#Signage for Factory

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Entrance to one of the Óbuda shipyard workshops, 1936. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

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im stealing from you

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Unlocking the Power of Signages: A Journey into the Heart of Architectural Expression

In the bustling city streets or the tranquil corners of a suburban neighborhood, signages quietly weave themselves into the fabric of our daily lives. These unassuming markers serve as silent guides, leading us through the urban labyrinth with their subtle presence. Yet, behind their simple façade lies a world of significance and artistry, where signages emerge not just as functional aids but as storytellers in the grand narrative of architectural design.

Navigating the Urban Maze: The Dance of Direction

Picture yourself wandering through a labyrinth of towering skyscrapers and winding alleyways, the city pulsating with life around you. In this intricate dance of concrete and steel, signages emerge as your steadfast companions, whispering directions and secrets in their subtle language of symbols and arrows. They guide your steps with gentle nudges, ensuring you never lose your way amidst the urban chaos.

Signages: Where Form Meets Function

Beyond their practical role in navigation, signages are also masterful storytellers, each bearing the imprint of its surroundings. From sleek, modern designs adorning corporate headquarters to weathered plaques marking historic landmarks, each signage speaks volumes about the character and identity of its host environment. They are not mere markers but guardians of a space’s soul, weaving together the threads of history, culture, and design into a cohesive narrative.

Inclusivity by Design: Bridging the Divide

In a world where inclusivity is paramount, signages emerge as champions of universal design, bridging the gap between language, ability, and culture. Through their clear messaging and universally recognizable symbols, they transcend barriers, welcoming all who tread their path. Whether it’s guiding the visually impaired with tactile cues or offering multilingual directions to diverse visitors, signages embody the spirit of inclusivity, ensuring that every individual feels seen and heard within the built environment.

Signage Consultancy: Crafting the Perfect Symphony

Behind every successful signage lies the guiding hand of a skilled conductor – the signage consultancy firm. These maestros of design and functionality orchestrate the perfect symphony of form and function, ensuring that every signage not only looks beautiful but also serves its intended purpose with precision. From navigating complex regulatory landscapes to harnessing the latest technological innovations, signage consultants are the unsung heroes who transform architectural visions into tangible realities.

From Pixels to Pavement: The Technological Frontier

As technology continues to advance at a breakneck pace, the world of signages is undergoing a revolution of its own. From dynamic digital displays to interactive wayfinding systems, the possibilities are endless. Signage consultancy firms are at the forefront of this technological frontier, harnessing innovation to create immersive environments that blur the lines between the physical and digital realms. Through the magic of augmented reality and IoT integration, signages are evolving from static markers to dynamic storytellers, engaging users in new and exciting ways.

The Human Touch: A Symphony of Souls

At its core, the world of signages is not just about pixels and pavement but about the human stories that unfold within their embrace. Each signage bears witness to the lives that pass by – the hurried commuters, the curious tourists, the weary travelers seeking refuge. They are silent observers of our joys and sorrows, our triumphs and tribulations, weaving themselves into the tapestry of our shared human experience.

Conclusion: A Journey Unfolds

In the grand tapestry of architectural expression, signages emerge as the unsung heroes, guiding our footsteps and shaping our experiences within the built environment. From the towering skyscrapers of urban metropolises to the quaint cobblestone streets of historic towns, they leave an indelible mark on our collective consciousness. Through their subtle presence and silent guidance, signages complete the architectural narrative, turning mere structures into vibrant stories waiting to be told. So, the next time you wander through the city streets or meander down a quiet alley, take a moment to appreciate the signages that guide your way – for they are more than just markers; they are storytellers, weaving together the threads of our shared human journey.

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[indysignfactory]

LED Sign Boards In Indianapolis: Revolutionizing Outdoor Advertising

In the heart of Indianapolis, a revolution in outdoor advertising is unfolding, led by the innovative use of LED sign boards. Indy Sign Factory, a leader in this transformative movement, is at the forefront of bringing vibrant, energy-efficient LED signage to businesses across the city. This shift is not just about adopting new technology; it’s about embracing a new way of connecting with audiences in the bustling streets of Indianapolis.

The Unmatched Visibility Of LED Sign Boards In Urban Landscapes

LED sign boards stand out in the urban landscape of Indianapolis, offering unparalleled visibility both day and night. Their bright, clear displays capture the attention of passersby, making them an invaluable tool for businesses looking to increase their brand presence. Unlike traditional signage, LED boards provide a dynamic way to showcase messages, with the flexibility to update content easily and keep up with the fast-paced city life.

