Wednesday, December 28, 2011

I can smell Zebra, and I can hear Zebra, assuming that Zebra squeals like a pig

The upper entrance to Deliverance. Evidently New Zealanders do not like skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; or rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim.
Ideally the sign would have warned against "tree-trunks all 'sclusively speckled and sprottled and spottled, dotted and splashed and slashed and hatched and cross-hatched with shadows". At least it's not in Papyrus.

11 comments:

M. Bouffant said...

At the top of the track is a sign warning about the "dappled lighting conditions". Just along from the warning sign, on the righthand side of the track, is a headless Jesus statue.

I suppose you are holding the headless Jesus image in reserve.

Substance McGravitas said...

Sure, non-handicapped person, make light of your compatriots afflicted with vampirism.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Warning signs are best rendered in Comic Sans.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

That may be the best warning sign I've ever seen. I look forward to other gems, like:

Optical Illusion Hazard Ahead

or

A Head Ahead

Rachel said...

I was read those stories as a wee 'un. What a lovely reminder!

Rachel said...

How much didya get for the exerciser?

tigris said...

It is the native ground of the vicious dappled were-dachshund, who will gnaw your ankles to the bones then bury those. The warning serves as the placemarker to put on your steel gaiters if you have them and to make sure you have a shovel to dig your feet out if you don't.

tigris said...

Also: yet another sign that would be much improved by using Logger.

vacuumslayer said...

It just seems like a weird thing to warn people about. It'd be like warning people:

WARNING: Glorious sunset ahead
or
WARNING: Hot, buttnaked, consequence-free sex with the person you're most attracted to ahead.

Make-a no sense.

Smut Clyde said...

It just seems like a weird thing to warn people about

It's only fair to explain that the 'Deliverance' track is sometimes used by mad bastard mountain-bikers who like to career down staircases of rocks and dodge amongst the tree-trunks like slaloms until the lighting deludes them as to the location of the rocks and the trunks.
So I won't.

vacuumslayer said...

They make careers out of downing staircases? Wow. They never suggest cool stuff like that to me at the job placement center.