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Showing posts with label Burlington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burlington. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Ask the Magic Internet a Stupid Question No. 0004


It’s Wednesday folks and you know what that means?

Happy HumpDay??!!

No you twisted freak. It’s time for another installment of Ask the Magic Internet a Stupid Question. Let’s dive in head first like a small town teenager up at the quarry after five beers.

Question 4: What’s the worst smell in the world?

I grew up in Burlington downwind from Mary Miles meat processing plant. They slaughtered pigs there and turned them into delicious bacon and sausage. Mmm.


Getting turned on ladies?

If you drove past the place on the days they brought the pigs in the whole area smelled like pig shit. Not a pleasant smell I can tell you.


Like yours doesn’t stink! Oooweeeeeeee!

Then when they turned them into bacon there was this sweet smoky maple smell that was actually pretty good. But then they would burn up or render all the parts they didn’t use and the smell was just god awful. It wasn’t just confined to around Mary Miles either. It would permeate the air and settle on my neighborhood like an invisible hell fog of stink. That’s when, between choking and re-swallowing my own barf I came up with the incredible jingle, Mary Miles smells for miles. (Like how I rhymed miles with miles? Blowhizzle it out your nizzle Snoop Dogg!)

Damn fine meat maker disin’ rhyme Johnny. Chuuch.

Thank you D. O. Double G but let me tell you, if you thought that stink was bad, right across the street from Mary Miles is the Voortman Cookie Factory.



Usually Voortman smelled great and was a welcome scent to catch on a breeze but every once in a while it would combine with that Mary Miles rendering smell to create what I consider to be the worst thing I’ve ever smelt. Like a deadburningpigshitstrawberryvanillawaffer.

It was worse than the indoor dump.



It was worse than summer time dead raccoon.



It was worse than Brut cologne.



It was even worse than subway hobo balls.



In fact I can think of only two smells that even come close. The first is the combined smell of Mr. Sub and Cinnabon in Union Station.

Imagine one of these.



After it’s been wedged under Frank Stallone’s armpit for about a month.

Getting turned on ladies?

The second is Chinatown.



But I don’t think Chinatown really counts. Chinatown is more of a mobile experience. Let me explain. As you walk through Chinatown you pass the fruit and vegetable stands with all the squished/going bad fruit and vegetables lying on the ground below them and you think, ugh that kind of smells.



Just when you’re getting used to that you pass the weird medicinal herb bins and you’re thinking oh my god that smells worse.



By this time you’re breathing through your mouth but somehow you can almost taste the so called fresh fish.



Now you’re running and doing a crazy legs dance around live crabs that are escaping from baskets and scuttling into the gutter.



Then you’re hurdling dead pigs that a man is tossing from the back of an unmarked cube truck onto the sidewalk.



And you’re final leap is a swan dive into a wall of garbage because the Toronto garbage men are on strike again.



So you see Chinatown is less of a singular bad smell and more of terrifying haunted barrel ride for your olfactory. But is there something worse. Tell me oh wise and magic internet is there one stench to rule them all? What IS the worst smell in the world?

Beeeep Burrrrp Zerbert (that sound that R2 D2 makes when he calls C3PO an asshole). Click. Click. Ding!

Magic Internet Answer: A fine question Johnny and I enjoyed your list of the various odors that you abhor. I find it interesting that you mentioned Brut Cologne and Frank Stallone in the same question. I will have you know that not only do they rhyme but Frank’s brother Sylvester Stallone pulled a Brut Cologne trailer at the beginning of Over the Top. Here it is.



And here is another Over the Top Trailer.



But let’s get down to answering your question. What is the worst smell in the world? is a very subjective question. To begin with it is highly implausible that every odor existing on this planet has been recorded. But let us begin by looking at some of the chemical odors that have been documented. Sulpher compounds are widely regarded to omit a very unpleasant odor akin to rotting eggs. This smell is even added to certain gases in order to warn people of leaks. Sulpher compounds are also behind a stench that is considered to be in the top running for worst in the world. The smell of the blossoming Putrescine Amorphophallus Titanium plant.



