The New York Times says the smell is still a mystery:
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My money is on Giant Twinkie.
My money is on Giant Twinkie.
But where could they hide such a Twinkie?
My guess is under Lady Liberty's skirt. (Robe. Whatever.)
Mine is on the Staypuff Marshmallow Man.
Ack, Perkins. Not a way to start a vacation.
There's some other way to start a vacation?
The stay-puff marshmallo man?
xposty!
OK shrift, how exactly was your family pronouncing it?
Oh, god. One was pronouncing it "schonn" and another "sky-on", and I sat there, brow furrowed, totally lost. About ten minutes later, when I was ready to make them SPELL the damn word for me, it finally clicked.
And then I attempted to commit seppuku with the pizza server.
Maybe the smell is an ultra complex synthesis of subsmells that was sent by aliens to transform the DNA of humans.
The smell is the first thing to give me pause in a while.
Subway threats? Feh. Chatter? Nah.
But the mystery smell moving across the city has me creeped.
I'm kinda mad I don't smell it, but it would probably just make me want waffles. mmm waffles.
There's some other way to start a vacation?
Well, I could have gotten bitten by the raccoons, I guess. I thought the fall down go boom would be better though.
ION, the guy sitting across from me keeps scratching/playing with himself.
Dude, get a room.
eta: I just noticed he's reading an Ann Coulter book, and now I'm even more skeeved.