| hello-SMITHERS-you're-quite-GOOD-at-TURNING-me-ON ( @ 2005-05-12 11:32:00 |


the Toronto Islands -- as seen above in the smash hit film Police Academy 3 -- are an archipelago off Toronto's southern shore, originally conceived as a leper colony in 1842 by William "The Lion" McKenzie and now primarily used as parkland for assorted public events all summer long. Heading over there BEFORE the season has started, however, yields a different experience entirely... one of a dark and mysterious place untouched by man and bereft of logical answers to the puzzles it raises.
It was just last August when the "Special Camp" on the islands held their traditional end-of-summer concert series on Olympic Island, for which I took the ferry over with a bunch of friends to watch groups of mentally-retarded children onstage banging on things for hour after hour. Oh, how they banged!!


But now, that same island is more empty and barren than the lunch-table at an ethiopian U.N.-relief camp.



Who knows where this mystery-train may take us? Drugachusetts, perhaps? Or maybe the magical land that only exists inside Mr. Rogers' head? Only its ghostly, invisible, intangible, mute driver seemed to know.


This giant hedge-maze proved the day's biggest mindbuster, with only the assorted small-child skeletons littered-about offering any chance of guidance towards exit and salvation.




Further proof that the island in off-peak months is inhabited by a race of giants (Or, that I'm actually really, really small.) One can only sit and ponder what these gargantuan freaks must do during the summer as tourists and campers tramp all over their homeland. Presumably, they have summer jobs somewhere at a really, really big Pottery Barn store.








And here, the mystery behind the island's giant inhabitants is revealed at last; the sign behind me alluding to "QUADRA-CYCLES" can only mean that the island is lorded over by some sort of Dr. Moreau of outdoor-recreation... who, along with his continuing genetics research, has successfully used mad-science to merge multiple bicycles into four-wheeled beasts of terror.


Lunch!!!







Ironically, this was the same repeated phrase that got me thrown off the set of Jaws back in 1979. It wasn't a dis at Spielberg and his fine film, though; i was just LITERALLY trying to tell people about the time I caught Jaws and Freddie Mercury in a bathroom stall together backstage after the Brit Awards that summer.
Then, Jaws 4: The Revenge eventually came out. And THAT movie sucked dick. :(





