SPATULA! or How I made $130.00 Blueberry Pancakes!

SPATULAS AND TEFLON! Sometimes they don't go together.
This weeks word for my blog is “SPATULA”. After drawing a blank on what to write about this week, I consulted with my Facebook friends and asked for a word to spark an idea. This is all a part of the ancient art of improv. This is often how our improv shows start. With just one word. And for some reason, whenever you ask an audience for a household object or kitchen appliance you will hear the word “spatula” as an answer. Including on Facebook. As a joke, it was the first word shouted out from someone who is in the improv community. And, yes I do have a funny spatula story that just happened to me. A story which proves many things – including the fact that I’m a fucking dunce in the kitchen.
Before I get to that, I’d like to briefly examine the overlooked importance of the spatula. I am assuming that the spatula is the evolved version of what was originally the caveman “stick”. Indeed, the first household item and kitchen appliance may have, in fact, been the spatula – or stick – used to prod the meat on the fire. And if your neighbor tries to steal your food you can use the spatula-stick as a weapon as well. Food is one of the bare neccessities after all. So it is not surprising that this object, which brings you food and defends your house, is what people think of when confronted with this question.
This would also explain why everyone shouts out “bathroom” when you ask for a room in a house, or a non-geographical location. Because once you eat the food it has to go somewhere and this is of equal importance. However, I do not know why people always shout out Paris Hilton when you ask for a celebrity.
My wife and I have a giant spatula. The end of it is round like a large pancake. And it is what we use to flip our pancakes every Sunday morning when we eat blueberry pancakes that are cooked on our teflon grill. My wife challenged me to start making more food in the house and I bragged about my ability to cook pancakes. So two weeks ago I did. I made every possible kind of mistake, though. I didn’t put oil in the pancakes and they got stuck on the grill. The blueberries were sticking half-out of the dough and when I flipped them they burst and burned to the overheated grill. I had put too much mix in and the cakes were really bready and burned. It was really humiliating.
Afterward I felt so bad I started cleaning up the kitchen. I scrubbed the teflon grill clean. The blueberry stains would not come off. Frustrated I used more abrasive cleaners until the stains came off. After I dried it I saw that I had scratched the teflon pretty badly. I’m pretty ignorant about these things. I have screwed up teflon stuff before, in other people’s houses. I have never really been clear about which surfaces are teflon and which aren’t, or which type of spatula to use on what surface. I’m not even clear about the dangers of damaged teflon other than it is supposed to cause cancer or something. Why are we cooking on things made out of cancer causing agents anyway?!!!
My wife was pretty mad about the ruined grill and told me I have to buy a new one. She said she bought it at William Sonoma. When I asked how much they were she said about sixty dollars. I can live with that, I thought. So I made my way to this store, which looked pretty fancy to me from the outside. They had one grill left. It was $130.00. The woman at the cashier told me to never clean teflon with abrasives and that you have to use a silicon spatula. I am going to remember this now forever. I am no longer unclear about the difference or which fucking spatula you are supposed to use. Cavemen learn slowly sometimes when conronted with modern household items.
And as I drove home I just kept thinking about how those pancakes cost me $130.00. Lesson learned. My pancakes have improved.
Dos and Don’ts at Niagara Falls

This is Canada - not America. For those of you who are confused!
Let’s go again to Niag’ra
This time we’ll peak at the Falls.
Let’s leave our hut, dear,
Get out of our rut, dear,
Let’s get away from it all.
These lyrics from a Frank Sinatra song say it all. It’s a place to escape and have fun with your lover, and when you’re done there is still quite a lot to do. Some things are rip-offs and some things are actually amazing. Vegas is too far away for some of us and, in terms of Casinos, it doesn’t compare. But there is a natural beauty that Las Vegas simply does not have. It really reminds me more of Banff, Alberta than Vegas actually with its International Tourists, fudge, Marilyn Monroe movie history and crappy Canadian Tourist gifts. I have lost count of how many times I have gone there to escape the madness of Toronto. So here is my experienced traveler’s list of Dos and Don’ts.

