I keep passing this sign on the way home from work on nights that I take the 405:
After a lifetime of Star Wars, my brain really wants to rearrange the double letters so that it says this instead:
Category: Signs of the Times
Beware Mountain Lion (Peters Canyon Hike)
A couple of weeks ago I just had to get out of the house for an afternoon and found myself at the entrance to Peters Canyon Park. The last time I’d been there, the park was closed due to recent rains. This time, it was open.
Several trails run from the entrance around the edge of the park, and one goes inward to an area that’s currently closed off. Because…well…take a look:
I couldn’t help but take a picture. It went so perfectly with this sign I found in Hawaii near the active lava flows: Continue reading
Not Quite NNTLGBL
License plate spotted the other day:
NNTLGBL
I’m 90% certain it’s supposed to be unintelligible…in which case, it isn’t.
For Cooking Big Green Ham
I saw the “Big Green Egg” sign from across the freeway and immediately thought, “Do they have big green ham, too?”
Of course, since the Big Green Egg is a barbecue, if you find some big green ham, it’s the perfect way to cook it!
BRB K THX
Favorite license plate sighting of the day: “BRBKTHX.”
Goin’ On a Typo Hunt
NPR has an article on The Great Typo Hunt: Two friends cross the country with a Sharpie pen, correcting grammatical and spelling errors in road and shop signs. And there’s a book.
I may need this.
When I was in college in the mid-1990s, I kept a “Bent Offerings” newspaper cartoon on my bulletin board. One person was scrawling “I before E…” on a wall. Another was correcting a menu, muttering, “It’s Brussels Sprouts, not Brussel Sprouts!”. A third was examining someone’s T-shirt, disapprovingly asking, “Is that how they taught you to use an apostrophe?” The strip was captioned, “Roving Gangs of Rogue Proofreaders.”
The appeal hasn’t stopped. You may have noticed I have two categories on this blog devoted to weird/funny signs and mistakes in signs.
Yeah, this sounds like a good bet. Update: I finally read it.
Prophetic Plate
The parking lots at The District in Tustin, and the streets that run through them, are just plain horrible. They’re bad enough, in fact, that the last time we were there*, it wasn’t clear at first that the reason traffic was moving so slowly was that it was working around a car accident.
As I slowly drove past the crashed Lexus, we both looked toward it…and burst out laughing.
I felt awful for it…but the license plate was DIMWIT1.
Bonus in-joke: Katie asked me where the other two were.
*June 13, for the record.