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Oh goody, I’ve got an inbox full of Prem from readers!

Have you ever heard of Prem? Me, neither. At first, I thought it was a new product trying to compete with SPAM. Turns out it’s been around for years. Funny thing is, I bet the makers of Prem rather wish their canned meat had SPAM’s notoriety. Meanwhile, SPAM – with a little help from Monty Python – has become synonymous with unsolicited email. Hormel, the makers of SPAM, have reconciled with their product’s unfortunate association. If nothing else, it keeps SPAM in the public eye. Hormel only asks that people use lowercase letters when talking about junk email, and all…

Texas Toast not so Texan, perhaps?

Texas Toast, it’s a common sight around here, “here” being Texas. So what’s this New York connection claiming to be “the original Texas Toast”? I may have unearthed a conspiracy, folks, the culinary equivalent of a chupacabra. Could it be mafia-related? Should I even be asking these questions? If any Texans out there know what’s up, please fill me in. Otherwise, I shall continue my investigation into this matter, and will report my findings in further blog posts, brave cub reporter that I am. While cruising the NaBloPoMo blog roll, I realized that I probably should have put my blog…

The Secret of Huge Eggs and Ginger Tea

I just realized that if I don’t hurry up and post something right now,  I won’t get anything posted today.  I don’t want to break the NaBloPoMo posting momentum by dropping the ball now. I don’t want to drop any huge eggs, either, since – as today’s photo illustrates – even big eggs shatter when you drop them on the floor. Let that be a warning to you all! I just realized that if I don’t hurry up and post something right now,  I won’t get anything posted today.  I don’t want to break the NaBloPoMo posting momentum by dropping the…

Who needs knockout rats when I’ve got Science Snooze?

Need a gift for the chronically daydreaming research scientist in your life? Me neither, but apparently knockout rats are ideal. Up until yesterday, I had never heard of a knockout rat, although the name is reminiscent of both fainting goats and a litter of narcoleptic puppies I once saw in a documentary. There is an ad for knockout rats on the back of Science magazine, you see, and that was the last thing I saw before falling asleep last night, so all day today I’ve had the phrase ‘knockout rats’ kicking around my brain pan. Knockout rats, knockout rats… It…

We’ve got you covered, sort of . . .

There’s not much to say about the charmingly named ‘Butt Face Towel,’ since the product literally spells it out for you. I won’t even bother making a cheeky crack about it, although its clearly begging for one. I can think of a slogan for them, though: ‘Butt Face Towels. We’ve got you covered – sort of.’ If you are going for a certain decorating motif, however, these boldly labeled towels could be helpful. Perhaps you only stock your pantry with generic household items. Why, these towels would fit right in! That’s a rather narrow marketing niche, though. I’ll bet these…

Gender bending Texan style

If you know Italian, you can imagine my confusion upon seeing this sign on the restroom door of the Maccheroni Grill here in Texas. ‘Uomini’ means ‘men,’ you see, so I hesitated to walk in. The other sign, at least, read both ‘signore,’ and ‘men,’ so after standing in the hallway for a few baffled moments, I opted for door number one: Uomini. Phew! Not a urinal in sight. It was the ladies room, all right. On the way out, I asked one of the wait staff about the sign. She just shrugged and said that, ‘It was painted by…