If Blogging Were Pro Football, I’d Be Rich
I’m not a big fan of graffiti mostly because I can’t read it, what with the zany letters and the crazy spelling of today’s youth, so I appreciated –end’s (or is it just end without the emdash) graffiti for its clarity. And it reminds me of the SAT’s and those pesky little X is to Y as kitten is to garbage truck (?) questions that resulted in my attending a state school, instead of Harvard where I clearly would have gone had it not been for that portion of the test. That and ditching class to smoke cigarettes at the chain. As I pass –end’s work on N Williams, I create my own if this were this, I’d be rich. If singing Itsy Bitsy Spider complete with hand movements were shaking a twenty-year-old butt and lip syncing on stage in front of thousands, I’d be rich. If taking photos of graffiti while driving were NASCAR, I’d be rich. Now you give it a try!
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This individual is pretty snarky. The first one I saw was the ubiquitous “call your deadbeat dad, he still loves you.”
I’ll admit those did make me laugh when I saw them driving home the other day. But laugh in the same way those “if you lived here you’d be home right now” signs that are always in front of soulless suburban developments do - funny, but sad…
Nice first post Melissa!
Wow, where’s the obligatory comment that someone always leaves on a post like this that says something like “stop posting pictures of these ilegal acts, you’re just glorifying the destruction of property…”
That guy’s usually more on the ball, three whole comments and no sign of him…
that’s my new favorite tagger, I’ve seen those while riding the bus up north