"[Hormel] decided that instead of turning the lawyers loose we’d just assume that people can tell the difference between good canned meat and bad e-mail and that people wouldn’t confuse the two."
This post is dedicated to those guys who made high school much more enjoyable because of the Spam graffiti they wrote everywhere.
In the age of comment spam and spam e-mail, it’s good for this Wired article to remind us that Spam can also be food.
"This place is 16,500 square feet of pure pork fun," said Shawn Radford, Spam Museum and archives manager, about the Spam Museum in Austin, Minnesota. Road trip, anyone?
(Thanks for sending me the link, RKO.)
October 18th, 2004 at 7:35 pm
This post is dedicated to those guys who made high school much more enjoyable because of the Spam graffiti they wrote everywhere.
Let me bring everyone up to speed about the Spam graffiti.
Back at Summerville High in South Carolina around 1989/1990 there were these two guys. They had a radio show you could hear in the cafeteria during lunchtime. They drank way too much caffeine and seemed too smart for their own good sometimes.
At any rate, these two guys took it upon themselves to graffiti the school with the weirdest stuff they could thing of. “Avant garde graffiti” they called it. Somehow Spam struck them as incredibly funny. Whether it was a nod to the old Monty Python skit or the Weird Al song, I’m not sure.
So they somehow got some big black industrial markers that were not commercially available and began a campaign of writing weird stuff everywhere – on classroom doors, bathroom walls, lockers, hallway walls – everywhere. They would write things like “SPAM – THE MOVIE”, “SPAM – IT’S EATING YOU”, “HAVE YOU HUGGED YOUR SPAM TODAY?” “ MAY THE SPAM BE WITH YOU” “SPAM – WORLD TOUR 90” and my personal favorite, “SPAM – THE RELIGION, IT’S GOD IN A CAN!” Boy that one *really* honked off people in Summerville, South Carolina, the buckle of the Bible belt, back in the late 80s.
Needless to say, the administration hit the roof when they realized that they could not get rid of this graffiti, short of sandblasting it off.
The school was always hoping someone would report them or even better, catch them in the act, but they somehow managed to graffiti the walls over the weekend, so you’d come in Monday morning and there would be some brand new graffiti on somebody’s door that wasn’t there Friday afternoon. How they managed to pull jobs like that and never get caught was beyond me.
Of course, most of the student body didn’t get the joke at all. But if did get it, you would laugh your head off at the absurdity of it all. They helped make high school a little bit better.
-Lincoln