This is gonna be Slim, vigorous and Nasty.  None will be spared. Leave now, oh Weak-Of-Heart.

Okay, here's another "Executive Signature" by the Red Lions Rugby Club and many other men and women of the sporting world.  We may seem delirious, but it's only because we've been WATCHING TWENTY TELEVISIONS at the local sports bar, and not hearing a word they're saying on any of them.

That's mainly because there's nothing significant being conveyed here.  Does any body see that through our bleary bloodshot eyes?

We're into trendy hash-tags, oh men of armor...  This little heiroglyph on the left is Somebody's attempt to convey one of the main tri-grams on the I-Ching.  Too much Chinese Beer and not enough Afghan Hash results in this reading for y'all:

Hexagram 16: Yu / Enthusiasm: To know the seeds, that is divine indeed. In his association with those above him, the superior man does not flatter. In his association with those beneath him, he is not arrogant. For he knows the seeds. The seeds are the first imperceptible beginning of movement, the first trace of good fortune (or misfortune) that shows itself. The superior man perceives the seeds and immediately takes action. He does not wait even a whole day. In the Book of Changes it is said: "Firm as a rock. Not a whole day. Perseverance brings good fortune."

Now, Mr Bass has been here since 1995.  We surmise from his "I-Mean-Business" style of handwriting, that Mr Bass is either a High-School Gym Teacher or a Shop Steward in the Postal Workers Union. One and the same, in this Feng Shui world.  Mr Bass, we are more than pleased to make your acquaintance, and we hope you enjoy our offerings while still remaining true to the gospels of Jesus Christ and the incessant natterings of your neurotic housewife.

These folks obviously painted in the rain. Must be from BC. What else to do on a Lazy Saturday?  Hang out at the Mall? Wear Girl's clothes and join the Boy Scouts?  Naw.  Buy Latex with your allowance and Paint the Trains. It's the Canadian Way.

Okay, now what? "Stupid Graffiti"?  This train-journal is full of it.  We're just gettin' started.  Mr Bass, you put me in The Mood, baby.

"Threats Of Decapitation". Wow. At least his Hypenation is in the right place.  This is like the Flying Skull of a Baby Hell's Angel, smiling as it chops up another one of many opponents.

Gag me.

"Reception Reset" ...!!  A scribble of signifcance for a hand-writing expert perhaps: stoic, conservative, honorable, duty-bound with a vigorous macho spirit.

And while we're here, we'll take a moment to remember all the pencil-lines drawn on all the high-school latrine walls since time immemorial....

Okay, now we're into the Big Bananas.  Somebody's celebrating their 50th, and it ain't me Mama. 

50 years of throw-ups, blow-ups and grow-ops.  50 years of Defying Authority and Driving on a Wrong-Way street.  50 years of adding your name tag to every public bathroom and private warehouse in the country.

It's a Big One, that half-century.  Wear it well, there won't be another to follow.

O Ye of Little Faith! Chrome, Monoxide, and Rust combine to take us on a Psychic Picnic to "found art land", the biggest Museum on Wheels, short of Dad's Chrysler LeBaron!

Get this: sometimes small words say big things, and O Ye's polite choice of "Location" and "Sybolic Abbreviation" frankly leave me breathless.

It's a small cookie on a Long Night.

Here we go:

"Meso, Caso, What! Krew!" (..."what crew?") do a snappy little coca cola logo here, ignoring their "right to remain silent".  Sometimes Black and White can be put to decent work, and these Lads make a serious go of it. 

Although it's somewhat typical, it has a life of its own and an inherent "snarkiness" so common in the world of taggers.  We take our hats off to the professors of the paint stroke!

And the Beat Goes On...

HA!

HA!

HA!

Small is sometimes good.
Short is sometimes sweet.
Coke is never Pepsi.
You blow me off my feet.

HO!

This is a mess.

And it's from Winnipeg.

Winnipeg is the capital of Manitoba. Its heart is the Forks, a historic site at the intersection of the Red and Assiniboine rivers, with warehouses converted to shops and restaurants, and ample green space dedicated to festivals, concerts and exhibits. Nearby, the Exchange District is known for its well-preserved turn-of-the-20th-century architecture and numerous art galleries.

Gambling.  No good for you, no good for me.  No good for anyone except the government, the banks, and the few rich tycoons who are "board directors" on the Lotto 649 finance committee.  They're the ones with the shaved heads, the tinted windows and the swimming pools.  They are only the Shadows of your Lower Self... take pity and move on!

We're covering a lot of ground here folks.  This should do you for a day or two. I like this curious character on the right.  I first thought it was a face. When I looked closer it seemed to be a covered wagon with horns.  Then, some kind of a hood ornament for a martian hearse.  The more I think about it, the more I'm mystified, and the less I want to go to work tomorrow.

If any of you know what this thing on the right is, please tell me, and I'll pass it on to our television audience. (A two-faced demon drag queen?)

Moving right along.  (jeez, we're winnin' tonight!  so much ground to cover, and so much speed!  makes you wanna buy one of those silver little hondas and go to Hovercraft Driving School, yes?)

Our "man of the cross" on the left reminds us that Jesus is constantly watching us, when He's not Watching TV.  Kind of a "train-yard" type of guy. Good with the chalk, but forgot to count the box-cars.  That's why they're all de-railing now, "mister 2/99" ...!  Pay attention or we'll report you to your "Biker Union Bosses"...!!