July 30, 2016
The struggle is very real.
lanes have been grounded over flatulence.
And, apparently, we do fart more on a flight. According to University of Copenhagen clinical professor Jacob Rosenberg, it’s simple physics.
The average person breaks wind 10 times a day when on the ground. In
the air, this is exacerbated by the drop in pressure in the air cabin.
Also, it doesn’t help matters that everyone’s cooped up in a small space.
So, spare a thought for one disgruntled passenger, for whom the
flatulence in rows 10 to 12 became so bad, she was forced to pass this
note, written on a napkin, to her flight attendant.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Proud to Live in a Town Called Dildo
An hour’s drive from the town of Cum By Chance, past Spread Eagle Island, there is a large green traffic sign that often functions as its very own destination: “Dildo,” the sign proclaims, with an arrow pointing straight ahead.
The idyllic fishing village of Dildo, Newfoundland, is home to about 1,200 people, most of whom refer to themselves quite proudly as Dildoians. Where did the town get its name? The locals, eager to dispel misguided notions about sex toys, offer a variety of theories — a 16th-century Spanish sailor, maybe, or an archaic term for an oblong piece of nautical gear.
The fishing and whaling industries have defined Dildo society for centuries, and the town celebrates them with an annual waterfront festival known as Dildo Days (July 27-31 this year). A flotilla of boats circles the bay, led by a wooden statue of a certain Capt. Dildo in a rain slicker painted bright yellow. Souvenir-hunting visitors can purchase commemorative apparel, but be forewarned: The “I Survived Dildo Days” T-shirts sell out fast.
A few Dildoians have had second thoughts over the years. A local electrician even started a public campaign in 1990 to have the town rechristened. But he was forced to drop the effort after a wave of harassment from residents who were offended by anyone’s taking offense at the name.
Still, Dildoians can count themselves lucky. At least they do not live just a bit farther up the Newfoundland coast — on Ass Rock.