Everywhere a sign, sign...

Where I go my camera goes.
And my music goes.
And my beach ball goes.
And my multipurpose tool complete with knives and a wrench goes (yes, even on airplanes).

Okay! So I carry a nine pound purse! Yes. I did weigh it. Well, my daughter weighed it, the better to poke fun at me.

In any case, my point is I always have a camera ready whenever wildlife shows its furry face in the city. Of course, I always get home wondering, "Why did I need a picture of a rabbit?"


These are a little better. At least I got pictures of my kids while I was at it...albeit lousy pictures of my kids. With a squirrel.

But no matter how many squirrel, rabbit, or duck pictures I discard, I still drag the camera out when some wildlife or another crosses my path.







Sign pictures are a different story. My dad often mentions the "brother in law" rule of road signs, which is the rule that says that many, many stupid signs are put up because somebody influential had a brother in law in the sign making business. Most of them really seem to say the same thing:

If you get maimed or killed or are otherwise unhappy, it's NOT our fault!

The Museum of Health and Medical Science is apparently quite the dangerous place. They needed all these signs just for ONE exhibit. They start out with a sign warning hapless museum goers that they will soon see a bunch of signs. It's nice not to have to worry about being accosted by a warning sign with no prior warning:

Definitely two of the "Don't sue us just because you're stupid!" variety:



You've got to love a sign that directly instructs people not to put a beans up their noses:


On the other hand, the sign is a tad ambiguous. It could be that they're only instructing people with allergies not to put beans up their noses. Perhaps the rest of us should feel free to shove beans up our noses as well as whatever other orifices seem practical for beans.

This is probably a really useful one as these signs go. I mean, had they not read this sign, who knows how many people were going to try and heal their open, gaping, weepy wounds with the same honey they spread on their sandwiches?

Perhaps the same people who needed this sign I saw in the park nearby. It's imposing, isn't it? One feels safe and secure knowing that the proper measures have been taken to warn us of the dangers lurking in a city park. I mean, some days the spray fountain alone is enough to strike fear in the faint of heart. So what is this danger that necessitates such a wordy sign?
Somebody saw a bat. Don't laugh! It can be quite dangerous to see a bat, apparently. When somebody saw a bat at my son's school last year, they had to send home notice. I'd like to be able to say I'm kidding, but I'm not. "Never mind weapons or the pesticides in your peanut butter sandwiches boys and girls! Just make sure you don't see a bat!"

Here's a last one from the park. If there were wildflowers growing, would a sign really be necessary?

I like sign pictures for just that reason though. They just seem to capture the absurdity of this crazy life so perfectly.