This roller coaster ad was supposed to say, “Ready. Aim. Scream.” But when we got stuck waiting for a long turn signal, the view from the passenger’s seat suggested that the Silver Bullet gets some people a little more excited than that.
Tag: signs
What it all Mean’s
Katie spotted this example of apostrophe abuse in an office parking lot.
The best service mean is…? Statistical analysis of dumpster service?
Is there any *ahem* meaning for which this would actually make sense?
Beware of Invisible Cows
Up at the visitor’s center for the Mauna Kea observatories, there’s a sign that says, “Beware of Invisible Cows.” It was dark when we were there, and I tried to get this picture without using the flash since there were people with portable telescopes ten feet away, so it’s really blurry:
Fortunately someone in charge recognized the humor value, and the visitor’s center sells bumper stickers:
Of course, it turns out other people, visiting during the day, have snapped better pictures of the sign.
Note: Our visit to Mauna Kea was on Saturday, April 9, 2005.
Bunny Xing
Across the street from the Irvine Civic Center:
This brings back memories of days in UCI’s student housing. There were rabbits everywhere. The complex was right next to a big empty field, and rabbits would hop through all the time. “Oh, look, a rabbit!” “Yeah, yeah, same old, same old.”
But this is the first time I’ve seen a road sign. Of course, given that even the people in Irvine can’t stick to crosswalks, I expect there will still be problems with jaywalking (jayhopping?) rabbits!
Only In San Diego? Part 2
(Continued from part 1.)
Our hotel was located within walking distance of the Little Italy trolley stop. Diagonally across from a coffee shop (“It’s a Grind”) that we frequented during our stay was this restaurant:
Katie informed me that one of the Indigo Girls has, in fact, opened or invested in a restaurant, but this doesn’t seem to be it.
Here’s another restaurant (or more likely a bar) that we spotted, this time in Downtown San Diego:
This was Friday night with Sean, when we were wandering around the Gaslamp District and environs looking for a place to eat. We found ourselves wondering… was this a martini made with Ranch dressing? A place where martinis grazed and rustlers had to watch out for stampedes? Did they serve a crispy ranch martini with bacon?
Actually, “Grand Admiral” Sean should take the credit for the next one: I don’t remember if it was this year’s con or a past one, but he was on one of the escalators with Timothy Zahn, who remarked that the view always reminded him of the view inside the Death Star cannon. Inspired, I checked out that particular escalator, and Zahn’s right: it does look like the Death Star cannon!
![[View from the escalator on the east half of the San Diego Convention Center]](https://hyperborea.org/journal/wp-content/uploads/2004/07/deathstar-convention-center.jpg "View from the escalator on the east half of the San Diego Convention Center")
And, in closing, an image from our hotel room this morning. It seems that Salvador Dali had somehow gotten into our room and transformed our soap:
(Continued in Volume 2.)