From the kitchen
Hunger does strange things to a man. Tonight, rather than walk a block to the grocery store or a Taco Bell, I decided to make due with what I had. My creation: Mexican Spam. Take a little bit of heated and sliced Spam (a can turns out to be too much. ugh.) and mix it generously with salsa. Add a dollop of sour cream and top with cheese. Voila! Eat your heart out talking Chihuahua.

By the way, the judges have decided not to award any prizes in last week’s “Guess my lunch” contest. Three readers (including my mom, yikes.) chimed in with the answer of Spam, but that’s different than Spam spread. Spam spread reminds the judges of deviled ham. Further, the judges are extremely jealous of one Julie and wouldn’t doubt that she has been to Sheboygan without them too. hmph.

From the hormones
How about those moist lips on Tostitos ‘model’ Cindy Taylor? She’s the hottest chip model since Ali Landry.

Still in the Christmas spirit? Want out?
Check out Holidays on Ice by David Sedaris. Read all about burned-out mall elves, Christmas whores, and giving until you’re homeless. You’ll laugh. You’ll squirm uncomfortably. You’ll worry about David Sedaris.

Music reviews too?
I listened to some Nerf Herders last night and decided that while funny, they are probably not for me. Also not for me is Crispin Glover’s (you’re so gullible McFly) “Big Problem?” In a word it was “odd”. His version of Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots Were Made for Walking” has been called genius by some. Dying cats could record a similar cover. The man clearly had a lot of pain and probably escaped from that pain with a lot of drugs.
Don’t buy it and don’t hold your breath waiting for his next record “Big Love”.