Sunday, December 11, 2011

"Regrand? He Wrote the Score to 'Umbrellas of Cherbourg,' Right?"

Our roving Hollywood correspondent Chris Vosburg sent me the following report, along with a rare image documenting the actual Birth of a Neologism.  You almost never witness this sort of thing in the wild:

Snapped with my cellcam this morning at the Car Wash at Vine and Willoughby...
A new word for us all, can’t wait ‘til this one makes Merriam-Webster:
Part I like best about this is wondering if the Banner Shop that knocked it out just didn’t care, or tried to talk the customer out of it, or merely figured that it was a perfectly cromulent word.

7 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

And here we're almost in regrand-gifting season.
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heydave said...

Finding a sign like that is nearly unpossible. But it must be real, for it has driven Mr. Egg into jumpy spasms of joy.

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Mr. Egg? Is that what that thing is supposed to be? I thought that it was a paraplegic Super Hi-Bounce Ball (those "legs" look like wheels).

And never forget the First Rule Of Re-Gifting: Never tell the Original Giver that you're Re-Gifting the gift! And make damned sure that you remove the original wrapping AND gift tags, too. That'll really blow yer cover.

suebeeyo said...

Awesome. This probably comes from the same banner shop that makes signs saying NOW CLOSED with an exclamation point.

Madpuppy said...

Must be from the same shop that made the banners for an Italian restaurant near me- one said they offer "catering for any ocassion", and the other says there is a buffet dinner "Every Monday, Wendsy, and Friday."

Scott said...

To which the outraged customer replied, "Hey!...You misspelled 'Wendy."

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

I can top it.

And it's a PERMANENT, HAND-PAINTED WOODEN SIGN. As in, THEY HAD TIME TO GO LOOK IN A FUCKING DICTIONARY OR ENGLISH TEXTBOOK WHILST SLAPPING THAT ENAMEL ONTO THE BOARD.

Haven't done that stretch of S. Broad lately, so I've no idea if it still exists, BUT:

HIS AND HER'S UNISEX HAIR SALON.

I wish to fuck that I had a picture of it, but I never thought that this town would be slaughtered before I could get around to it.

There are at least a dozen other fabulously agonizing signs around town, and not just the abominations smelted onto Coca-Cola and Miller Lite-sponsored vinyl banners, either. If I ever get the gas money, I need to ride around and see if they're still there and GET those pictures... It'd make one helluva coffee-table book!