Tin of Spam
No good time capsule would be complete without a small portion of potted meat.
In college, I was known for many things. When I wasn't butchering a Scottish accent as my alter-ego Angst McAngry, or making artworks out of bricks, I was collecting potted meat. Specifically, my possession of a very specific old can of Spam led to my nickname as Spamboy.
In order to preserve space in my personal time capsule, I went for the half-size shown here vs. a full-sized tin. And at this point, it's older than the original can I placed in the Bruce Hall time capsule. And hell no, I ain't about to crack it open anytime soon.
