Open Road Tolling has come to Illinois! And along with this advancement in technology comes appropriately new signage - a series of delightful pictures that only the artists themselves can truly understand. Sort of like a drive-through museum I suppose!
However, I think I'd prefer that drivers unfamiliar with the Illinois highway system be more focused on proper lane usage rather than assessing the merits of "fine" artwork. Lately, newer signs have appeared based on research conducted by our local toll authority. Apparently this research has yielded an astounding result. Drivers find the use of words on these signs to be helpful! Who'd have thought!
Nice to know that a species that advanced from Hieroglyphics to language thousands of years ago can now... well, do the same thing yet again. Let's get to work on reinventing that wheel thing now.
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I'm tired of constantly towing the line, but will weigh in on this comment.
I think the ideas of signs makes some sense (cents?) in the long run (pun intended) as you whilst away the time in your long frustrating commute. I have noticed on some interstates that there are political messages along with the graffiti (that you claim are from artists). On one particular interstate, there are signs spaced about a mile apart that obviously were placed there by gun advocates/lobbyists with references to "guns saves lives." Strangely enough, shortly after the Virginia Tech incident, someone took it upon themself to blow the living daylights / smithereens off that sign with what looks like a military issued/artillery sub-machine gun as what's left of the pole is riddled with holes. Ironic eh?
Anyway, I think a pleasant scene as I drive by makes perfect sense to pass the time, especially when the cd has been played endlessly for the last two hours while the cell phone caller speaks endlessly about Aunt Bertha's corns, the DVD player repeats Rocky VIIIXI, and your applying makeup while trying to shave.
Maybe you were just born to be a passenger. You seem like a guy seeking quite a bit of stimulation whilst on the road. Frankly, I think I'd rather stay home while you're out driving. Just remember, if you hit someone in the ass, it will be your own damn phalt!
I don't ce what you ment by that rude comment. You're reply is actually taking a toll on me like an old Shirley Booth sitcom, but you'll pay so you better change. Understand? Exactly!
Back in '05, I was hoping by now that I could say "I road this blog to stardom." It turns out we're not so talented and our blog is pretty much interchangeable with most every other blog on the www. However, I'm not ready to exit this vehicle yet. Perhaps we'll find a four leaf clover and be able to leaf the working life behind yet.
I nearly dropped my express-o because your comments are way out of line. Are you on speed? This blog should be for interesting comments that anyone can state, but should not have any political undertows! Now leave me along, you know I've had heart bypass surgery and my artery is clogged, and I may not be able to turnpike a youngster anymore! I'm getting congested from rushing around at this late hour!
Why don't you stop making light of other people's comments? Some consider that a sign of insecurity. Besides, with increasing demand for bandwidth, we don't need that kind of traffic on the web. And another thing, watch your laneguage!
In a roundabout way, I think I understand what you are saying, but I can still run cirles around you. Perhaps, I should yield to other comments from the like of lawyers, teachers, and even foot doctors or pedestrians. I just don't want you to talk because I fall asleep, you're so Borman to listen to.
Didn't you have the same comment posted earlier about taking speed? If so, please limit your redundancy.
Clearly you have chosen to bypass civility and attempt to spur anger in me. However, I'm attempting to close the loop on this by telling you it's my way or the highway. I can't express myself any clearer!
No way to park your comments on me since I'm going to zone out soon. Why don't you do the right thing and turn your attitude around? I think you need to ramp up and take it like a man, instead of living your life like it's a dead end. Why don't you begin to merge these thoughts together?
You just don't have any street sense. Frankly, the quality of your commentary is beginning to eroad and I'm getting real tarred of reading your bouls**t. Why don't you hold court somewhere else?
You have no avenue from which to vent your complaints. You keep trying to cul me into an argument, but end up getting kicked in de-sac. Perhaps, this blog has taken a different turn, and if so, can you give me a signal so we can put this website under new construction?
This uncivil discourse is undermining our blog's mission of being an oasis on the web. I'm so upset with your salty language that I may go out and get plowed. And I fear our readers will be taking a detour from our blog, or at least finding an alternate, you little green sproute!
Apparently, You snow nothing about good commentary, so please consider this an official removal from this blog zone. At this critical junction, I think we need to slow down, and think fine thoughts. Yep, that's the ticket!
What's all this nonsense about roads and tolls and such? People need to find a way to clean all this horse manure from our trails!
Thank God for Wikipedia.
Them horses are dangerous animals. If we were meant to ride horses, we would be born with saddles attached to our behinds! I prefer to walk upright like a man was meant to. An old phillie ran into my combine, now my tractor looks like a Bowa constrictor.
My son Bob was a Brave guy. He could really slug you if you didn't cooperate while he gave you the third degree.
I don't believe in ghosts but had an Apparicio when I was growing up that said I should change my first name. I stop short of saying Luis, Louie, Louie since no one would understand me mumbling anyway.
Well, Little Looie, just be glad your name isn't Small. People had a big time with my name. I was so messed up I saw a medium who, by the way, gave me a little on the side. But then she blackmailed me and I had to pay her twenty large. That was no small sum in my day!
Can I be frank with you, Lenny? I really relish the thought of everyone trying to ketchup to me in a race by chasing my buns, especially in the marathon in vienna where I was all beefed up! Portillos those losers, I showed them who the real wiener was!
If you don't start using your 'ed, you're going to be finished! As for me, I'm Dunne.
I'm confused as to what you are trying to say. Almost like you speak with food in your mouth or like you are dancing the Charles-ton, since you sound so Deneening with that condescending tone.
Stop acting like a...
...or else you'll be in trouble. Paraphrasing that famous drummer for Led Zeppelin, I haven't Yate begun to fight! Oh, that's Rich!
Is your head in the John? I oughta Tanner hide!
Time was, when a feller went to the john, he had a ball - if you know what I'm sayin'. Not at alt like them racehorses that ain't got no balls atall. Watcha call your geldings.
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