Niagara Falls Imax Theatre
DO… The Imax Theatre
The Imax Theatre has been showing the same movie for about twenty years. It is not the best Imax movie I have ever seen, nor is it the best Imax theatre I’ve ever been to. The screen doesn’t curve, for instance, so you lose the movement effect. And aside from terrible acting where the sound doesn’t sync with the action, this is actually a half decent film. What the tourist wants is a simulation of going over the Falls and this is the only movie I’ve seen at Niagara Falls that remotely comes close to giving you this experience. There is some great footage. The movie also tells the Native Legend of the Maid of the Mist which I had never heard before in all of my trips to Niagara Falls. It would be nice if they would update this movie, though. There have been several more people who have attempted to go over the Falls since this was made.
DON’T DO…The Legends of the Falls 3D/4D
I was drunk from dinner and thought this movie was the Imax movie. When I realized I made a mistake, after stumbling in the door, they refused to give me my money back. It’s under the Skyline Tower on Murray St. and it is a rip-off with a poorly made short 3D film that was shot on the American side of the Falls only. The 4D effect is that they spray you with water and and then blow cold air on your neck so you can get a cold. These 3D/4D movies remind me of the original Nickelodeon theatres that used film mainly as a spectacle rather than an art form.
DO… The Journey Behind the Falls

The Journey Behind the Falls
Nothing will get you as close to the roaring thunder of the Falls as this place. There are three sections. The first, where this picture was taken, is a large two story area where you get the best view I have ever seen of the Falls, and it is a good place to take a photo. After that you go down a creepy wet tunnel and you can see the water streaming down without even a window separating you from the danger. Pretty exciting and kind of scary.
However, I wish when they renovated this place they had fixed the elevators and made a better waiting area. There is too much waiting. You stand like cattle in a large, stifling room with bad air circulation with tourists from all over the world. Hello Swine Flu! They have two elevators but they only seem to use one so it takes forever to get down there. Then when you come back up you have to wait in line again. Here’s an idea: use both elevators! Duh!

Even Aqua loves The Journey Behind the Falls.
DON’T DO… The Maid of the Mist

One reason! This gross sludge!
Let me start by saying it isn’t the fault of The Maid of the Mist company, who do a decent job of shuttling people back and forth. But when you look down at the water near the Falls there is this horrible looking pollution sludge that forms at the side of the river. This is a disgusting reminder of the amount of pollution that must be in this water. Gross! So when I went on the Maid of the Mist I kept thinking about how that pollution must be in my face as the water splashed and sprayed onto me. The Journey Behind the Falls has much less exposure to this water, but the Maid of the Mist drenches you in it. Someone needs to clean up our Great Lakes!
DO… walk along the sidewalk to the Falls

Niagara Falls Rainbow
This is pretty obvious. Of course, this is the main thing you should do. This is where Superman saved the falling child in Superman 2. On a sunny day you can always see the rainbow which also contains the spirit of the Maid of the Mist (not the boat, the legend).
DON’T…GO OVER THE FENCE!

Look at what this guy in the white shirt is looking at!
You would think this would be pretty obvious. Yet I actually took this photograph. That really is a guy down there. He really did go over the fence. I don’t know what happened but there were emergency vehicles and they just kept yelling that everything was okay. But just for the record…DON’T GO OVER THIS FENCE YOU STUPIDS!
DO…eat at these restaurants.

