September 10th, 2002

barometric waffle linguists (pic by me)

Oh. My. God.

Okay. I knew about Spam sushi. Spam sushi is disturbing enough in its own right, but I've acclimated. I used to live three blocks from (and occasionally eat at) a Hawaiian restaurant that served it.

But I made the mistake of Googling for information about Spam sushi so that I could provide a web link in today's journal entry, and ended up losing it. Not because of Spam sushi. Because of Spamku.

Spamku? That's the clever way of truncating "Spam haiku." Haiku celebrating Spam. To wit:

Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas
It gets worse from there.

Go read:

And don't miss the Spam sushi recipe, complete wit rilly disturbin' Hwiiyun accen' type writin'.

Frankly, I admire these people's resolve in actually being able to stomach such a recipe; and I think the haiku is actually quite clever -- but I need some quiet time by myself to let my brain recover from its slipped clutch.

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