October 13th, 2006
|07:10 pm - pictures and stories|
Some pictures have stories behind or around them.
Test. Purge. Ventilate.Bonus ref for certain Paul Harvey fans:
"Search. Rescue. Ventilate. Somebody's singed a kitten. Heh, heh, heh."
Saw this on the back of an nStar utility truck as it was parked in Downtown Crossing. I eagerly took a snapshot and then turned around to greet the very large, very Southie employees of nStar, who were very curious as to what I was doing taking pictures of their vehicle. I explained I liked the words on the picture, I liked the triangular formation, I mentioned some bullshit about composition, and I also said I didn't know what they meant, but I liked 'em all together.
Turns out these are the three steps utility workers have to take when opening a manhole cover so as to not have it explode and send the cover flipping like a giant steel DISC OF DEATH over the unwary population. Cool, eh? They were nice guys, really helpful in explanining their manhole access process, and they let me keep my camera and my nose intact, so I gotta say, I was happy.
Later on last night I was sitting in the Davis Square central park with Clem, showing her the picture on the phone so I could tell the story of the nStar workers and all that. We were approached by one of Davis' finer colorful citizens, an friendly older hippy with a Jack Russell terrier. I don't know her name, but she was friendly and when she noticed us swapping a cameraphone back and forth, wanted to see the picture too -- "I like seeing things I've never seen before!" -- and so I showed her the camera. She squinted at the picture, frowned a bit, and furrowed her brow.
"It says FUDGE," she finally concluded. Then she said "You two are made for each other. I, I can tell."
Clem and I looked at each other. I meant to say "wait, what" but instead it came out as "Er, how can you tell?"
"Because she's got dimples!"
"Uh, okay. Nice dog," a rather dimple-free Clem said, trying to change the subject. "What kind is he?"
"Brown," the lady replied. "Actually he's a Jack Russell Terrorist. He's very serious, as you can see. He likes being very serious." The dog ran around and wagged his tail and sniffed at some leaves on the ground because that is what serious dog terrorists do.
And that's just two stories that came out and around this innocuous poorly-lit picture of a triangle with three words in it.
|Date:||October 13th, 2006 11:49 pm (UTC)|| |
Target. Someone's done the same thing at our local Target. Except there's only one waiter guy.
Damn, you're good.
I was kinda hoping someone at my local Target had just put the skull there as a prank, as the rest of those skulls are nowhere near the creepy waiter display.
Now I'm wondering how much of this is Great Minds Think Alike and how much is a three-ring binder "Spice up your holiday displays!" suggestion.
Run, you pigeons, it's Robert Frost!
|Date:||October 21st, 2006 08:30 am (UTC)|| |
We went back last week and someone had replaced the skull with a pumpkin. I think it's pranking.
JACK RUSSELL TERRORIST! dear lord. I have met some house-destroying Jack Russells and that is just ... rather too apropos.
At my old job, we called the Jerk Russels.
If you're not completely satisfied with it, I'll buy it back!
So what was their manhole access process? Did it involve Wild Turkey?
Apparently the steps are as follows:
Step 4, the Wild Turkey step, doesn't happen until later.
Request permission to borrow (with credit, of course) one of the waiter/skull pics for an LJ icon?
I really wish the close-up hadn't gotten so washed out, though.