Brasa Brazilian Steak restaurant Niagara Falls
Mostly the restaurants in Niagara Falls are terrible. But the growth of the city has brought in some more choices.
Brasa and the Copacabana are delicious Brazilian steak restaurants, where you serve yourself carbs and salads at a buffet and then they just come to your table with skewer after skewer of meat. Obviously not for vegetarians. And also very expensive. But everything in Niagara Falls is expensive. Mama Mia’s is an established traditional Italian family restaurant, and is just at the top of Clifton Hill on Victoria Ave. Perkins is a great hangover breakfast place. They are always really friendly when we come in at 1:00 PM for breakfast.
DON’T…EAT ANYWHERE ELSE!
Look, Niagara Falls is simply not known for its cuisine. It’s either junk food or really terrible, touristy restaurants with over-priced and mediocre food.
DO…walk up Clifton Hill.

Clifton Hill! A wonderful load of crap!
Haunted houses, ferris-wheels, fun-houses and wax museums that leave you saying “who is THAT supposed to be”? Need I say more? It’s a circus of stupidity on a really steep road. Who wouldn’t want to come here?
DON’T…ride the Falls Incline Railway

Just walk up Murray St. lazy!
They have an incline railway that transports you from where the Falls are to the area with the new hotels. This was an annoying experience. It was manned by two cocky and bored guys that wouldn’t let us depart until everyone was crammed in. So we just sat there waiting for about ten minutes, and it already seemed full when we sat down. What are they waiting for? AGHHH!!!
DO…stay at the Sheraton on the Falls.

Sheraton on the Falls
After trying some other places we decided this is just simply the best and easiest place to stay. It’s right there when you come off the highway. It’s near everything. It has jacuzzis and fake fireplaces and Starbucks. And they are always nice to us – even if I’m not nice. If that wasn’t enough here are some pictures of our room views.

Corner suite view of Clifton Hill

American Falls
DON’T…stay here.

Casino Niagara
It looks great. Just like Vegas hotels and Atlantis in the Bahamas. Why? Because people’s financial lives are being ruined. We stayed here once. It was nice. Then we went in the off season and after we told them we didn’t have Players Clubs cards they denied us a room. Isn’t that like making sure you’re an alcoholic before you go into a bar? So we went to the Sheraton where they were nice to us and made us feel welcome.

Marilyn Monroe at Niagara Falls
If Niagara Falls was good enough for Marilyn it is good enough for me. Have fun at The Falls amigos.
I Guess I’m Just Not a Sports Guy

I find these guys scarier than Mel Gibson on a drunken rant
I walked into Licks (best burgers in Toronto) for a bite to eat after my Karate workout. The guy cooking the burgers had been running back and forth between the restaurant and the bar next door checking the score of the game. You see, apparently there was a game going on. Some sort of hockey game between the Leafs and the Habs, or something. And he wanted to talk to me about it because, obviously, I’m a guy and of course I would know about this game. Right? I only knew there was a game because I had been watching the news earlier where I saw them interview men whose faces were painted blue and they were wearing Leafs jerseys.
One of them said:”The Leafs are like a religion to me.” Really? A religion? In what way is hockey like a religion? I can’t even begin to make a co-relation. Maybe he really meant “organized” religion, where large groups of people are brainwashed into doing stupid things – like maybe painting your face blue.
Another guy said: “You have to support your team.” Really? Why? Why do I have to support my team? Must we all just moronically obey the team because we all share the same geography? Would this guy obey Hitler? (I think he would). Aren’t we all just cheering for laundry as Jerry Seinfeld once said? And in what way are they my team? I don’t own them. I would never buy a ticket. Don’t tell me I “have” to do something and then not even give a reason for it. Do these guys know this is why they don’t have any women with them?
Back to the restaurant. The hamburger guy says: “It’s 3-2. They have to make it this year. Other years it was forgivable, but not this year.” Then he just stares at me.
I say: “Yeah… well. I sure won’t want to be here if they ever do win because the city will go nuts.” The city went crazy when the Blue Jays won the world series. But everyone always tells me that if the Leafs win the city will break out into riots that will make the aftermath of the World Series look like Mister Rogers Neighborhood. It is our own brand of hooliganism. It truly frightens me to think of drunken heterosexual white guys with faces painted blue smashing windows down Yonge St. This is not my idea of a good time.
Burger guy says: “You know it almost happened with the Raptors too.”
Me: “Did it? Did they make it to the…finals?”
Burger guy looks at me blankly and says something about the three point something or other that Vince Carter (?) blew or something. He talked about it as if it was common knowledge. I honestly didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. And when are you going to cook my burger? I thought impatiently.
This is the story of my life. My first experience with hockey was when I was four years old and a kid hit me in the nose with a hockey stick. I have always been bad at sports. Occasionally I would sort of pick up on some sport like bowling or badminton and have a good try at it. But at some point I have to realize that I am not a sports guy. I’m a musician. I’m an actor. I love theatre and movies and books and beautiful women. I’m also a day dreamer. Not a good thing to be when you’re sparring with a black belt – as I would unfortunately learn less then 24 hours later.
Even in the theatre community guys will come up to me and start saying something like “I can’t believe blah blah hit the blah blah on a 4.0 corner blah blah blah.” I always look back blankly. They may as well be speaking Romulan. I want to ask them what they think of Sheila E being in Prince’s band again. But I know they will stare back at me blankly. Seriously, just because I am a guy does not mean I know about this stuff. Why do people assume that?
The funny thing is I was actually just at the gym doing Karate. So, as you can see I am still trying to get better at sports. I recognize I need to get into shape and be stronger and be able to defend myself. I love the camaraderie of Karate. The people are super nice and supportive. But my mind wanders, like it always has. I’m out of shape and wasn’t able to go up a belt at the last grading. Then less than 24 hours later I ended up sparring with a new person in the club. If you just come in to the club, even if you have a black belt, you are not supposed to come in wearing that belt. So this guy had a white belt on – like me. But he wasn’t a white belt and he kicked hard and my hand wasn’t in a clenched fist and my finger on my right hand was injured.
I’m a piano player. A songwriter. As I winced in pain I saw my future change. Either I would never play the piano again or I was going to have to hang up my Karate Gi. As it turns out my finger is just badly bruised. Obviously I can still type so its not too badly damaged. But now people are warning me that maybe this isn’t the right sport for me.
And so, once again, I am faced with a simple fact. Some people are really good at sports, like the black belt I sparred with. He moved at an astonishing speed with powerful strength and agility. Other people, like me, are really good in arts and entertainment. That is what our brains are wired for.
Conclusion? Sigh. I guess I’m just not a sports guy.

Notice the thickness around the base of the finger. Not supposed to be like dat!
Why I Love Madonna

I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THIS ALBUM. HELP!
I have a confession: I LOVE CONFESSIONS ON A DANCE FLOOR! Everytime I go through a crisis I have a tendency to lean on an album. This years series of bizarre problems have led me back to Madonna’s Confessions On a Dance Floor CD.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Hard Candy as well, with it’s funky fresh sound. But when I drove to Niagara Falls this year I put in Confessions and it just played over and over and over in my car. When I got home I couldn’t think of a reason to take it out. So for two weeks it just went around and around. I also have the live version (The Confessions Tour) which is just as good. In some ways it is better – the film that goes with it is one of the best concert films I have ever seen. Both versions put me in some sort of electro-trance.
Politically she is one of my favourite figures. Right up there with John Lennon, Prince and Chuck D. Back in the 80s I wasn’t that crazy about her. I thought she was too pop. But then I heard Erotica and my opinion changed. Ever since then I have been into just about every album she has done.
Lately she has become more radical. In the first Confessions album, during the song I Love New York (perhaps one of the greatest dance songs of all time) she says:
“If you don’t like my attitude, then you can F off!
Just go to Texas, isn’t that where they golf?”
This is an ok line. I kept thinking. Why didn’t she just say fuck? Then Confessions Live came out and she was obviously not worried about biting her tongue anymore because now the line goes:
“If you don’t like my attitude then you can FUCK OFF!
Just go to Texas – WHERE YOU CAN SUCK GEORGE BUSH’S DICK!!”
I like this progression in crudeness. When she did the American Life album she censored herself when she decided one of her videos was too controversial. In a way she was editing and censoring herself just like we ALL were around that time. Everyone was afraid to say anything after Sept.11. Artists like Spearhead went underground for being too outspoken. It was like the McCarthy era.
In Confessions you can still here her censoring herself. But by the time she was on tour she obviously knew it was time to just let it all hang out, no matter how crude. I admire that.
On Facebook I noticed a reluctance of people to swear. And I used to be nervous about swearing on here. Then one day I wondered what I was scared about. It is my Facebook. If people don’t like my swears they are free to take my notes off of their newsfeed. I had people coming up to me telling me not to write what I was writing.
I kept thinking, hey Rob B, why don’t you just not read it! Just go to Texas where you can SUCK GEORGE BUSH’S DICK!