How Indy Sign Factory Customizes LED Solutions For Indianapolis Businesses

At Indy Sign Factory, we understand that each business has unique needs and goals. Our approach to LED sign boards is not one-size-fits-all; we customize solutions to fit the specific requirements of each client. Whether it’s a small retail shop looking for a vibrant storefront display or a large corporation seeking an impactful billboard, our team designs LED solutions that align with the business’s brand and message, ensuring maximum impact on the streets of Indianapolis.

The Eco-Friendly Edge: Why Indianapolis Businesses Choose LED

In today’s world, where sustainability is increasingly important, LED sign boards offer an eco-friendly advertising option. They consume significantly less energy compared to traditional neon or incandescent signs, reducing the carbon footprint of businesses. This energy efficiency is not just good for the planet; it also translates into cost savings for Indianapolis businesses, making LED sign boards a smart choice both environmentally and economically.

The Durability And Longevity Of LED Sign Boards: A Wise Investment

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Capturing The Pulse Of Indianapolis: LED Sign Boards As A Tool For Engagement

LED sign boards are more than just advertising tools; they are a means of engaging with the community. In a city like Indianapolis, with its vibrant culture and diverse population, LED signs can be used to display not just promotional content but also community messages, event information, and public service announcements. This versatility makes them a valuable asset for businesses looking to establish a deeper connection with the Indianapolis community.

The Future Of Outdoor Advertising In Indianapolis: Trends And Innovations

As we look to the future of outdoor advertising in Indianapolis, LED sign boards are set to play a pivotal role. Innovations in LED technology are continually expanding the possibilities, from interactive displays to integration with digital marketing strategies. Indy Sign Factory stays ahead of these trends, ensuring that our clients in Indianapolis have access to the latest and most effective LED signage solutions.

Lighting Up Indianapolis With LED Sign Boards

In conclusion, LED sign boards are transforming the landscape of outdoor advertising in Indianapolis. With their bright displays, energy efficiency, and versatility, they offer an effective way for businesses to stand out and engage with their audience. Indy Sign Factory is proud to be a part of this revolution, helping businesses in Indianapolis harness the power of LED technology to illuminate their brand and message. As the city continues to grow and evolve, LED sign boards will undoubtedly play a key role in shaping its vibrant and dynamic advertising scene.

[preservationofnormalcy]

[My name is Meghan Hendricks, and I’m about to do something stupid.]

[I’ve scheduled my work to be sent to my superior in the federal government’s oversight committee unless I stop it in one week. A dead woman’s hand. It’ll be somewhat fruitless - I’ve begun to suspect that my work will be restricted, censored, and buried like most other things the Office does.

A lot of the people I talk to are exculpatory of the Office, even if they say they have questions or concerns. I think most of them mean it. I don’t think it’s brainwashing. I think in such a tighly knit community as the supernatural world people feel a more genuine sense of belonging than they might otherwise. A werewolf helping werewolves is going to understandably try and defend the hand that deals the help, even if they’ve bit it in the past. But one thing I’ve learned as I’ve been peeling up rocks and seeing what scurries away is that something isn’t right. Something is hiding in plain sight.

Most people don’t know about it. They can feel the shape of it, the outline the absence of something makes. Some people, however, do know. At least a little. I’ve seen them avoid questions, look away, end interviews. I can see it in their eyes. They know enough to not want to know more.

All of that brings me here, to the backwoods of upstate New York. I’m dressed in all black, wearing a mask and gloves. My clothing smells of peppermint, and in my bag is a bottle of peppermint oil. It stung my eyes and, before I got the dilution right, burned my skin. I look in my car’s rear view mirror and it hits me that I look ridiculous. I don’t know for sure why the factory foreman Barry warned me about the peppermint, but I had a theory. 

For the last few minutes I’d seen the shape rising into the air, the metal tower with red lights up its length. That was where I needed to be. The highway was thankfully bare, at this time of night. As was the turn-off onto an unmarked gravel road, only distinguishable by the Office’s symbol on a plastic sign, held up on a thin metal spike. I’d learned by now that the broader public couldn’t see the Office logos and signage until they’d been exposed to the extranormal, something the Office calls “memetic masking.” I was, in their terminology, memetically inoculated, and it was that fact that ironically helped me find the path. The gravel road went into the forest, but I pulled over past the road’s entry, into the small area of grass down past the turnoff. I pulled a tarp from my car and threw it over the vehicle, once again feeling ludicrous…and frankly, a little scared. 

