spam fan

i almost joined the spam fan club yesterday. not the internet annoyance, but the luncheon meat manufactured by the hormel corporation. this thought stayed my hand: what sane person gives their e-addy to a purveyor of spam? and yet, and yet. guilty pleasure: i love the gelatinous and meat-like goodness of spam. probable cause: my parents were both raised in hawaii, and i grew up eating it accompanied by balls of rice wrapped in dried seaweed. yum! hawaiians, after all, eat more of the stuff than anybody (but not anything; still plenty of room on their plates for poi and teriyaki burgers). maybe i could use the hotmail address?