Your observations are always so telling!

Those crazy Hawaiians and their canned meat products.

On vacation in the 49th state once, I was told that Hawaii has the highest Spam consumption of ANY state. In the next sentence the tour guide told us that Hawaii also had the highest per capita population on government assistance.

Are the two related? I will let others ponder this quandary?

Warm regards,

BB

As I’ve been struggling under a deep depression brought on by the finale of Rock Star: Supernova (Magni! We hardly knew thee! Keep your head up, you Icelandic darling!), I wasn’t sure I was up to the task of today’s comment. Be cheerful? When I know that Lukas beat out a true talent? It’s been hard to shake off the pain. But I managed to drag myself off the couch and make my way over to my Amy Vanderbilt Success Program For Women — a collection of books covering such topics as “How to Shop Wisely,” “Your Trip to Europe,” “How to be a More Interesting Woman,” and “How to Help Your Husband Get Ahead”. I found “How to Give Parties With a Theme” (1964) and immediately turned to the Hawaiian section.

All the usual things are there: leis on the table, barbecue ribs and baked bananas, a muumuu competition … I think we all know how to throw a Hawaiian themed party, right? (But what about an Icelandic themed party? MAGNI!) I listlessly leafed through the pages of the usual suggestions, and then I hit upon a fabulous game idea! Oh did I start to cheer up and feel ever so much more chipper! Let’s start:

“For a game, a variation of Twenty Questions with a South Seas locale could be hilarious and reveal quite a bit about your guests. The title of the game is ‘Shipwreck’; here are twenty questions. Each guest is asked the question in turn, and what a variety of answers you’ll get!”

This is an odd game because I’m not really sure of the point. Does someone win for the best answer? Unclear. Is the point embarrassment or forced honesty? Don’t know. But here are some of the questions:

1. What woman (or man) would you like most to be shipwrecked with on a South Sea Island? (Politeness may dictate that married couples name their spouse, but that is against the rules.) [Whew! Magni! That's my answer! Magni! See, honey? The rule of the game is to name someone OTHER than you. Magni!]

4. What one mechanical aid or tool would you choose to have with you? [Why a sewing machine, naturally, so I could whip up a darling island ensemble!]

6. For women: What one cosmetic would you take? For men: What one grooming aid would you take? [One? Oh dear. I don't like this island one bit. I guess mascara. A girl needs lashes to bat, of course]

9. What would you do to attract rescuers? [We're getting rescued? Why?]

16. If you discovered that the island was inhabited, would you attempt to keep hidden or seek out the inhabitants? [Can they make a good cup of coffee and a coconut pie? If so, let's be friendly!]

17. What pet would you choose? [I adore monkeys. And with my sewing machine, I could make him a little pair of pants.]

19. What would you do to avoid panic? [Listen to soothing Icelandic lullabies]

20. What would you worry about most? [That my hands would get unduly aged without gloves, obviously]

It seems to me that these questions might lead to a strange, uncomfortable evening. Or at least a too-revelatory one. Oh well. Perhaps everyone would be a little bit loopy on baked bananas and Coconut Ring Ding Cocktails so no one would remember the answers anyway!

I sure do feel better. Thank you, Charles, for the chance to ruminate on something other than Wednesday night’s Travesty of Justice! Magni forever! [Darling, the rules said I can't pick you! Calm down ...]

xoxo!
Miss Sharon

Charles, you owe it to your fans to post an island themed self-portrait, perhaps doing the hula.

I am going to make the spam cake for my vegetarian friends. Why? Because I can.

I flew to Niamey, Niger, where I caught a larger Air France plane to Paris.

Marita