Also known as the Corpse Flower, this plant blossoms once every several years and the odor it gives off (used to attract bees for pollination) has been described as smelling like a combination of rotting fish and garbage or a rotting elephant carcass. That being said there is a group of chemicals that is said to be worse. Isonitriles are described as giving off the Godzilla of smells.



Those that have smelt them are at a loss to say what they smell like beyond that it is awful and that it lingers in your brain like a trauma. This is a good segue to what I believe to be truly the worst and most traumatizing odor for human being; The smell of a dead and rotting human being.



You see the human sense of smell goes beyond the mere analysis of chemical compounds breathed in. The human perception of smell consists not only of the perception of the odors themselves but of the experiences and emotions associated with these sensations. Some people may perceive a so called nice smell to be terrible because they associate it with a traumatic event and others may perceive a terrible smell with less abhorrence because they experience it on a regular basis. That being said we know that a rotting human corpse gives off a foul odor on a chemical level due to the release of chemicals such as putrescine but it’s the effect that the odor has on the average human that truly makes it the worst smell in the world. There is the trauma of being in close vicinity to a human body, there is the natural instinct to stay away from dead bodies in order not to contract diseases and there is the emotional turmoil of confronting one’s own mortality. When one factors in all of these variables one can only come to one conclusion. To the average human being the worst smell in the world is the smell of another dead or dying human being.

Hmmm, Gross. Thanks Magic internet. You’re probably right. It probably is a dead guy. Either that or Frank Stallone.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

What the Duck??!!


I had a reasonable picture of one here but they are now so rare that even that picture is gone... sigh.

Yesterday’s post got me thinking… Where have all the Duck Shirts gone? Back when I was about 10 or 11 every kid I knew had one of these shirts. It all started with the infamous “Duck Off” shirt that had a cartoon duck on it giving the finger (I know, I know, Ducks don’t even have fingers… so many layers to the comdy). “Duck Off” was a great shirt, we all wanted one, but most of our parents wouldn’t allow it. I guess white trash wasn’t as well established back then as it is now. So they had to make other Duck Shirts. They needed shirts with that same bad boy on the edge attitude but less out right offensive. There was a t-shirt shop in the Appleby Mall that sold a whole bunch. I purchased one with a cartoon duck in army fatigues holding a missile launcher with the phrase “Don’t Duck With Me” on it. It was beautiful. Not only did it still hold true to the original “Duck Off” but the duck was in army fatigues! You know, I think it might have even been a tank top. What a tank top was doing on a 10 year old boy I don’t know. I’d be hard pushed to say that back then I had the kind of physique that would back up the words on the shirt. Oh well, it was probably all they had and I couldn’t wait.
Other such great Duck Shirts that the store carried were “What the Duck”, “Duck U” this one had a college motif, and my other favorite “Frankly My Dear, I Don’t Give A Duck” this was a very complex design that had a duck in a hammock drinking a beer while his wife duck appeared to be yelling at him while holding a lawn mower. God I wish I had that shirt. When I used to be big into collecting vintage clothing I was in Value Villages, Amitys, Goodwills and vintage stores all the time and I never came across one of these shirts. Even now when I look online I can’t find a single one on Ebay, Craigslist or one of the thousands of lame t-shirt sites. The picture I posted above is the closest I’ve found. The drawing is the same with the beady eyes and that over-hanging bill but the slogan is not a play on the Duck for Fuck wording so I suspect it’s not an original. Plus listen to the description that goes with the shirt:

"The "buck" stops here was getting old, so the duck took over. Here he is sporting his finest shades while sipping on a Tom Collins. He's so leisurely, and you should be too. If this duck knows how to kick back and relax, imagine what you're capable of. Next thing you know, you'll be partying with the cast of "The OC." Just remember where the duck stops and you're solid gold"


What the Duck is that all about? I smell a fake. I think we just have to face it. Much like the dinosaurs, the Aztecs and real TV Dinners, Duck Shirts are now extinct and gone forever. So sad.
P.S. A couple other great shirts I remember them having were “Makein Bacon” with two pigs doing it on it and “Boning” with two skeletons doing it on it, both classics. They didn’t sell this one at the Appleby Mall but I did see it when I was around the same age at the Dixie Mall Flea Market. It both amused and disturbed me. WARNING NSFW.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It Came From The Suburban 80s!!!!





