Thursday, March 31, 2011
Here's a sign advertising the Panda Chinese Restaurant in Commerce, TX:
There's something freaky about the chef's face on this sign. His tongue is hanging way out, and apparently he's slobbering a lot.
Would you want this guy to prepare your dinner?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
This has to be the funniest marketing ploy I've seen in a long time. A magazine for tea baggers?! An expectation that the intended audience actually reads and is not intimidated by words?! Stop, stop...no more...my side hurts.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
The feel of the sawdust underneath your feet, the endless sounds of barkers, the smell of greasepaint, an uncomfortable feeling in your pants, and an unshakeable sense that your life is in danger...that must mean it's time for this week's
Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I guess this sign for a Sioux City Fox affiliate tells us something about the true conservative agenda.
Much thanks, once again, to Nick Zachariasen, for providing this insightful glimpse into sordid, psychotic world of Glenn Beck, Bill O'Reilly, Sean Hannity, Greta Van Susteren, Steve Doocy, Brian Kilmeade, and Gretchen Carlson. Ja Wohl!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Smell that? That's fear and trembling in the air. That must mean it's time for this week's
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Following up from yesterday's mise en abyme phallic fish sauce label, here's another image from John's excellent adventure in the Chinese market:
So many facets of freakiness. Can you name them all?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Devoted Gallery fan, John Bird, was recently visiting a Chinese grocery in northern Virginia, and there he found a curious brand of fish sauce:
I can't help but wonder about the composition of this label and why the kid is holding the bottle at such an angle.
Stay tuned for more wackiness from John's trip to the grocery!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The sign of the Pronto Express Cigarette Outlet, at the I-29 junction in North Sioux City, SD:
The risks of ignoring punctuation. Next time you ask yourself, "Where can I best be locally owned?", remember the Pronto Express!
Thanks again to Nick Zachariasen in his ongoing attempts to make sense of South Dakota.
Monday, March 14, 2011
I had a layover at the Newark Liberty International Airport this past weekend, and there I found this image of Ronald McDonald:
Outside of the real goofy look on the clown's face, what struck me about this sign was the position of his hands. He's either being mugged or he's indicating a touchdown. If the latter, then perhaps this is an allusion to Notre Dame's famous Touchdown Jesus:
Jesus...the burger clown... Think about it, won't you?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Something from one of Old Navy's web pages:
Old Navy - taking over the world one retail store, and one inappropriate use of an apostrophe, at a time.
What do you expect from the people who gave us this commercial?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Food connoisseur Tom Warlick found this item in a Washington, D.C. grocery story:
Mmmmmmmmm. That's good eatin'!
A big Gallery thanks to Tom and to his mischievous cohort, John Bird, for sending along this tasty image.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Filled with the kind of creepiness that is the stuff of childhood memories, here is this week's installment of
Since yesterday's Gallery entry was a sign from the Clown Motel, I thought it only appropriate that this weekend's Retro-Adtivity image reflect a similar topic:
Here is a photo taken in the 1960s, the sign of the Jolly House Motel & Resort in the Catskills, New York.
"Jolly" isn't the word that immediately comes to mind looking at this sign.
Friday, March 4, 2011
If you're in beautiful Tonopah, NV this weekend, be sure to stay at the Clown Motel:
Thursday, March 3, 2011
We were at a Chinese restaurant the other day, and this was the image on the fortune cookie package:
What struck me immediately was the fact that this was in elaborate color, which I usually don't see. I thought, "cool!" Then I took a closer look, and all kinds of questions entered my head. What is the guy leaning on? Is that a giant pear? What about the fingers on his right hand? Were the middle three amputated for some reason? And what the hell is that thing on top of his head? It looks like a cross between a rat and a rooster, and somehow he's fitted it onto his noggin.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Nothing says "Happy Birthday" like a horrifying clown sign. At least that's the message from the Lexington, SC company, Signs of Happiness. Here's a picture they feature on their website:
Accompanying this image is the following: "Surprise your loved one with a large Clown sign in their yard the morning of their birthday!"
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Normally on the Gallery of the Absurd, I try to stick to the site's original dedication to contemporary advertisements, signs, and labels that usually have something to do with marketing. Today, however, I'll expand my definition of "advertisement" or "sign" to include window stickers on vehicles. This morning in the drive-thru line of a Starbucks, I found myself stuck behind some conservative yahoo in a gas guzzler with annoying stickers on her back window.
The sticker on the right stated that this person didn't believe the liberal media. Wow, I guess all of those corporate bigwigs who actually own the major media outlets will be disappointed to hear they've lost this customer.
Even more enlightening is the blue sticker toward the left, which states the following: "Hungry? Out of work? Eat your hope and change." This must be a caring and loving individual. I bet she's a true Christian, too.
Then there was the sticker on the top left. It said something about how the Bill of Rights was never passed by Congress. I guess that Wikipedia is indeed a valuable resource for many people.
What made all of this even more infuriating for me is the fact that this person drove up to the cashier's window and remained there for about 5 minutes. She was talking about something with the employee. Maybe they were reminiscing about Timothy McVeigh.