’t comprehend, G. Grod not only likes but actively seeks out Spam, the product. I shouldn’t be surprised. We are both from the Philly area, but only one of us has a penchant for scrapple. It’s not me.
Don’t know what scrapple is? Robbie Fulks sings a good definition, which you can listen to here. It is what it sounds like–mysterious meat.
Why is Spam clever? If you have not had the occasion lately, and I can’t blame you if you didn’t, check out a can of Spam the next time you’re in a grocery store or even Target. The copywriting on the Spam can is hilarious. They know it’s a joke, so they celebrate it. I will not even quote it here; the experience of reading it on the rounded, rectangular tin of meat is part of its charm.
The can is so well-written that it almost makes me want to eat Spam to show my support. But not quite.