I remember seeing this on the original air date of February 20, 2007; but had forgotten about it until a conversation yesterday about Craig Ferguson prompted me to look it up on YouTube. I am still astounded at what is a very impressive monologue–he says a lot of counter-intuitive stuff there, not the least about how “not right” it is that we find so much enjoyment in ridiculing the weak, broken, and vulnerable. While I presume Ferguson is not a Christian believer (though he is certainly aware of something beyond himself–if only that great ultimate reality called ‘friends’ or ‘community’), I found myself renewedly aware of the deep, self-saturated sinfulness of my own sense of humor. Embarrassing.

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Dan: Your urine self appraisal?!?

Scott: Uh, sorry … Year End’h.

Various: [amid laughter] Strong, steady str… [remainder of conversation redacted]

Taking a cue from a friend who has begun a series on his blog called Spam of the Day, in which he “embrace[s] Spam as a cultural phenominam,” I am starting a series here on Transformatum called Rearranged Spam. The game is to take all of the words from the spam email and rearrange them into something a little more literate. I have not added or subtracted any words, nor have I changed their tenses or persons. I have only taken liberties with punctuation. This first is about the dangers of alcohol and boating.

Original Spam (sans Rx image)

>>the two canoes, which was the task that the whole party was now
>>and who was striving to communicate with him, would be apt to
>>indulging in a liquor so much more palatable than that he was
>he was compelled to keep himself. The odor of the whiskey was so
>Margery appeared no more. Assured now of the accuracy of his
>There was tolerably firm ground on it, but it lay in an irregular
background to admit of his being seen. But the fire still blazed in
the night. As it was probable that the sentinel would take his
collected in a body on the brow of the hill, where the chief was
is here can be removed into the thicket that is luckily so near; and
blood, and the usual temporary paralysis had been the consequence.
whiskey, and let them long for it without gettin’ any, as a

Rearranged Spam

Assured of the accuracy of where he was, that is, of the whole of his background, the chief was now compelled to keep himself indulging in his liquor and so the usual and temporary paralysis had been the consequence. Can it be? It was. But luckily Margery was more apt than that. He was striving to communicate with him, but the sentinel lay on firm ground in an irregular body on the brow of the hill and, being seen, would no more admit it. The odor here was a gettin’ near tolerably palatable, as it was probable that there was so much whiskey collected in the blood, that the two appeared as a fire which still blazed in the night. So for any who would long to party without the whiskey, it was now his task to let them be removed and take the canoes into the thicket.

When I snapped this I was thinking, “Like father like daughter.” I’m sure she would say that it was all because of riding in the car … as would I, as would I …

Between typical and atypical events, I totally blanked on the fact that game four of the World Series was last night. I am glad the Red Sox won, but sweeps are just not conducive to chaotic family life. Next time let’s at least take it to six games.

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