I think my dad set the world's record for bad smells back when he was in the Army in Germany in the late 50s. Dropped a limburger cheese sandwich behind a bureau and left it for more than a day in an un-air-conditioned apartment.
I may have that beat - when we went on Xmas holiday during college, at our dorm we had to close the rooms up, leave the heat on and unplug any appliances. A friend of mine decided to leave his mini-fridge on because it had a gallon of milk in it. At some point after he'd left, the RA unplugged the fridge when they checked all the rooms just before the holidays. I was there when he got back two weeks later and opened the fridge door without realizing it had been unplugged; we figured out that it had in a hurry.
"fish poo-pants."
Ew. A small country of ew.
I really don't like BusinessObjects. Really. Don't. Like. Way too many options and I have difficulty making decisions. Grr.
"fish poo-pants."
Ew. A small country of ew.
Really very evocative, isn't it? Not bad for a 5-year-old, or whatever age he was at the time.
Why would someone eat a limburger cheese sandwich?
t eyes Matt's Dad warily
Sulphur is not a smell that I tolerate well either. Of course I didn't find this out until we were already in the Eolian Islands in Italy, which are famous for the hundereds of hot sulphur springs that can be found everywhere. Restorative and healing properties, my foot.
Matt, I don't even want to contemplate limburger cheese when it's fresh. That's just ewww.
I'm a freak -- I love the smell of the overpowering brewery funk. LOVE.
Seattle used to have a big brewery just south of Downtown. Driving into or out of the city, you'd get a wave of brewery funk.
It's now the Tully's Coffee HQ, and I'm still not used to getting a nose full of roasting coffee instead. (When pregnant and off coffee, the smell taunted me every time I drove up to my OBs office.)
Hee--Matt's dad's sandwich choice reminds me of the Guinness commercial (with the Victorian ad cut-outs burbling "Brilliant!") when they go to the Green Bay tailgate party and put limburger chunks on their heads. The ad ends with one of them muttering, "I smell feet."
Nah, hops are strong-smelling, but herby-grassy. The overpowering brewery funk of which you speak is dying yeast and spent grains and fermentative microbial farts.
Toronado - San Francisco's best known microbrew bar - is having a special wet hops beer festival this weekend. This is a specialty niche where they don't use dried hops, and the freshness of the hops makes the beer herbier-grassier. It's a beer snob thing. They describe it as the beaujoulais nouveau of beer.
Now I'm picturing your boss as spherical.
And well you should! OK, not really. You'd be closer picture a dressed-down Pee Wee Herman.
You want to trade, Daisy? You can type the information from the miscellaneous printouts into an excel sheet, and I'll make your calls?
Ah. I had the spreadsheet project yesterday. Luckily, I have a trainee to pawn it off on.
I am Steph re: brewery smell.
Does anyone have any good inspiring quotes about hard working immigrants.