The hike was about twenty minutes, mostly uphill on a gentle incline, the numbers station being built on a hill. I’d done worse, but not in a while. I could see pretty well in the light of the full moon, a fact that made me a little more nervous. I walked along the edge of the gravel road, in the dark - hiking onto a government facility, my nerves went wild. Every shift of leaves meant an agent clad in camo, every whip of wind causing a noise that made me think of the things I’d seen since I began this assignment. Not this assignment, I had to remind myself. This wasn’t part of it. Not really.

I saw the fence in the distance first - an eight foot chain link fence that stretched as far as I could see in either direction. Past the fence, I could see dark buildings, giant spools of wire, and above it all the metal tower of the station. I hadn’t exactly planned for this, even though I knew it was more than likely. The handheld cutters in my back pocket were ready, but something in me didn’t want to cut the links, even if I fully intended to pass the fence. Getting in some other way could be a blunder, accidental. Cutting the chain meant intent.]

C] 1 15 12 24 2 12 12 21 16 26 1 15 12 22 21 19 6 26 2 25 3 16 3 22 25

[The voice almost made me vomit. I spun and saw a man. Disheveled, haggard, an unkempt beard and long hair. Older, in his 50’s, but being dirty and ragged made him look even older. He didn’t even look at me, mumbling numbers so fast I could only understand them later once I slowed them down in my recording. After his string of digits he stood there, looking at the fence, then back to me. In the moon’s light I saw his dirty, torn jumpsuit, the logo for the Office on the man’s arm and chest, along with an embroidered nametag - Cecil.]

M] Wh- who are you? What are you doing here? 

C] 4 12 25 16 23 23 12 11 22 2 1 1 15 12 23 8 25 1 22 13 2 26 1 15 8 1 18 21 22 4 26 16 1 26 9 25 22 18 12 21

[His stare was distant, vacant. It was a shock when his hand moved suddenly, pointing upward to the moon. It took me a second to realize what he was saying, and when I did, it confirmed my suspicions.]

M] Here? Now? 

C] 1 15 12 6 19 19 23 2 21 16 26 15 15 16 20 13 22 25 19 16 3 16 21 14 1 15 25 22 2 14 15 16 1

[With that, he turned and walked away. He looked back once, pausing as if making sure I was following - which, despite my better judgment, I did. I attempted to ask him some more questions, trying to understand who he was or why he was here, but he didn’t respond. Not even with his numbers. 

After a moment of walking by the fence, we walked away from it, down the hill. A steep path, rocky and unstable, that he navigated with ease. It was only after climbing down past a tree and a rocky face that I noticed “Cecil” backtracking up a few steps. A huge drainage pipe jutted out from the hillside, hidden from above by rocks and plants. A piece of wood in the pipe was the only flimsy protection, and without hesitation Cecil pulled it aside and bent over to climb inside. Here I was, in the middle of the woods, about to climb into a dirty tunnel to a strange old man’s bunker. 

I could hear a match catch fire just as I stepped down onto a concrete floor and stood up past the metal pipe. The space was small, a concrete box that ended in a pile of rubble. It must have been the entrance to an underground section of the complex at one point, but now was only a covered shelter. A camp stove, a bed, an orderly pile of refuse. He was living hard out here, but he was living. Cecil put the match into an old oil lantern and held it up to one wall. ]

C] 13 16 21 16 1 12 2 21 16 3 12 25 26 12 13 16 21 16 1 12 1 22 22 19 26 4 12 19 22 22 18 12 11 9 12 6 22 21 11

[All over the concrete wall, pasted or taped, were papers. Mainly old documents from the Office, with the Office logo watermarked on their corners. Many of them featured heavy black redaction bars. Some were torn, upside down. Cut in patterns, circled with heavy marker lines. I’d seen things like this in movies, of course. The stereotypical red string and thumbtacks on corkboard. This was different, however. When I looked over the collage I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t a man trying to figure things out. He’d already figured it out, in his own way, and this was some kind of…archive. Memorial. A reminder. I looked at him, and he looked down to the floor. In shame? Sorrow? I couldn’t tell. I scanned the wall again, trying to find some order.  

