tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post3366077377738994304..comments2024-01-02T21:41:49.068-08:00Comments on Paul. Because 'Paul' is a nice name.: funk!FirstNationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-92183439905945916592009-03-03T12:17:00.000-08:002009-03-03T12:17:00.000-08:00Reading this makes me glad I have asthma. Any nast...Reading this makes me glad I have asthma. Any nasty stench and the old lungbags tighten up and won't let much in anymore. Of course then I can't breathe well either, but I"ll take it...Geosominhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-37626412590147351822009-02-25T17:22:00.000-08:002009-02-25T17:22:00.000-08:00It is Rotten Fish in a Can ... when a normal can o...It is Rotten Fish in a Can ... when a normal can of canned foot boils you throw it away, because it intends that what is inside is rotten and not for human intake or usage.<BR/>These crazy Swedes Wait until the fucking cans boil out and than eat it. It is "fermented" fish as they say. The other thing, lutefisk, is a dryed fish that gets watered (often!) - a little like pemikan. It looks buärg, but you can eat it.<BR/>Surströming IS nothing of that - it is plain rotten fish. It stinks like this and it tastes like this - as I was told. I could not touch it. It is true, I vomited, when the can(s) were opened.<BR/><BR/>I have smelled some rally bad things in my life. Dead humans included. Pretty nasty chinese food. The stench in some areas where people habitated together with some dogs, you get the picture. No, I am not in welfare work or something, I just came around a bit.<BR/>Anyway, the point is the eating. There are things of an animal I would not eat even when I had to die. Eyes, brain, some parts of the intesticals. I know that Chinese eat anything, and I mean anything litterally. I saw it, I stood aside in the kitchen.<BR/><BR/>But the Swedes with their god-awful rotten fish ... Believe me, I can NOT be too drunk (or otherwise high) to use that. It's like eating shit. Not friendly cow or horse dung, but mean dirty swine shite.<BR/>I hope you never ever have to encounter this specialty with working nostrils - it can kill you.<BR/><BR/>Maiglöckchen. Zimt. Orangen oder Zitrone. I can "call" these aromata, sometimes ... was smoking too long. "Duft" - scent - it is so important, pherhormone mostly ... achAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-54866836961835992372009-02-24T18:14:00.000-08:002009-02-24T18:14:00.000-08:00thats the stuff that comes in the swollen can, isn...thats the stuff that comes in the swollen can, isn't it? its some kind of fish and its supposed to spoil like that. am I right?FirstNationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-38945839772876831862009-02-24T12:43:00.000-08:002009-02-24T12:43:00.000-08:00Then you'd be awfully rich! And did you ever encou...Then you'd be awfully rich! And did you ever encounter that "speciality"? <BR/>Made me vomit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-20043965195221242152009-02-23T16:01:00.000-08:002009-02-23T16:01:00.000-08:00mago: "You need a real good Surströmming!"man, if ...mago: "You need a real good Surströmming!"<BR/>man, if i had a nickel for every time someones said that to me....FirstNationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-17484092536559959472009-02-23T15:02:00.000-08:002009-02-23T15:02:00.000-08:00Lutefisk is for the weak. It only looks like a dro...Lutefisk is for the weak. It only looks like a drowned fisherman, but is not too smelly. And the Zibet-fruit takes some days to start the stink, eaten in the first 24 hours it tastes a little like Vanille-Pudding.<BR/><BR/>You need a real good Surströmming! - You are not pregnant? And don't try to bring the cans aboard a plane. Just sayin' ... and a nice crate of Aquavit is recommended. Start heavy drinking one hour before can opening.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-40886762545228243762009-02-23T10:30:00.000-08:002009-02-23T10:30:00.000-08:00violet: YOU ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay, great comme...violet: YOU ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay, great comment, all that, but YOU'RE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'VE BEEN MISSED, CHICKIE!!!<BR/><BR/>EVERYBODY GO SEE VIOLET AND SAY HOWDY!