1. Owlmirror says

    “I shoulda made a left toin at Albuqoique outgroup”
    — Bugs “If anything, probably Glires”

  2. twas brillig (stevem) says

    “When you come to the fork in the road, take it”
    — Yogi Bear-aa

    So the sign is telling you, “Many forks up ahead” (a cornucopia!!!)

  3. llewelly says

    ck’s sign is closer to the reality of evolution. Still, the op sign is a huge improvement over the terribly common ladder myth.

  4. ledasmom says

    Makes more sense than the sign at the traffic circle in front of Union Station in Worcester. We’re pretty sure the Union Station one designates a preferred landing spot for flying saucers.

  5. says

    Al Dente #12:

    Yep, I shudder whenever I think of it. First time I ever used it, I’d just bought my first chopper motorcycle from a bloke in Swindon. There I am on this unfamiliar bike, with front forks about a mile long, ape-hanger ‘bars and footpegs so low they scrape, seemingly, on the slightest curve… and I end up having to navigate that monstrosity. I have no idea how I did it.

  6. Crudely Wrott says

    Yeah, Daz, it’s not following the road so much as it is the following of lanes that makes driving so knucklebiting. On the one hand there are clear lines and markers and arrows on the road surface and large, high contrast signs overhead but not even a combination of all the above can prepare one to navigate an interchange obviously designed by a first year student with little experience of driving or building roads.

    I can hear it now, as several times past, “Who the hell put that there!!!”.

    So much good intent, so little usefulness, so many avoidable collisions.

  7. Richard Smith says

    “Evolution favours y-fronts”?

    Partly because it’s been so long since I’ve worn briefs, and partly because I’m standing at what appears to be a particularly troublesome crossroad, subtleties like spatial orientation or multiplication (had to look at several sites before determining that those y-fronts were upside-down and fractally nested). Who continues on down the road – me, or the families of bacteria that have decided to set up the cheerful colony of Cellulitis in the apparently entirely up-for-grabs territory of My-Left-Calf, is pretty much solely at the discretion of the good physicians.

    Just feeling oddly poly-spective. Hopes that all and theirs are as well as can be expected…

    Painkillers, antibiotics, who knows what all else: I’m just going to rest (where else can I go?) and let this pharmacopeia take me where it will*).

    *A bit of a crude aside, so I’m quarantining it here. Unfortunately, with all those powerful antibiotics, “where it will” is increasingly the same location, which would normally cause no trouble but, with one leg essentially gone, I haven’t even begun sorting out – or being taught – the new set of maneuvers required to maintain hygiene and health. And at the moment I don’t even have the mobility to reach the room, so the chair is being brought to me. There are some jobs that are really terrible in almost every way, save that they are helping relieve another person’s burden to some degree. I can pretty honestly say that I don’t have the fortitude, or several other critical stats, to do that sort of work, let alone full time, but it does continue to inspire me to try to do what I can, where I can. But at least I can give them something to show that their work is appreciated. Just that maybe, in retrospect, chocolate may not be the best, symbolically…

    TL/DR: I’m saying, “Thank-you for cleaning up my poop,” with chocolate!

  8. caseloweraz says

    CK: Reminds me of an actual sign I saw once…

    That sign is perfectly clear when viewed on the screen of my laptop.

    Probably not so easily interpreted from the front seat of a passing car.