BadComrade wrote:Here's me with my favorite beaver:

Oh, how I laughed upon seeing this.

Outside the movie theater by my house. Maybe it's the civil engineer in me, but I got quite a chuckle by the use of "hump" instead of "bump."

Christopher_Dragon wrote:

Crazy dancing asian guy on the island at the corner of Milwaukee and Damen.

Seriously? Funny?! No...not funny...what's funny is that this guy calls what he does "performance art." Yes folks GENE LEE, the dancing machine of North Damen, refers to his constant antics of douchebagery "Performance Art." Wow, he shows up in Chicago finds the "eccentric" section of town and the trust fund art kids over at Heaven decide to embrace him...yeah...this guy is funny. Its funny what it takes to be considered "weird" nowadays.

Sowley wrote:...refers to his constant antics of douchebagery "Performance Art."

He's not the first my friend, oh lord, he is not the first.


Ok. Here's a guerilla camera phone photograph of the back of truck which has an absolutely fantastic potential band name for someone out there (I wish I was in a band right now that was playing music that would be appropriate for this name):




...and yes, this is the back of a beer truck. I will let the irony of that one sink in just after you finish your own beer.

Here's the graphic from a sign at the front of a sauna, I didn't photograph the text but it says "People with tattoos are not allowed to enter". This is mostly to prevent Yakuza from entering and scaring away the other people in the sauna. Never really been a problem for me though.

I love those no tattoos signs in the onsen.

i asked someone to steal one for me a long time ago, but they never did.

I also like the "beware of perverts" signs on the subways.

I can't believe that you're not impressed with a beer delivery truck that says "retarder" on the back.

Yeah, some of the no tattoo signs in the onsens are pretty cool.

If I ever have a chance to snag one for you, I'll let you know.

Two weeks ago, as I was walking to the parking garage after work,
I spotted this black pair of shoes neatly sitting next to a lamppost:



The signal changed, and I crossed. There on the other side of the street I found this pair of socks:



I looked and looked for a pair of pants or a shirt, wondering if this was some sort of "trail of breadcrumbs" that would lead to a naked doude or something... but I didn't find any other clothing items nearby - so I got in my car and drove home. The End.

If I had a new phone and it had a camera, instead of words, right now I would be posting a picture of the sign a block from my apartment that advertises "European Facials".

i don't even have a camera in my mobile, what a looser i am. but my drummer does, and he sent me this one earlier this year: