A Few Days Late and a Can of Spam Short

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A Few Days Late and a Can of Spam Short

Last week my friends Tarja, Ann, and Lisa decided to take spam into their own hands, but they weren’t headed for the kitchen. They tackled the spam comments that are the bane of the blogger’s existence, those weird disjointed missives we find posted to our blogs all day long, representing upstanding organizations like “African Tribal Art at Cost” and “Buy Vigria Online.”

My friends decided that these stream of conscious letters deserved the Masterpiece Theater treatment. But I completely chickened out. All three of these ladies have a background in the theatuh, and I didn’t want to look foolish.

Then I watched their videos last Thursday and howled with laughter. Because what can be more foolish than spam itself? I found myself inspired, I found myself jealous, I found myself four corkers in the ol’ spam filter and decided to record them. Better late than never, I hope. Because I’m tryna bring my posts a little livelier.

And please go visit The Flying Chalupa, Smacksy, and Ann’s Rants for the posts that got me started.