This conversation reminds me of a conversation a million years ago when I was talking Oscar picks with a co-worker who declared herself a Movie Nerd and asked if I was one, too. I could only answer "No, just a regular nerd".

I vote yay raspberry, also, Sophia.

My theater design teacher called his down jacket his "motherfucker" jacket. "When I wear this, no one knows if I am a great big motherfucker in an itty bitty jacket or an itty bitty motherfucker in a great big jacket." I still call my down jacket my motherfucker jacket.

No clue. I swear there used to be ones with a martini glass for "no alcoholic beverages" or whatever, and it always made me laugh that the subway was outlawing martinis and craps!

Apparently the Transit Authority was worried about the carnage that usually trails in James Bond's wake.

History geek here, Napoleonic-era military history subcategory.

OK, I couldn't figure out how to google what I really wanted, but I did find this NYC Parks "no martinis" sign: [link]

It's not square litter, it's a boombox!

lori, the middle picture. The person is dropping three squares.

Maybe the MTA really wanted to say, "Subways aren't for pooping!", but the sign designer misunderstood them.

If that's the case, please let me never find myself in the sign designer's house.

Oh, that. But that's not craps! You don't shoot craps with three dice! Just two.

Hmm.. speaking of nerds.