Back Door Shenannigans

ButterBurger — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 16:33:48 GMT

So I see a post from one of the OMC honchos that some griffiti artist tagged their back door. First of all, I'd like to say that it's hilarious terminology. I may have a new phrase to replace "playing the back nine" and "getting to fifth base."

I'd like to take a stab at deciphering what's in the pic.

To me, it says the tagger is wiser, perhaps in relation to things financial given the use of the dollar sign for an S. And it would seem the tagger is wiser through the use of chemicals, thus the "chem i.m." adjacent to the "wi$er" statement. Is this some sort of post-modern theory about better living through chemicals? Are we talking chemicals like printer toner and Mr.Clean? Or the stuff banned in the EU under the new R.E.A.C.H. legislation? Unfortunately, I think this graffiti, or even each individual piece of graffito, raise more questions than answers. Hardly the clear message of, say, "Turk 182" or "FUTK."

Me? I've spent a lot of time in Washington, D.C. The capital of the free world has, surprisingly, quite a tagging culture. Milwaukee has a long way to go before it produces the likes of Cool Disco Dan:

http://www.graffiti.org/cdd

or my beloved Borf:

http://visualresistance.org/wordpress/?p=94

So perhaps the OMC Back Door Tagger will return and write legibly. With a moniker like that, you gotta root for them.

Miller, Miller Everywhere

ButterBurger — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 16:24:21 GMT

I don't live in Milwaukee. But I love it.

I love Miller. I love it so much, I married a woman by that name. Unfortunately, she was no heir to the family fortune. Not even a distant cousin of the girl in the moon, no return address on Plank Road, not owned by a faceless international conglomerate. At least she is union made.

I love that the few times I've been to old County Stadium or the newer Miller Park, you can't throw a cheese curd without hitting a Miller Lite and having it ricochet off another one pouring MGD.

I love the smell of hops that envelopes me when I step off the plane at General Mitchell field. Or maybe that's just my natural musky scent.

I love the Miller Brewery tour. Especially that insanely hot room with all the Mr. Wizard stuff going on. Just makes me want a frosty mug of High Life all the more.

I love that almost any bar I walk into, it's nearly impossible to order anything made by those dubs in St. Louis. Wouldn't even pour that stuff in a pail for my donkey.

Call me old fashioned (not a brandy old fashioned, Milwaukee style), but clutching a cold Miller (not my wife) in my hand just makes me feel like all is right in the world. Except for that insane rant by Kramer from Seinfeld. That was just really messed up.

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