This is brilliant. I once worked at a company where about half the employees microwaved fish products for lunch. If you’ve never been subjected to the ghastly smell of microwaved fish, let me just say it’s beyond your power to imagine. It’s been twenty years and that odor still haunts me.
Anyway, this piece converts passages of Hamlet to create commentary regarding the stench of microwaved fish. Even though Big Bill predated the microwave by about 400 years, he manages to capture the essential nature of this culinary assault on the senses. (Via the Daily Dish.) Link.