‘Numbers Station 23 Decommissioned By Order Of Reality Compliance Council.’ ‘Bulletin From Director Walker On Directive 61722.’ ‘Los Angeles–’ the last one was torn off.]

C] 26 15 12 16 26 14 22 21 12 13 22 25 12 3 12 25 26 15 12 11 16 11 21 22 1 11 16 12

M] What is all this? Who ARE you?

C] 1 15 12 23 25 16 21 10 16 23 8 19 16 1 6 4 16 19 19 8 3 12 21 14 12 15 12 25

M] Listen, I – I don’t want numbers. Can you speak?

C] 15 16 26 13 2 1 2 25 12 16 26 2 21 18 21 22 4 8 9 19 12 8 21 11 1 15 2 26 16 21 13 16 21 16 1 12

M] You used to work for the Office…at the numbers station? This numbers station? Is that why you can only –

C] 4 12 18 16 19 19 12 11 25 12 8 19 16 1 6 1 22 26 1 22 23 15 16 20

[I must admit to some frustration. I scan the wall again. None of it made sense. Clearly it did to Cecil, otherwise he wouldn’t have saved all of this. Was the numbers station related to…what happened to my brother? Phrases leap out at me: ‘reality compliance’, ‘the equation’, ‘project dammerung.’ That last one was…all over. There were scraps, shreds with the phrase, but all of it redacted.]

M] What is this? Project Dammerung? 

C] 2 19 1 16 20 8 1 12 4 12 8 23 22 21 13 22 25 1 15 12 2 19 1 16 20 8 1 12 13 12 8 25

M] I don’t…I don’t have time for this. You know why I’m here. Are you going to help me, or not?

[Cecil was silent for once, looking around hesitantly, and finally back to the floor. I give him a moment to respond, and when he remains silent, I take in a breath.]

M] Right. Thank you, Mister…Cecil. I’ll…

[He raises his hand, almost as if he wanted to grab my arm, but was too timid. Raising the lantern to a section of the wall, he gestured to a particular document, from Office Security, or O-Sec. A photo of a serious-looking Asian-American man, Corporal Han. Most of the document was blacked out. Was this a warning? I take in the wall one last time, and drop my bag so I can reach for my camera. A polaroid - no digital trail, no getting the photos developed. With a click I snapped a photo of the wall. 

A noise distracted me. I turned, and Cecil was going through my bag.]

M] Uhh…sir? Cecil? 

[He stopped, looking up at me in almost surprise, as if he’d forgotten I was even there. ]

C] 1 15 12 12 20 16 26 26 8 25 6 26 14 25 8 21 11 11 8 2 14 15 1 12 25 4 16 19 19 1 8 18 12 15 16 26 23 19 8 10 12

[He slid the bag back over to me. I couldn’t figure out what he was looking for, but it didn’t matter now. I needed to get out of there. I put the camera back in, quickly checking that nothing was missing, and backed up towards the pipe.]

M] I know you showed me this for a reason. I’ll figure out how it all adds up, I promise. 

[I enter the pipe again, leaving the old man holding his lantern.]

M] Thank you.

[When I turn away, he looks to his wall one more time. 

I emerge alone into the moonlight, attempting the climb back up the hill. Though I had more scraps of information, I was back at square one, or so I thought. When I reached the top and made it back to the fence, I saw a section of the chain link that had broken, detached from the pole nearby and bent away, covered in a bush that only kept it half hidden. This must be where Cecil still entered the facility. 

The gap in the fence opened up into what seemed to be a storage yard, the place I’d seen past the fence earlier. Piles of tarp-covered metal or wood beams, spools of wire as tall as I was. In the moonlight, I could see poles dotting the yard, cables stretched between them, each one bearing a floodlight. Though everything had been organized and put away securely, I got the feeling no one official had been here in a long time. Leaves covered most surfaces, and cobwebs shone in the dim light along the roof of a nearby shed. 

Again, it struck me that I didn’t know what I was doing. Any information or leads would be in the building past the storage yard, and surely that had better security? Cameras, keycard locks - what was I even doing here? Walking through the yard, almost lost in thought - the tower of the station rose into the night sky in the distance, red lights along its length. They almost looked like eyes along the body of some thin creature, frozen against the stars. 