American Life. An underrated acoustic album. I would also like to point out that Madonna is a great jew.
Prince’s 21 Nights Book is Worth the Price Just for the CD

21 Nights by Prince and Randee St. Nicholas
I consider myself one of the lucky people that actually saw one of the shows that Prince performed during his 21 Nights at the 02 Arena in London, England in the summer of 2007. In fact I wrote a very detailed blog about the experience (http://bit.ly/1Q6XZC). I’ll sum up that article by saying that this was one of the most memorable experiences of my life, and the greatest concert I have ever seen. This event was so huge that I believe Michael Jackson may have died trying to top him.
The question is, can a book and CD translate to the reader/listener how exciting an event this was? The answer is: partially.
The most successful part of this package (not surprisingly) is the CD called Indigo Nights/Live Sessions CD, which is over an hour in length and is a live recording of one of Prince’s after show concerts at the Indigo2 (a smaller venue within the 02). As if it wasn’t enough that he had just performed a full length concert, on some nights he treated fans to several hours of more music. This was one of the shows I witnessed. The thing that is amazing about these shows is that it is Prince just doing whatever he wants. Don’t expect a stream of hits from one of these shows (although Alphabet St. and Delirious are in the set list).
Real fans appreciate hearing songs from the Graffiti Bridge and New Power Soul albums mashed together, as he does with his mixture of The One and The Question of U. Similarly, the CD opens with a mix of the songs 3121 and D.M.S.R. These songs weren’t hits to the regular population but they are to the “true funk soldiers.”
He plays other artist’s songs as well. This must be a huge honour for the original artists. There is an instrumental version of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin revealing Prince’s masterful guitar playing. I’d love to play this for some Zeppelin or Hendrix freak and see the look on their face when I tell them it’s Prince. I think this track, more than any other, displays his sometimes over-looked abilities as a hard rock guitar player. Some people have trouble getting past the image, I guess.
Also included here is the astounding version of Misty Blue by vocalist Shelby J. Prince’s excitement about the talents of his band is infectious, so when he declares that “a star is born” after Shelby’s set you know that he’s right – the rest of the world just has to catch up. Saxophonists Mike Phillips and Maceo Parker (who is formerly of James Brown’s band) are highlighted as well in several dramatic solos where they are given room to cut loose.
Prince’s engaging personality and humour is always present on this disc. Sometimes this aspect of his personality is lost in his studio recordings. In some ways you haven’t really heard Prince unless you’ve heard him live. There is one song with a monologue called Just Like You where he talks about what his life was like before he was famous. It’s hard to imagine after all these decades that there was a time that he wasn’t famous. He says that he knew things had changed when a photographer told him he could retire if he could just get a photo of him and Michael Jackson together. This is what Prince’s longtime supporters want. They want to know who Prince really is, and this CD offers a glimpse.
The book, with photos by Randee St. Nicholas, is another story. It has hundreds of stylish photos of the event but it is a little bit disappointing in my opinion. As much as I can relate to Prince on a recording, the book shows the other side of Prince: wealthy, private and aloof. Many photos seem posed and enter the realm of sexual fantasy. That’s great and everything, but I guess I was hoping for something that was more of a documentation of the events that actually happened on stage – or backstage. For instance, several major rock stars came and performed with Prince. I wanted to see pictures of Prince and Paul McCartney together. If not that, can I at least see what he eats? What does a wealthy vegan have on his rider?
There are some circles of people in the fashion world who adore his style because of his boldness. And if you are someone who is interested in fashion and fashion photography then you might find this book interesting. To me the best photos are the ones of Prince actually performing. I’m a musicican so that is what I’m interested in.
I also think the inclusion of song lyrics makes the whole thing seem like an official tour booklet. One of the funkiest songs Prince has done in recent years is Chelsea Rodgers from the Planet Earth disc. But if you aren’t listening to the music the lyrics just seem nonsensical and absurd. With the funky groove, however, they are magical.
Overall, I think it is an interesting package for a CD. The problem is that it was sold as a book. Personally I did not know that there was a CD included until a year after it came out when my wife bought it for me as a birthday present. That disc is worth every single penny she spent ($50.00 Canadian).

