NO!
Sales of Spam are up, given the rising costs of food (including meat). Oscar Meyer is having a hey day with double-digit revenue growth of its Deli Fresh cold cuts.
I generally try and stay away from meat…and I most definitely abhor processed meat like Spam or lunchmeat. I even hate thinking about its existence. Haven’t you noticed that lunchmeat is rainbow colored, translucent, slimy and just all around gross?
People: you need to eat more fresh fruits and veggies. Then, when meat prices go up – it doesn’t matter! Because you barely eat that anyway! Good!
Government: you need to stop subsidizing the big crops for fuel and animal feed, and pour the $ into helping farmers who plant fresh produce.
YES!
I caught a spelling error in the NYTimes! The word “too” is spelled as “two.” Hopefully it will be fixed by the time anyone of you (nonexistent) readers get around to clicking on the link. This is a triumphant day indeed 
I just emailed them to call out this little error.
Is it strange that I derive great joy from this?
wrinkle lines
I’m worried for the Democratic Party.
I just read this article that foreshadows the direction of the upcoming presidential election.
McCain has started to harp on Obama’s severe lack of foreign policy experience. McCain last visited Iraq in March. Obama last visited in 2006. McCain urges us to consider: How much does Obama actually know? This isn’t just about the war, either. It’s a tough question to weigh, especially when it’s being asked by a decorated war veteran who has dedicated his life to public service.
Hillary, Hillary, Hillary.
And slightly related via reference to the war and today’s designation as Memorial Day – Media coverage of Iraq is down to an all time low, with some reports showing a mere 3% of coverage, compared to 25% last fall. Even if the news isn’t a sensationalist piece about Brad and Angelina’s latest baby, or the headaches of gas prices, we can’t afford to ignore a mess we started. If we’re going to send our brave citizens over there, we might as well do them the courtesy of giving their cause due attention.
sf summers
I pulled this joke off thingsyoungerthanmccain.com (thank you Sheena). It cracks me up:
A polar bear asks his Mother, ‘Mom, am I a real polar bear?”
“Yes darling, of course you are.” his mother answered.
“Are you SURE I’m a polar bear?”
“Yes dear,” his mother replied, “You are. I am, your sister is, your father is, we’re all polar bears.”
“Are you POSITIVE?”
“Yes, yes, for the last time, you’re a polar bear! Why do you keep asking?”
“‘Cause I’m fucking freezing!”
Poor little polar bear. I feel you.
puggle!
I just learned that a baby platypus is called a puggle! That is the most adorable baby name ever. Too bad the baby animal itself doesn’t look too cute. It looks like it’s wearing a fake beak.
the world will now resume
I’ve been wanting to start a food blog for a few weeks now, but realized I should pick the blogging back up with my first baby, uber goober, before having a second. Hence this post. But really, who can blame me for being a tad negligent given my past three weekends of: cavorting around LA in a Bentley convertible, taking a day trip to Sonoma in said Bentley, and imbibing myself into a black-out? Not I. Life is fabulous. And so are you.
