Naomi, first of all, is a lovely name even if it doesn't make you think of that one moment in The Ring when Naomi Watts is pulling a sweater on while walking down the hall and you're aware of her abs for three-quarters of a second. I don't think much about her otherwise, but I think because that movie was so gross and confusing I just threw myself at her little absent belly for any security it might offer.
Also, if you kick the "a" out, you're left with Nomi. I have no idea what Nomi Lamm might be doing with her rad artistic talents these days, but have no doubt it's challenging and worthwhile. And then, of course, forever and eternally, Nomi Malone is Goddess. That's just a fact you can't escape. Don't try. It wont work. She'll spray ketchup on you.
Look how far we've come and I haven't even mentioned my new identity as Mighty Man. I think between the two I'm actually more cheeky. That's not a joke at the expense of my own butt, either. Might is a tall order. I'm not tall at all. But for the rest of today I'm going to sing "Here I come to save the day!" before leaving the house. If you're tied to a railroad track somewhere, get in touch. Maybe I'll come by.
Question: What can you find to be inspired by in your own spam archive?