And then, lights near the station building. I stood still for a moment, uncomprehending until a pair of floodlights on poles a short distance away snapped on, then the next set. The lights were turning on this way, towards me. I had seconds to react, and I did what I’d practiced. In my bag’s side pocket was a plastic bag, containing a gross mess of wet cotton balls, soaked in diluted peppermint oil. Despite my panic, I threw them in all directions, slinging a handful of them in a wide arc, and then hid before the lights were on in my section of the yard. I could hear the electric buzz of the floodlights snapping on just as I ducked behind a row of wire spools, trying to stop my racing heart.

As I debated my options - running, waiting out the lights…maybe they were on a timer? I heard footsteps approaching, crunching on the leaves and pine needles that had accumulated over the unattended years.  When they got closer, I tried to peek through the center of one of the spools I was hiding behind. I saw his uniform first, O-Sec, Office Security. A large man, built like a weightlifter - could see the black shine of a gun in his right hand and my heart leapt into my throat. It was the man from Cecil’s mural, Corporal Han. Was he the officer assigned to this site? I should have known the Office would still have security even on decommissioned stations like this.]

H] I know you’re here. 

[He stopped in a large open area, looking around at the stacks of materials around him, the sheds and tarps - all hiding places.]

H] Normally, I might blame teenagers. Kids getting a kick out of trespassing on Office property. We had one group a few months ago, teenagers. Two humans, a fae and a vampire. They all forgot their vamp friend couldn’t enter without permission. Fun night.

[He paused, letting the silence fall again. I could see him look around, eyes scanning the yard and narrowing. He sniffed the air in a way that seemed…odd.]

H] But judging by the smell…I think you know what you’re doing. You came in with an idea of what was going on. Either you’re a professional, or someone told you…

[He carefully walked, passing behind a small shed and out of my view. I panicked that I lost track of him for a moment, but then there was a sickening sound. Like flesh stripping and bones crunching, and Han’s voice hissing. Then a sound that echoed through the yard, the sound of a hand - no, a claw, grabbing onto the edge of the shed’s corrugated metal wall, digging in and tearing the metal. A shape followed it. A long maw of shining teeth, white fur. A raised canine lip in a familiar but terrifying gesture of anger and aggression, a low rumble as the muzzle raised, and smelled the air. Then, a whine, another growl, sneezing and huffing as the muzzle retreated behind the shed again, out of my view. Another crunch, a growl, and Han staggered past the shed. Haggard, sweating, panting softly, looking incensed.]

H] And if someone told you, I’m going to have a nice, long…conversation with them. 

[He tried to collect himself, catch his breath, run a hand through his hair. He pulled a bandana from a pocket of his uniform, pulling it over his mouth and nose.]

H] You have one minute. One minute until I call backup. You can hide from me, but can you run from a dozen of us? Most of them won’t have my…shortcomings. 

[My heart was pounding. My head was swimming. My fingers were going numb. I couldn’t claim innocence, not when they found out who I was. Could I make a break for it? All of the ways out seemed to be past him, and if he was what he seemed to be, it would be a short chase. It would end up better for me if I surrendered now, but what happens after that? I’d never work again…or worse.]

H] Cecil?

[Han’s voice was confused, concerned. I snapped around to watch through a gap in the spools as Cecil approached, holding a bottle. The bottle of peppermint oil. He must have taken it earlier when he was looking through my bag.]

C] 1 15 12 18 21 16 14 15 1 9 12 8 25 26 1 15 12 14 2 16 19 1 15 12 16 26 25 16 14 15 1

H] Cecil, what did I tell you about–

[Han took in a breath through the cloth, and exhaled, clearly frustrated. His voice was sharp, low, but his face softened, and there was a soft click as he put his gun away.]

H] Why the peppermint, man? You know what that does to my nose. Were you just trying to sneak around without me knowing? 

[Cecil looked at the bottle, then dropped it.]

C] 26 22 20 12 26 1 16 19 19 13 12 12 19 23 15 8 21 1 22 20 23 8 16 21

H] Are you taking your medicine? Probably not. Let’s….let’s get you back home. Not that bunker, home. 

[Cecil seemed to hesitate, but Han put a hand on his upper arm.]

H] You know you can’t be here. Come on. If you come with me to the station I’ll ask someone to bring you dinner when they come pick you up. Okay?

