But Kimmer LOVES Spam

A couple of closing thoughts for the night.

First, I watched Indiana Jones & The Raiders Of The Lost Ark with Liam tonight. His first. My seventieth. I forgot that my buddy Kimmer has his Big Screen debut in the movie, waaaaaay back in 1981. His German wasn't so good, but his fisticuffs were spectacular. If it weren't for the fact that he caught a spinning propeller in the face, Kimmer would have made schnitzel out of Doctor Jones! I snapped a clip (click to enlarge!) of him. Man! Was he in his prime, or what?

Funny how time changes. I think Kim is on the wrestling circuit, now. I found a more recent picture of him. He was saying, "You think anybody wants a roundhouse kick to the face while I'm wearing these bad boys? Forget about it! You think anybody thinks I'm a failure because I go home to Starla at night? Forget about it!"

Starla is one lucky woman. Big tracts of land!

Finally, today marks the 30th birthday of my friend: SPAM! The first unsolicited piece of email was blasted out on this day, thirty years ago.

On March 31, 1999, Joel Furr was the first to call a spam a spam. It was an obscure reference to a Monty Python skit. In the skit, an English diner serves its food with lots and lots of spam, and the cross-dressing waitress repeats the word several times in describing how much spam is in the items. As s/he does this, a group of nearby Vikings start chanting:

"Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, lovely spam! Wonderful spam!"

Until the waitress hollers at them to shut up.

And so the meaning of the term "spam" is: anything that keeps repeating and repeating itself to the point of annoyance.

So, Happy Birthday, Spam! Here's a video to celebrate your namesake