<BR/><BR/>ponita: well there you go! kidney failure, huh? I guess that makes sense. the poor woman was a good instructor too, is the sad part. nobody could take her seriously though because of the breath issues.<BR/><BR/>mago: i see you that limburger and raise you a slice of lutefisk and a durian, franconia-man.<BR/><BR/>retro: I think my nose is from another planet, is what the problem is. like that one woody allen movie where the president is just a nose. or something. *pulls bag over head* I dunno.<BR/><BR/>xul: you have my complete sympathy. thats just the most horrible thing ever, isn't it? and they always want to speak confidentially too. yikes.<BR/><BR/>Mrs. Chaucer of the high seas: hey, the truth isn't always pretty, like your husband. sometimes it is scary and smelly, like Opies butt. fact.<BR/><BR/>bitchy: RuPaul should look this good. hey, it was the 70's, it was around, whaddya gonna do. sheesh.<BR/><BR/>joy: I had the same thing happen when I was pregnant. and it was constant. GAAAAAAAH.<BR/><BR/>beast: when the wind blows in from the bay at low tide, close your eyes and think of Canada. that should give you some impression of what its like to live downwind of THE ARCH CHEEZER.<BR/><BR/>sopwith: that only applies up to a certain point, camel o'mine.FirstNationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-60861194230746294392009-02-23T00:37:00.000-08:002009-02-23T00:37:00.000-08:00Funnily, I have the exact opposite reaction to unp...Funnily, I have the exact opposite reaction to unpleasant odours: I will keep my mouth tight shut and breath through my nose until I am certain that I am out of the zone. Anything which goes up my nose, I knows gets caught and filtered by the hairs and mucus, and later on will come back out as an intriguing little snot-ball. But if it gets in my mouth then I start to digest it with saliva, and might even swallow it, and that I cannot abide.<BR/><BR/>C'est le difference, je crois. Men and women have different standards as to which each is prepared to smell or swallow.Sopwith-Camelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01279739015827329318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-12283003053136929302009-02-22T23:05:00.000-08:002009-02-22T23:05:00.000-08:00What a pity this post didnt come with a scrath'n's...What a pity this post didnt come with a scrath'n'sniff card for full olfactory enjoyment.<BR/>***scratches block of cheddar to get the full MJ ambience***<BR/>Wonderful if slightly wiffy post<BR/>***fashions face mask from odoreater***BEASThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428640137434521072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-83067125221648529242009-02-22T20:53:00.000-08:002009-02-22T20:53:00.000-08:00First of all, and once again, I love your goddamn ...First of all, and once again, I love your goddamn writing. you, my lovely, are A Writer. Like Stephen King. thewordsmith. Love. It.<BR/><BR/>Secondly, when I was pregnant (the first time - five months and she bailed on me) I had this orfactory thing too. It was horrible. I could be in my bed and smelling the roses in the front yard like they were stuffed up my nose and into my fucking brain. I love roses, but jeez. It was unbelieveable. I would die if I had to have that bloodhound sense of smell forever and always.<BR/><BR/>And thirdly, every once and a while, that scent thing kicks in out of no where and I can smell... Things. Things I would rather not smell. Lordy lordy. I would rather have a cold.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00977898784588176802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-18343498630398678962009-02-22T08:35:00.000-08:002009-02-22T08:35:00.000-08:00that is disgusting, but I amused my mom was hopped...that is disgusting, but I amused my mom was hopped up on poppers like a sparkly queen of the castro, all greasy and glittery and leather-donning and stuff. I think your inner child does not exist, it's more like an inner leather queen who occasionally does it up like RuPaul.<BR/><BR/>IT IS MY HUSBANDS BIRTHDAY HE IS OLD now come help me finish cooking. And don't forget the tequila.Secret Agent Squidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-39414178295830441402009-02-22T03:51:00.000-08:002009-02-22T03:51:00.000-08:00Seriously, your descriptions alone are enough to t...Seriously, your descriptions alone are enough to turn anyone into a germ-phobic, OCD headcase, Monk-stylee.