C] 25 12 8 19 16 1 6 4 8 26 13 22 2 21 11 4 8 21 1 16 21 14

[The older man lowered his head, but followed Han as the guard turned and walked back towards the station - but not before looking around, deciding on the row of spools I was hiding behind, and nodding, jerking his head towards the direction of the gap in the fence.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Once Han and Cecil were out of sight, I ran to the exit. I don’t remember much of the next several minutes - running a roundabout way through the forest, coming to the edge, following that until I found my car. I didn’t allow myself time to decompress. I slammed the keys into the ignition and pulled out onto the highway. 

The tears came just as it started to rain, and I drove until it became difficult to continue. I had gained nothing from this. Nothing but a panic attack and a long-lasting nightmare, a recurring dream with claws, spools of wire, and the scent of peppermint. ]

[vintagelasvegas]

Pioneer Club, 1987

“Famous” was added to the Pioneer Club marquee in '64. There were two signs: one on South 1st St, the other on Fremont. These were identical to the “Famous” script on the Las Vegas Club marquee since the late 50s, though all three signs were of a different size.

In the 2007 a section of South 1st Street at Carson was closed to allow for the expansion of Golden Nugget, leaving South 1st at Fremont a dead end. In 2014 that remaining section of South 1st was filled in with new construction. In the process the signage from Pioneer Club's 1st Street marquee was removed. The “Famous” sign is now on display at the Neon Museum.

Top photo by NicePictures. Below: (1) 9/12/2012 by Flint Foto Factory. (2) 6/4/2014 by Charles G. Haacker. (5) Neon Museum, 2015.

[scavengedluxury]

Refrigerator factory, Jászberény, 1979. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[dandorime]

On a mission deep inside a secret Zoraxis facility...

Reginald: Anything suspicious yet, agent?

Phoenix: Not a damn thing. All these machines are in excellent condition, and there's OSHA-compliant signage and safeguards everywhere... Are you sure this is even a Zoraxis factory?

Suddenly the lights turn on, and a voice booms over the PA system...

???: Good evening, comrade Phoenix.

Phoenix: (◎_◎;) OH SHI-

Reginald: Strange, I don't recognize that voice... This could be a new Zoraxis operative. Be careful, agent! (｡ŏ_ŏ)

Phoenix: Alright, you caught me. Now show yourself! (૭｡•̀ n•́｡ )૭

???: But of course. Since we're not on company time...

With the flourish of a large picket sign, a woman in overalls and a teamsters t-shirt steps out of the shadows onto the catwalk overhead.

???: A pleasure to have you on site, Agent Phoenix.

Phoenix: Who are you?! ಠ_ಠ

???: I am... The Rep.

Phoenix: ...what?!

The Rep: ...The Rep. Union representative. Zoraxis Workers United #73.

Phoenix: ...huh... (°-°?)

The Rep: You need to wear a hard hat at all times on the factory floor, even when the machinery is powered down. It's a contractual obligation. 🫱⛑️

Phoenix: Oh. Uh... Thanks. ⛑️

The Rep: And don't forget to clock your overtime on the puncher in the locker room when you leave.

Phoenix: (•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )Um... Listen. You realize I'm an EOD agent, right? That I don't actually work here...?

The Rep leans in close, placing a hand on Phoenix's shoulder as she does so.

The Rep: And you realize that your shenanigans produce a living wage for close to 10,000 unionized welders, electricians, plumbers, carpenters, stonemasons, miners, and mechanics under Zoraxis Industries, right? (σ-`д･´)

Phoenix: ...oh.（・□・；）

The Rep: *pat pat* Keep it up. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

[chelledoggo]

things i like about the current iteration of Journey Into Imagination:

the factory pomo aesthetic on the signage. makes me feel all nostalgic for stuff like Bill Nye the Science Guy and Disney's One Saturday Morning

Figment's still adorable, even if he's got some extremely dated CGI. i kinda like his rebellious-yet-not-malicious attitude here. makes me think like "oh? you think you can put me in a boring sterile laboratory environment and expect me to behave? think again, lol!"

