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At dinner the other night, we were talking about e-mail spam, and my 15-year-old French stepson asked about the origin of “spam.” He is heavily into etymology, which I relate to totally.

I told him what I knew about it being a staple in WWII and said that the only place in the US where it still gets any respect (that I know of) today is, oddly enough, Hawaii, where they make musubi (sushi rice molded into shapes) with a little slab of SPAM on top and wrap it with nori. They sell ‘em in 7/11 stores the way they do hot dogs on the mainland. In Hawaii, you can get SPAM in restaurants with your scrambled eggs and stuff too. How do I know this? I lived there from the age of 15 to 20, and it hadn’t changed when I went back for a vacation three years ago.

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It actually looks pretty tasty, doesn’t it? It is. But I didn’t have any when I was there last. I haven’t eaten red meat in 26 years.

(When I was a kid, though, my mom used to send us to school with sandwiches made with SPAM spread. Sounds disgusting now, but I loved the stuff.)

While poking around for pictures for this post, I found this article full of SPAM historical trivia on the Hormel website. SPAM also has its own website, which is worth a visit to for its monumental kitsch value alone.

Not surprisingly, there’s a SPAM merchandise site too. (This is America we’re talking about.) In fact, I am sorely tempted to get myself a SPAM t-shirt—because I’m a bit of a geekette, because it is one of the icons I grew up with and I’m slightly homesick at the moment, and because one of Vincent’s pet names for me is Spammy. One of his all-time favorite Monty Python skits is the SPAM skit, which he walks around reciting from time to time. (It’s very cute.)

Hormel undoubtedly owes a massive chunk of its SPAM merchandising revenues to the other kind of spam. I mean, I wouldn’t want a SPAM t-shirt if it weren’t for—spam. Wouldn’t it be nice if they forked over some of the buckage to help develop anti-spam technologies? Even though they didn’t ask for the notoriety, they’re still benefiting from the phenomenon…

I just wonder how many more times in my life I’ll have to read the words Vi*gra and h*rse sex? This kind of junk uses up valuable nanoseconds, and they add up…

So why am I going on about this subject today? I intended just to write a quick note to let you all know that I’ve had to install an aggressive comment spam blocker on this blog that doesn’t even show me the comments it flags as spam, which means that it’s entirely possible that a legitimate comment of yours might not get through. I allow all real comments through, even the mean ones, as long as they’re rational, so please don’t be offended if your comment doesn’t appear. And do let me know if that happens because, if it’s a problem, I will have to look for an alternative.

The reason I had to install this spam blocker is—this is how I understood Vincent’s explanation—the sites living on the free.fr servers are no longer allowed to talk to Akismet, Wordpress’s excellent spam blocker, because some assholes were abusing Port 80, and so everybody suffers. I didn’t understand the details. I’m not that much of a geekette! Vincent can tell you more.