Apr 19 2006
Fun with Spam
I should be getting to bed, I still need my rest to avoid a common cold relapse. But I can’t resist, this internet thing is such a huge time vacuum!
I have a friend. Actually, I have many friends but one friend in particular who lives in the Great White North, eh. Now, this friend tends to get a crazy silly streak once in awhile. One day I was at work and all of a sudden, my inbox beeped with a new message. A few new messages. Actually, dozens of new messages. And they all said the same thing. Subject: Spam. Of course, seeing who the sender was, I simply rolled my eyes and laughed. From then on, Spam would be a running joke with us.
After the high volume spam, GP sent me spam in other forms. I got a nice gif image of a Spam can. I got the wav file of the Monty Python spam sketch. I also got the script of said sketch. I joked that I’d get him back one day. He lives in a better off neighborhood in a large Canadian city, so I joked that I’d have a pallet of spam delivered to his house. Wouldn’t the neighbors love that - a whole pallet of Spam rotting in the driveway of the vegan’s house. But, I couldn’t raise the money or figure out the logistics of sending that large a meat shipment over international borders. Then one day I found the perfect comeback. It was legal. It had to work. Of course, the thing cost more to ship to Canada than it did to actually buy it, but it was still affordable. What was it, you ask? It was (drumroll, please) a pallet of Spam. Not an actual pallet, but a notecube with tiny cans of Spam printed on the sides displayed on a little wooden pallet. Oh yeah. Point for the American!
He loved it, of course. I had won the Spam wars. But, he couldn’t sit silently. A few weeks later, I received a box from Amazon. I didn’t remember ordering anything. Then I noticed it wasn’t from Amazon.com. It was from Amazon.ca. Big difference, and I only knew one person who would send me something from there. GP himself. I received a lovely illustrated children’s book about a family pet with a particularly malodorous problem. It was different and unexpected, and my then 4-year-old niece loved it.
We’ve called a truce in the Spam wars, but every now and then there’s a bit of friendly fire. We just like to keep things interesting.