A big huge package for a great CD
The Parking Ticket Line-up Helps Make My Day

Hi there! Am I ruining your day?
Hey what is more irritating than getting a parking ticket when you have the proper parking permit? I’ll tell you what…WAITING IN THE LINE-UP TO SET YOUR COURT DATE THAT’S WHAT!
Okay I’ll put my writing back into small caps. I don’t want to scare anybody after all. No, I’ll leave that to the creepy guy I had to stand behind for twenty minutes. Whenever I see a white man with a shaved head I really want to give them the benefit of the doubt that they are not a scary skinhead.
However, tattooed to this guy’s neck were the words WAR PATH with a red iron cross in the middle. The energy in this line is always edgy. The non-conformist comes out in almost everybody. People that would normally be good citizens start angrily questioning why they are paying taxes and start talking about revolution. The skinhead seemed particularly miffed. When he saw that the guy in front of him had a handful of about twenty tickets he said, “I would wait for the parking guy with a baseball bat!”
The guy with the handful of tickets calmly said, “Oh I don’t know about that. It’s not just one person you know.”
Skinhead: “Yeah, well I would find out who is putting most of them on my windshield and I would wait for them with a baseball bat. I mean why not? He’s taking food off your table.”
At this point, aside from being afraid for my life, I was also kind of glad I was going to be able to witness what was going to happen when this guy went to the bullet proof glass to talk to the parking tag bureaucrats. Because the only reason they are there is to say no to you.
Finally he was called and he went to the window. Oh boy this is gonna be good, I thought. Prepare for DRAMA!. But he just calmly and politely paid his ticket and then he was off. In fact, out of everyone who went to the window he was the most well behaved. I guess he saved all of his anger for the line-up. Lucky us.
So I just want to thank the Toronto Parking authority for bringing Torontonians together who would not normally be anywhere near each other.
A Long Overdue Date with the CNE

Prince's Gates at the CNE
I must be a terrible husband because I have never taken my wife to the CNE. We’ve been together as a couple for over ten years and we have not gone once. Why? Because every year when the subject comes up I say how much I hate the CNE because its full of crap, its the same stuff from the Stampede, and maybe the rides aren’t safe. I had no idea that she had only been as a child and I felt like a jerk when I realized she had always wanted to go with me. So off we went. (By the way I take her to Wonderland all the time so I’m not really a jerk).

Parking was only $20?!!!!
We went in the evening and although the parking was expensive the admission on a Monday evening was only $5.00. Not bad.

The Parade is Coming! (Photo by J. Ross)
As soon as we got through the gate we could see that everyone was clearing a path for a parade. A parade? How exciting! What wonderful characters will march past? Which types of musical bands will move our spirits? Which local celebrities will we see?

