A 14-year-old boy who claimed to have watched an unidentified flying object for four hours provided the most detailed report of any UFO in the Edmonton area. #flashbackfriday
Edmontonians saw a UFO? Alien lifeforms seen in Da Chuk? They sure the locals just didn't get confused at their own reflections when someone held up a big mirror over the town?
Ironic that the pervasive smell of rotten onions that hangs over Edmonton ended up saving the human race by grossing the putative alien conquerors out so much that they abandoned their invasion because they couldn't stop puking. Run, Connor! Run!
Rotten onions? Hadn't noticed. Perhaps my olfactory senses have been deadened by my trips to Calgary and the all-encompassing stench of corruption and cronyism that infects the downtown there.
Onions mean good sausage, whatever is going on in Calgary points towards political type sausage making.
Got that right. Downtown Calgary is a sewer, kind of a really bush-league New York with all the scummy financial sector putridness that entails. But at least Calgary got the semi-classy yuppie cokeheads while Edmonton got the less desirable, if more interesting, crackheads. Cleaner streets, with most of the fuckface behaviour carefully hidden behind closed doors.
We've obviously partied with different people in our respective cities. Never had a sketchier time than some of my nights in Cowtown. And I'm a north Edmonton boy.
Calgary concentrates it's scum in a few isolated areas whereas Edmonton seems to have them spread out all over. Conventional and smartest wisdom is to stay out of northeast Calgary, parts of the southeast, and certainly out of downtown after dark. I remember one dude I worked on a project up north who was from Edmonton who said, that except for the mega-rich districts, there weren't any good neighbourhoods there, that you'd have one good street and across the alley there'd be a street full of crackhouses. One labourer on the same project even got mugged by some junkie right outside the Coliseum after a hockey when he went home on break. Fucker put a blade right up against homies throat and took his cash and cards from him.
I lived in Edmonton up until 1976 when Dad got transferred to Calgary. I drove by the old house a few times on my way back and forth from Fort McMeth over the last few years. Seemed really nice in my childhood memory, but now our old house looks like the epicentre of some major TNB. All the other houses on the block looked great, like they belonged in a great district anywhere in North America. Our old house though? Looked more like it belonged in fucking Baltimore or Detoilet.
You should see the shit we won't admit to seeing.
It must suck that your life's are so FUCKING! boring.
You should see the shit we won't admit to seeing.
Well, I saw a ghost, once.
Onions mean good sausage, whatever is going on in Calgary points towards political type sausage making.
I lived in Edmonton up until 1976 when Dad got transferred to Calgary. I drove by the old house a few times on my way back and forth from Fort McMeth over the last few years. Seemed really nice in my childhood memory, but now our old house looks like the epicentre of some major TNB. All the other houses on the block looked great, like they belonged in a great district anywhere in North America. Our old house though? Looked more like it belonged in fucking Baltimore or Detoilet.