Note fad and gay uncle giraffe

I wonder if Craig has started some sort of note-posting fad? Today I got to the tram stop to find the sign above taped to the shelter.

It's not very clear (I was rushing because the tram was about to take off) but it says -

"Hey You!! Have you done a random act of kindness today?? A young man called Ben has turned 24. He needs a friendly call or text to let him know that people actually do care. If you can spare a few cents, please send a short message to..."

I actually did sent a message, but Ben didn't reply. Oh well.

Fruity giraffe

I added another member to my little herd of wooden giraffe today. He's taller than the others, so at first I was thinking he could be father giraffe, but he's um...kinda fruity looking with his green and mauve legs and neck, so I decided he's the gay uncle instead. (Yes, he's also a little cross-eyed.)

Here they are -

More on Craig and adopt-a-word

I was down Windsor way today and I kept my eye out for Craig's quirky and amusing notes. Even though he's been outed as a mere imitator, I still wanted to see them for myself.

I spotted a couple of what looked like remnants of his signs and was thinking perhaps they'd been ripped down by disgruntled former admirers, and then I spied this intact one.

And clearly I'm not the only one captivated by Craig's amusing (if unoriginal) whimsy who thought of flushing him out with a note of their own. If you can't make it out, the writing at the bottom, it says, "Craig we love you like we love our battered saus[age]. Call me....".

Maybe this person ripped down the other note that someone stuck underneath, hoping to have him all to herself?

I also saw this note - which looks like it might have originally been accompanied by a bunch of balloons - on the post box where one of Craig's signs was.

PS Don't ask me who BNE is, but they was everywhere along Chapel Street today.


Adopt-a-word

I have just discovered (via The Happiness Project) a cool site called Save The Words which allows you to adopt your very own word. (OK, it's cool if you're a word nerd like me). You can even get your adopted word printed on a T-shirt.

When adopting it, you pledge to use the word as often as you can, to try to save it from lexical oblivion.

I haven't had a good look yet, but, as an avowed word lover, I really should have one all of my very own to love and nurture. I just have to find the right one... This is not a decision to be made lightly. A word is not just for Christmas, you know.

I'll keep you posted. Let me know if you adopt one.

More silliness on the streets

The above thoughtful courtesy note is one of a dozen quirky/crackpot signs that "Craig" has affixed to light poles and post boxes around the streets of Windsor, in inner Melbourne.


So says an email that was sent to me today by a friend, anyway. Here's some more of Craig's delightfully deranged signs -

Of course I love them. I love him and I have no idea who he is or why he's doing this. I asked Google, but Google pretty much shrugged its shoulders.

I have to know, dammit! I wonder if I turned up at one of the alotted times (although there's no date) would he be there waiting in his half-pirate/half-clown get up or whatever? (I wonder if anyone did show up?) Could I lure him out with an offbeat note of my own?

And why didn't I know about this earlier? Windsor is kinda my stomping ground...well, I stomp around there at least twice a month anyway, including past the places where Craig has stuck his notes. Am I walking around with my eyes shut?

If you want to see the full set, email me and I'll send them to you (address is on my profile).