Dave Goelz honestly does a great job at voicing Figment. it's not exactly the same as Billy Barty, but he still nails the whole "fun-loving and slightly mischievous child" vibe.

even if Eric Idle doesn't remember doing it and probably just sees it as a paycheck, he did seem to put his all into his role, and interacting with the "animated little fucker" (his words, not mine)

Figment's Open House is cool as fuck. (even if it is just a repaint from JIYI). i like how they have the old Imageworks shorts playing on the TV

and of course the final room full of Figments. i saw someone suggest that it was Disney's way of giving the middle finger to their guests. like "ohhhh you want Figment so bad? have a whole room full of him!" and i'm just like "lol are you threatening me with a good time?

obviously it doesn't compare to the original (which sadly i've only seen videos of) and i still hope at some point they do a "definitive remake" of the original (maybe with some modern-day imagineering and technical improvements, but not too much tampering with the story)

buuuuut i still think this one has charm

better than being told "fuck you you have no imagination" and then only getting a 5 second Figment cameo toward the end

[fonttown]

Font name: Ashley Crawford

Origin: Gag Factory within Mickey's Toontown located in Disneyland in Anaheim CA, 2013

Medium: building signage

[girlactionfigure]

🟢 SUN mid-day - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

⭕ SUICIDE DRONE from IRAQ or SYRIA overnight - intercepted.

⭕ SUICIDE DRONE from HEZBOLLAH hit Beit Hille.  Interceptor missed.

⭕ SUICIDE DRONE from HEZBOLLAH at Most Leshem - Rafael defense factory.  Intercepted.

⭕ 4 rounds of HEZBOLLAH SUICIDE DRONES so far today at northern towns.

⭕ 6 rounds of HEZBOLLAH ROCKETS so far today at northern towns.

▪️US WEAPONS.. American political advisor: "Weapons shipments to Israel have returned to the rate before Oct. 7.”  (( If you find that not-informative, so do we. ))

.. Netanyahu: "About four months ago, there was a dramatic drop in the supply of armaments that came from the US to Israel." He added: "In light of what I have heard in the last day, I hope and believe that this issue will reach a solution in the near future."

▪️ROAD CLOSURE THIS WEEK.. The coastal road to the north will be closed tonight, from Sunday to Sunday from 23:00 to 05:00, from the Rabin Interchange to the Poleg Interchange due to work to raise signage bridges.

▪️BUS ATTEMPTS TO RUN OVER VICTORY PROTESTORS.. last night, at a demonstration held this evening in Jerusalem by evacuees from the "Fighting for the North" headquarters, an Egged driver tried to run over the evacuees who blocked the road at the entrance to Jerusalem and burned the flags of Lebanon and Hezbollah.  Security forces removed the protestors, who then set up a protest installation of a tent with the Hezbollah flag and the Lebanese flag and wrote: "This is what is left of our home, we must not lose the north."

▪️HEZBOLLAH THREATENS.. Ashdod port.

▪️PALESTINIAN WORKERS.. were re-admitted to the Samaria town of Immanuel for labor.

▪️MANUFACTURING SHELLS.. company in Sderot wins NIS 210 million contract for artillery and mortar shells for the IDF.

▪️CORONA.. is spreading in Israel, again.  Reports of several elderly hospitalized with severe cases in Haifa.  While most people will just get a “flu” like case, IF you have symptoms please stay home, away from elderly and very young children.  

▪️IDF CAPTURES.. in counter-terror operation, captures wanted terrorist, bomb making materials and NIS 70,000.

▪️PENSION REFORM.. On July 1, the reform of the pension tracks will come into effect. The worker will be able to choose between an active investment that tries to "beat" the indexes and a passive, cheaper (meaning lower fees) investment. How it will work and what you need to do now: Hebrew link - https://calcalist.biz/3XwGq2V

[threecirclingbuzzards]

A quick nap always results in the absolute weirdest dreams

just woke up from one where I stumbled upon an old anime web forum that seemed to have formed a cult that was very similar to the one from serial experiments lain around the show itself in a big meta-way, where I was digging up all kinds of posts regarding how "promising" someone they were observing's watch of the show was, and if they were "isolated enough to raise their a2 levels high enough to access The Magic before they finished the series."

I was doing this digging at a few different recurring locations in my dreams, namely the very large 3-story shopping mall [which had been turned into a crappy convention's venue, the convention being bad because it had barely any panels and basically only had places where sponsors had set up large extra-cost events], the science museum [which I feel important to note is mainly different life-size diorama scenes like a beach with a rocket ship, a machining factory, the depths of the ocean, and a few others, which has a bunch of related scientific gizmos and signage in each room], and the main building of "The School" which is a large campus that exists in my mind.

All of these buildings seem to exist on a small-ish island that exists in my head, a product of collating every important location that has existed in my past, some notably fictional but generally mundane, and, it seems, some wholly fabricated elements.

anyways. yeah. that was weird.