I met this dog on Elgin Street the other day. He rides in a stroller because he only has three legs. So when his companion made him sit up and wave to me, he was balancing on only one leg.
Then, shortly after running into the three-legged dog (which reminds me of a joke I’d love to share it with you, but I can only remember the punchline: “I’m lookin’ for the man who shot my paw.” Ha ha ha), I ran across another piece of street art by Elmaks.
It’s the City of Ottawa official graffiti station. I had heard of it a week or two earlier but couldn’t find it when I was looking for it. By the time I stumbled across it, it had been vandalized. Maybe Elmaks will tell us what it used to look like. You can see what it used to look like here.
Speaking of vandalized, I was saddened to see that the Mayor Larry Swap Box, on Lisgar near Bank, had its door ripped off. That swap box is part of my daily life, and it’s just not the same when I can’t open the door and peek inside. I’m still putting things in it, but it’s not the same. I miss the door.
From vandalized to scandalized – this poster freaked me out. Yikes. I have a question for the men. How much does it cost to go to the barber? Does it make any sense on any level to spend $20 to get your neck waxed “in between barber shop visits”? (Click the image to enlarge it.)
Here are a couple of groovers I’ve seen lately. You can’t tell from the picture how funny she looks when she walks; you’ll just have to take my word for it. She definitely marches to the beat of her own drummer.
This guy walks normally for about 20 seconds and then spontanously bursts into dance for ten or fifteen seconds. Then he walks normally again for 20 seconds. He seems unable to resist his own reflection in store windows: it just turns him into a dancing fool!
For those of you who live in Centretown, there’s a new vet clinic opening up on Somerset near Preston.
At the intersection of Chinatown and Little Italy, a Chinese bricklaying scaffold. Yikes.
Last but definitely not least, I was pleased to see that the Lysol Woman survived another winter.
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“She definitely marches to the tune of her own drummer.” Oh yes. I’ve seen her many times. For reference, I call her Gettin’-Down Woman. I think you’ll agree with me, Zoom, that, as good as your photo is, it doesn’t convey her startlingly feisty boogie-strut.
aka “Funky Woman”
She always brightens my day. I’ve never seen the dancing guy though!
Maybe the dancing guy wants to be in one of those iPod/phone commercials with the person be-bopping to the music until his phone rings. He walks normally while talking on the phone, then disconnects his phone and the music restarts and he resumes dancing down the street.
Thanks for letting us see your neighborhood!
Hee. That new clinic is going to have Kennel services too. 2 full time doctors, and 2 part time 😉
(behold my useless knowledge..)
Where’s the new clinic? (Very excited about it)
The woman who marches to the tune of her own drummer lives in my neighbourhood, which is a good stroll from downtown. (It takes me 45 minutes from my door to the Glebe) Now, this girl STRUT-WALKS and she talks and sings. She must be in amazing shape!!!
You all know the groovin’ gettin’-down funky strut-walkin’ woman? How come I’ve never seen her before now??
Soire, how do you know all that about the new clinic?
Robin, it’s going to be at 955 Somerset, which is at the eastern end of the bridge over the O-Train tracks. You and Clint Eastwood can walk there from your place!
I recognize the intersection where funny-walking woman is! Bank & Queensway?
Great pics — a good neighborhood should make room for people of all characters. Elmaks has a pic of the Graffiti station(created with Hemlock) on his website before it was vandalized.
Why is the woman called Lysol Woman — does she carry that around town in her cart?
That scaffolding! Holy. I took the fall prevention course before I was allowed to work on the Habitat house and I learned a lot. I am glad it is only one storey high.
A three-legged dog walks into a a bar. The bartender says, “What do you want?” Dog says, “I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”
A toothless termite walks into a bar. He asks, “Is the bar tender here?”
A grasshopper walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Hey, we have a drink named after you.” The grasshopper says, “You have a drink named Steve?”
Descartes walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Beer?” Descartes says, “I think not!”, and promptly disappears.
A man walks into a bar, and says, “Ouch!”
Ba-da Boom !
WC – you got it!
Mo – thanks – I’ve updated my post accordingly.
Julia – I know, it’s crazy!
Bikerider – ha ha ha ha ha!
As a young man, Descartes often made retreats in a Trappist monastery where an uncle of his lived.
Once, the monastery was observing a vigil fast before some major feast. The plan was to offer Mass at midnight, then have a big (by Trappist standards) party afterwards.
Some local toffs were invited to attend, and before Mass one wandered into the refectory where the food was being spread out for the party. Descartes was there, writing in his journal, and the man (observing the silence) signaled to him as to whether he might have a nibble of one of the delicacies.
Descartes shook his head, scribbled a note in his book, and showed it to the visitor: “I think they’re for 1 a.m.”
I’ve seen Gettin’-Down Woman gettin’ down as far south as Bank and Heron.
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So this Buddhist monk walks into a pizzeria. The guy behind the counter asks him what he wants, and he says, “Can you make me one with everything?”
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This piece of string walks into a bar and asks for a beer. The bartender looks at him and says, “I’m sorry, but you’re a piece of string, I can’t serve you.” So the piece of string goes out, doubles himself over, twists and pulls himself through, and then pulls some threads loose at the top. He goes back into the bar and asks for a beer, and the bartender says, “Wait a second, you’re that piece of string, aren’t you?” The string replies, “No, I’m a frayed knot.”
LMAO.
A polar bear, a giraffe and a penguin walk into a bar. The bartender says, “What is this? Some kind of joke?”
A dyslexic guy walks into a bra.
Lysol Woman (though I’d rather know her name) covers a lot of ground. She rattles through Westboro early in the morning.
you should check out that swapbox site once more…
I’ve seen the dancing guy before. I had to look around me to see if anyone else was seeing this. I was having a horrible day when I saw him. Seeing him dance def. brighten my mood.