the reverse graffitti movement

After RALA ended at three (fifty-nine) Crystal and I made a furtive dash for freedom, more commonly known as the wanton mee shop at Far East. Sorry, but when it's 4pm and you haven't eaten lunch yet, you kind of get really desperate for food.

I was happily finishing off a bowl of wanton mee faster than lightning and at the same time reading the table, because the wanton mee shop lets you graffitti all over the place. And who doesn't like a bit of educational literature during meals? (Yes, when I was little I used to read playgrounds too.)

Anyway, I saw something that looked long and tube-like and remarked to Crystal: "Gosh, people seem to have this weird urge to draw middle fingers whenever they graffitti stuff."

Crystal examined the table and said, "Where?"

I pointed it out to her.

She looked at it, and then looked up and said in a rather apprehensive tone: "Vic, that's not a middle finger."

I looked at it again, and it was long and tubular, just like middle fingers are. "It looks like a middle finger to me."

Crystal smiled.

I looked puzzled.

She smiled even bigger.

I continued to look puzzled.

"Vic, that's a human phallus."

I fairly screamed. Middle fingers are okay, but phalluses (phalli?) are just disturbing. I indicated the other long tubular objects around the human phallus. "So these are phalluses too? I thought they were middle fingers!"

In any case, I came up with a new idea: reverse graffitti! Instead of going around drawing phalluses, we draw good things!

Like Barney, which is the emblem of all things cheery and child-suitable. I drew a huge barney at the side, as well as a huge "THOU SHALT NOT" next to a stick figure which seemed to be grabbing his... ahem.