<BR/><BR/><BR/>*leaves to wash hands*<BR/>*twice*Moominmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11750304448922417139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-38331928884383505352009-02-22T03:49:00.000-08:002009-02-22T03:49:00.000-08:00oh god, stop. just STOP.urgh.oh god, stop. just STOP.<BR/><BR/><BR/>urgh.Moominmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11750304448922417139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-10118823892320580602009-02-21T20:25:00.000-08:002009-02-21T20:25:00.000-08:00OMG Nations, the dude who owns the joint that I wo...OMG Nations, the dude who owns the joint that I work at has nasty, acrid breath like that. Literally makes my eyes water and my throat slam shut as a self defense mechanism.<BR/><BR/>Ponita hit the nail on the head as to the cause. Owner dude frequently suffers from gout which is a kidney related thang.<BR/><BR/>It's a bitch having a hyper sensitive olfactory.Xulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15937470344531567453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-72040760587111736062009-02-21T19:26:00.000-08:002009-02-21T19:26:00.000-08:00Your poor olfactory nerves, phew!Personally I know...Your poor olfactory nerves, phew!<BR/><BR/>Personally I know of nothing more pungent than a rendering factory, used to be one just south of Petaluma and boy could that tear up your sinuses.<BR/><BR/>Firsty, I think you may be part alien, and on that other planet your nose would have stood you well. "mutters, 'there has to be a good story in there SOMEwhere" and stomps off in search of a book"<BR/><BR/>I love your nom de plume!!!Retro Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-72293128601999095812009-02-21T16:50:00.000-08:002009-02-21T16:50:00.000-08:00Want a Limburger sandwich?Want a Limburger sandwich?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-77814453792813834672009-02-21T16:14:00.000-08:002009-02-21T16:14:00.000-08:00She had kidney failure - her breath was uremic - I...She had kidney failure - her breath was uremic - I smell that all the time in my line of work.... which just happens to be... kidney failure!<BR/><BR/>It would knock a horse over... the brimstone flumes that flow forth from some people's maws. I can't imagine living with that stench day in and day out... and what the hell would it taste like??? *shudders to even think it*Ponita in Real Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06886875733169389887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-26462482788517576742009-02-21T15:58:00.000-08:002009-02-21T15:58:00.000-08:00"slappity suittiness" and "buttflak..."slappity suittiness" and "buttflakes"... even reading that makes me want to retch. Reimnds me of when my mam was a chambermaid at one of the only hotels in the godforsaken country we lived in, and she used to come home in tears after the rugby teams had stayed there. My mother remains wont to recount unpleasant experiences in graphic, rancid detail now she is a theatre nurse, and did when she was in A&E treating folks who did things like "slipping and falling" on greased, and it turns out somewhat fragile, light bulbs. I know all sortsa things.<BR/><BR/>The post also brought to mind Patrick Suskind's 'Perfume', a book whose use of the term 'anal sweat' always returns, unbidden, to me along with the real meaning of the process of diffusion when I am pressed against the great unwashed on the underground.violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00547388655736573935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-26455185005526181442009-02-21T14:18:00.000-08:002009-02-21T14:18:00.000-08:00MJ: luckily we have inbred yokels armed with semi...MJ: luckily we have inbred yokels armed with semiautomatic weapons parked and waiting along our nations rural borders to guard america from cheezers and their death dealing dairy products. so HA HA on you.FirstNationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-42871452251286744332009-02-21T10:35:00.000-08:002009-02-21T10:35:00.000-08:00Can you smell this giant wheel of cheese that I am...Can you smell this giant wheel of cheese that I am about to roll across the border onto your lawn?<BR/><BR/>Do you smell it coming?<BR/><BR/>EH?The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.com