This is a tale of the darkest days of fashion. It takes place on the black tops of Frontenac Public School. The years 1986-1990 bore witness to some of the worst fashion atrocities the city of Burlington, ON, Canada ever saw. This may have gone on in suburban schools all over the country but as anyone that’s lived in such a community will know you are completely isolated from the rest of the world (plus all records and photographs showing kids wearing these clothes/styles were destroyed in the early 90s when they reached high school)so I couldn’t tell you.
It all began with the “Preppy look”.
We all remember the Preppy Look. This style epitomized the mid-80s. It was Ferris Bueller, it was Jake Ryan it was to a much more ridged extent Alex P. Keaton. Burlington’s Grade 5 & 6 Alumni happily forced their parents to drive out to Bronte and Oakville Place where they could purchase Vaurnet shirts and Bass Deck shoes .




















I also remember Polo shirts being popular.

Around this time pants and jean tapering became popular. It started with a simple fold along the inside calf of the pants followed by rolling up the cuff to keep the fold tight. The resulting look was something akin to the billowy look of cargo pants with draw strings at the bottom. Folding was soon replaced with safety pins to get a tighter look. The pins got more plentiful and higher until the pants reached weird mixtures of tightness and looseness of M.C. Hammer Proportions .

Frontenac kids would strut around the school yard in these bizarre mangled jeans (the locker room floor was always littered with safety pins) commenting on one another’s choice of neon for their Vaurnet shirt or what colour the sweat from foot hockey was turning their Chip & Pepper Wet Wear shirt.*

In Grade 6-7 Hip Hop in all its late 80s blandness hit Burlington. The Preppy Look was surpassed or combined with the Fresh Prince/Dwayne Wayne style to create a look of absolute horror. This look can be epitomized by one student in particular that I will just refer to as Brad. Brad was at the forefront of Burlington’s non-existent hip-hop scene. On an average day Brad could be scene wearing the following (keep in mind that Brad was kind of heavy and white as a ghost):

-Giant pair of British Nights shoes or Troop shoes.

-Ridiculous pair of Levis with deliberately made holes in the knees that had about 50 safety pins in the calves and had been covered hap-hazard in bleach.

-Polka dot dress shirt (most likely purchased from Stitches).

-A leather Africa symbol (cringe) or a Mercedes symbol around his neck. He sometimeswore both at once.

- Those round flip-up Dwayne Wayne glasses (they sold those without prescription at the Appleby mall Hakim Optical for $5).

-And the hair. Now this was the best part. Brad desperately wanted one of those big Cameo style flat tops (my dad called them chimney heads) but his hair was straight and thin. So he would painstakingly comb/gel/spray it into a big high white-blonde cube that would wilt by the end of the day.

Thankfully by about 1989 I had discovered punk rock and could leave this tragic nightmare behind me. Though it was not to last much longer anyway as Frontenac’s youth moved on to grade 9 and were forced to be less outlandish. Anyone still had their Fresh Prince of Burl-air look by mid-1990 had it severely beaten out of them by the Lord Elgin High School shop skids or had it embarrassed out of them by the arrival of Vanilla Ice or the release of Kid N Play’s movie House Party.

Keep in mind, these are grown men.



· I was no stranger to Chip & Pepper. I had a very special C&P sweat shirt called Chip & Pepper Buck Shot. It was purple and had actually been shot with a shot gun. I wore it proudly with tapered jeans and a bright orange Ocean Pacific fanny pack.