Oh...these guys. Cue the Darth Vader music. (Photo by J. Ross)
Yep. The parade was a bunch of cops. Boooo! To me this was more a show of force than anything else. I really couldn’t believe how many cops were there. I was kind of frightened. So we left.

Our deep fried feast began (Photo by J.Ross)
Our personal fried food celebration began with a corn dog. My wife felt this was one of the greatest corn dogs of her life. Then we went to the food building where I gave into a craving for fish n’ chips. My wife had ribs. The food building is one of the greatest parts of the CNE. It’s just a giant building with a large number of fast food booths. We ate outside, where I used to eat with my comrades when I worked at the nearby Ontario Place.

Funnel Cakes
For dessert we had Tiny Tom Donuts and Funnel Cakes. We basically ditched our diet for this date so we could live on a cloud of deep fried heaven.

Action shot of the Ferris Wheel (Photo by J.Ross)
We decided to take the risk and go on the rides. I feel much safer on the Wonderland rides. There is something about the rickety nature of these rides which makes them even scarier. The easiest to take was the Ferris Wheel so we started there. You can get a spectacular view of downtown and Ontario Place from here.

View from the Ferris Wheel (photo by J. Ross)
The next ride we took was called The Fire Ball:

The Fire Ball at the CNE
The Fire Ball is a massive pendulum which is circular in shape with humans strapped in precariously. As it swings to and fro it also spins around.

The Pit and the Pendulum (photo by J. Ross)
The carny who strapped us in took a run towards to me and then slammed the safety bar into my stomach. They could use a little bedside manner I believe. There is a sign that says if you are too heavy you shouldn’t ride it. I had trouble breathing for this whole ride as the bar jammed into my gut. Oh yeah and I screamed in terror for the whole ride as well because I thought I was going to die.

Crazy Mouse (Photo by J. Ross)
The Crazy Mouse was the next ride we took. This ride had the longest line. A spinning cart goes quickly along this track. It is similar in style and design to The Fly at Wonderland. While we were waiting we could see that parts of the ride were being held up by loose pieces of wood. One of the cars wasn’t working and for some reason would splash water onto the waiting line-up, even though there is no water on this ride. Still it wasn’t a bad ride, but not worth the long wait.

Evening at the CNE (photos by J. Ross)
We then got onto the Gravitron 4000, which is a saucer where you lean against the wall and then it spins around super fast and you feel really stoned and slide up the wall. It was full of kids, of course. This ride has been known to make people very sick. But we made it through.
The final, and scariest ride we took, was one of those spinny swings. There are two rides like this at the CNE, a traditional ride where everyone gets a single seat, and a newer larger one with couple seats. This is the one we took.

The Scariest Ride at the CNE
You feel really exposed in this ride. It’s just you and your partner flying through the air, with nothing but a cheap looking bar holding you in. It also makes sudden drops just to jolt you out of any false complacency you may have been feeling. After this we were done with the rides.

The CNE Trade Centre looks like Xanadu
After that there was not much else to do except go to the massively huge Trade Centre which looks like the building from the movie Xanadu on the outside. One time when I worked near here I wanted to show my brother this new building. We walked up to it and went in an open door. We were looking around innocently when we were suddenly accosted by a group of rabid security guards who insisted we broke in. I stood at the door and told them off before leaving. Then I got into show business. But just in case you don’t know, I don’t really react well to power tripping security guards.

Sand art at the CNE
I also saw a concert here which had Puff Daddy, Lil Kim and Destiny’s Child before they were huge. But today, at the CNE, it was mostly just cheap stuff you can buy, some interesting sand sculptures and an exhibit about ghosts at the CNE.

Through the use of a mirror I am able to make myself thin again.
When we left we realized what a good time we had. Next year I won’t be so grouchy and unromantic and I will take my wife again for more good ole deep fried Canadian fun.

Goodnight CNE
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