I’m going to divert from the typical stuff discussed here. I’m sure you’re on the end of your seat, anticipating what I’ll discuss. Let’s go back in time to when the Beatniks were cool, juvenile delinquency was on the rise, Playboy was just beginning and Grace Kelley was simply beautiful. I’m talking about the 1950s and Spam.
Why Spam? Because I didn’t know there were so many darn types out there!
Here in the Blue House we like to kid around with each other. Typically this involves many “reply all” e-mail chains that spin out of control like a Midwestern tornado. If you step away from your desk during one of these “spam storms” you return to 15,000 e-mails talking about stuff on cats or pies in the office kitchen.
I like to wait for the right moment in these “spam storms.” Typically this happens on e-mail No. 526. Why No. 526? I have no idea, but when we pass that magic number, I like to send out a picture of a Spam can to shut everybody up. I’m sure my co-workers love me for this.
So in honor of Spam (the mystery meat type) killing spam (the electronic type), I’ve decided to post a bunch of Spam can pictures and throw a few interesting facts about Spam out there. Here you go:
• Despite associating Spam with the 1950s, I’ve learned it was actually introduced in 1937.
• The original name was Hormel Spiced Ham, but then shortened it to Spam.
• Austin, Minn. is home to Spam Jam, a carnival devoted to the mystery meat every Fourth of July. Don’t you think they would’ve picked a better day?
• The Spam Jam is not to be confused with Space Jam, Michael Jordan’s best movie.
• The Spam Jam is not to be confused with Spamarama, which is a yearly festival held around April Fool’s Day in Austin, Texas. Really? April Fools Day? OK …
• Spam was one of the few foods excluded from British food rationing during the World War II. Hitler was defeated; Churchill thanked Spam.
• Since World War II Spam has become very popular in Japan. No punch line. That’s the joke.
And that’s all I know. Feel free to pull a picture off this blog to send out when you feel you’re getting spammed (the electronic type).
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