February 03, 2005
you heart what?
I came home from having coffee I walked up to the house. There, in the snow, was a message that all mammals would cheer.
I laughed. That's a funny thing to greet a person. At least around here it is. I understand there's an entire town in North Ontario where people are left absolutely helpless around boobs. Who knew? Now you do!
I walked in the door and asked, "Was Tex here?"
Indeed, Tex had been there. So had Florette. I am unable to determine whose handwriting scrawled this message into my snowbank, but I'm willing to bet that it was Tex's idea.
Graffiti, if that's what it is this way, is a puzzling thing, especially when you're trying to do it. When I was little we had a can of red spray paint and we wanted to go spray stuff. But then what do you spray? And what do you write? And how do those people get their words to come out looking so nicely when mine dripped and looked cruddy?
I don't know. Practice, perhaps.
Downtown there's a graffito on the back of a sign. It says, "Teeth??? Dentist." Something like that. Then there are little reminders all around town.
"Bush Is a Nazi!"
"Think"
"Dig All Jive"
"This is the elevator" (written in the Commons elevator)
"Lose Bush"
"Bush=War for Oil"
"F.H. Fox is 81"
But figuring out that the back of a route number sign is the place to write about dentists, my darlings, I may never understand.
This is why we must bow down before the graffiti artist: Tex. In what way you determined that a snowbank would be the place to proclaim your love of the mammary, I do not know. I do know, however, that I will one day extract the truth.
Posted by dotty at February 3, 2005 11:18 PM