YAY! I’m so jealous. And we’re totally going to eat tons of musubi when you get back while you can tell me all about it. You’re the expert now. Which is, of course, what happens when one goes to a museum.
I assume this statue is intended for children & Mr. Spam’s hands would be @ their upper-backs, in a gentle, “Hi Kids! I’m made of pork!”, fatherly way. As it is, it looks like he’s slowly inching down Rachel’s back like a slow-dancing prom senior & he’s already gone for the gusto w/ Dr. Tsou, hence the smile.
YAY! I’m so jealous. And we’re totally going to eat tons of musubi when you get back while you can tell me all about it. You’re the expert now. Which is, of course, what happens when one goes to a museum.
Comment by dana — July 14, 2008 @ 6:49 am
Is rubbing the Spamguy’s nose known to bring good luck or something? Poor lil’ guy could use a fresh coat of paint.
Comment by kim — July 14, 2008 @ 8:59 am
Your shoes glow.
Comment by Karen — July 14, 2008 @ 11:52 am
I assume this statue is intended for children & Mr. Spam’s hands would be @ their upper-backs, in a gentle, “Hi Kids! I’m made of pork!”, fatherly way. As it is, it looks like he’s slowly inching down Rachel’s back like a slow-dancing prom senior & he’s already gone for the gusto w/ Dr. Tsou, hence the smile.
Comment by redking — July 14, 2008 @ 5:25 pm
So a doctorate from the U of C is pretty much just going to get me a game of grabass with the Spam man? I’m dropping out!
Comment by Celia — July 17, 2008 @ 1:58 pm
R: the pleasure was all mine. C: totally worth it
Comment by J-Potty — July 19, 2008 @ 12:07 am