Mr. Creosote

WARNING!

The following scene is not for those with weak constitutions.

Wikipedia has this to say about it:

It has been suggested that the scene is one of the most repulsive in twentieth-century cinema. Director Quentin Tarantino has confessed to being nauseated by this scene, but critics with stronger stomachs have praised its dark humour. (Leonard Maltin noted it as “an unforgettable scene, like it or not.”) It was filmed in the Porchester Centre, a public building owned by the City of Westminster on Porchester Road, London.

FYI, Mr. Creosote is played by Terry Jones.

“Caveman” Must Wash

Oslo, Norway (Aftenposten)–A city magistrate has ruled that Oslo’s so-called “cave man,” who once lived in a pile of garbage near the city’s university campus, must agree to wash himself since he’s now living in a publicly funded nursing home. He objects, and vows to take his case to Norway’s supreme court.

The “cave man’s” case has been brewing in the courts for months, and was sent back to the magistrate’s level because of some judicial errors.

He’s still insisting that he can’t be forced to wash, and will only do so if he so chooses. His lawyer called forced washings “an extremely serious assault on the private sphere.”

The 54-year-old man is a former physics student who’s lack of personal hygiene led to his expulsion from student housing back in the late 1970s. He then started living in a pile of garbage adjacent to the campus, and public authorities let him be.

Health problems led to his admission to the nursing home two years ago, but once there he caused a stink, quite literally. Staff insisted he follow the rules of the institution out of consideration for his fellow residents and infection control.

City officials were pleased with the magistrate’s decision. The “cave man” was not, and he also has reported his forced washings to the police.

A smelly slogan

Last August, after an all day airshow, my brother and I were making the long trek across the brown fields back to the car when we encountered a spilled porta-pottie. A truck had been transporting the odoriferous receptacle and it had been upset somehow, dumping its contents onto the ground.

The smell was abominable and we gave it wide berth, but not before I snapped a picture of the tanker truck that was there to vacuum up the mess–

Toxic Whale Spill

Couple more pics and an explanation over at truckspills.com.

Published nearly simultaneously at Fist Of Blog.

Forget the Axe™, go with the pit-stink

Well, I think it’s pretty clear that wearing Axe™ or Tag™ doesn’t induce women to knock over displays at the grocery store trying to jump your bones…so, men, if you’re really desperate, maybe just letting those pits simmer in the summer sun will get you noticed.

Ya think, ladies?

Male Sweat Boosts Women’s Hormone Levels

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..Sweat has been the main focus of research on human pheromones, and in fact, male underarm sweat has been shown to improve women’s moods and affect their secretion of luteinizing hormone, which is normally involved in stimulating ovulation…

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No. 2 in Luxor, Egypt

A restroom in Luxor, Egypt, according to Urinal.net. This is another case of not having to be there to know that it probably stinks. Hummus, garlic, cumin…yeah, it’s a-simmerin’ under the relentless desert sun.

They poop differently ’round the other side of the planet. In fact, the Poop Report (see final link below) says that 2/3 of the people on the planet are squatters, rather than sitters. This may just be a cultural variant on crapping, or I surmise that there may be a practical purpose behind it: I knew a guy from India who told me it was not unknown for a cobra to come up the sewer line, so the activities of various indigenous vermin may have something to do with the whole “stoop-n’-strain” arrangement over yonder.

I know I wouldn’t want to be sitting on the pot when a cobra came up the toilet, looking to “…kill the big man and his wife, and the child…” (re: Kipling’s “Rikki-Tikki-Tavi”). In Egypt or India or anywhere else.

The Poop Report has an article on pooping in Egypt from a tourist’s perspective.

“Sootikins”

The following passage is excerpted from “The Role of Cats in Nursery Rhymes,” by Sarah Hartwell–

THE CAT AND THE QUEEN

Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat where have you been?
I’ve been to London to look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under a [her] chair.

One explanation of the origins of this rhyme goes back to 16th century England. One of the staff of Queen Elizabeth I (Good Queen Bess) was said to have had an old cat which tended to roam throughout one of the royal residences. On one occasion the cat apparently went underneath the throne (the “chair”) and its tail brushed against the Queen’s foot, startling her. Luckily Queen Elizabeth was amused and declared that the cat could wander through the throne room as long as it kept it free of mice!

Another suggested meaning of this relates to the poor hygiene of a different queen and is perhaps a cautionary tale about hygiene in general. Undergarments were uncommon among poorer women before the nineteenth century and dust, ash and general grime accumulated on the genitalia just as it did elsewhere on the body….

Fish People

Something’s fishy, but it’s just genetic

Fish malodor syndrome causes people to have a certain piscine aroma.

Americans are obsessed with smelling good, spending billions each year on perfumes, colognes and deodorant. But for some rare individuals, no amount of sprayed, lathered, splashed or rolled-on fragrance can do the trick; their body odor is in their genes.

Fish malodor syndrome — trimethylaminuria, or TMAU — is caused by the malfunction of an enzyme that breaks down the amino acid trimethylamine, or TMA, the same compound that makes decomposing fish smell fishy. When TMA builds up in the body, it gets excreted in urine, sweat and breath, resulting in a fishy miasma….

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Hell Smell Incarnate: Florida Cat-People had 196 cats

Cats gone, stench lingers

Neighbors still hide from the smell left by nearly 200 cats taken from a Tarpon Springs home.

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TARPON SPRINGS – Even from across the street, you can smell the sour odor wafting from 759 Seminole Blvd.

Neighbors say the stench has driven them from their yards and forced them to abandon their swimming pools….

…On Dec. 5, Tarpon Springs police received an anonymous call asking that someone “check on the welfare” of the residents at 759 Seminole Blvd. Though no one answered the door when an officer turned up at the house, he detected an odor and recommended a followup.

The next day, Animal Services responded and asked the city for help, Templeton said.

What they found was disturbing.

Amid the clutter, cats roamed everywhere. A 6- to 8-inch layer of cat feces covered nearly the entire house, said Laura Spaulding of Spaulding Decon, the Lutz company that put together an estimate for cleaning the house.

“It’s intense,” said Spaulding, a veteran of crime-scene and pack rat cleanup. “It’s the worst we’ve ever seen….”

(Read the entire article)

A stinky song

Which you may listen to over at Fist of Blog

Not for the easily offended or the kiddies. Hilarious, but generally unwholesome.