One of These Things is Not Like the Other

Monday, September 18, 2006 | comments (4)
I've always been intrigued by bathroom graffiti. Something about the written word in this context speaks to my bent for the absurd, the cold communal playfulness of pop art, the entirely not serious, anti-art. In the men's bathroom at Tryst in Adams Morgan, a game of graffiti has been unfolding in the tiny space between the wall tiles for some time. I call it a 'game' because there are elements of a game in it: play, one-upmanship, an adherence to a loose framework of rules and conventions.

The game works like this: the player writes a title, phrase, or saying on the grout, and substitutes a key part of that title, phrase, or saying with the word 'grout.' Here are some examples:
  • The Grout Wall of China
  • Self-groutification
  • The Grout Gatsby
  • No grout about it
  • Grout Expectations
  • Instant groutification
The rules of the game are fairly easy to discern from the pattern: the substitution must occur on a word that either begins with 'gr' - such as 'great' or 'gratification' - or it can occur on a word that rhymes with 'out' - such as 'doubt.' So 'Grout Ol' Opery' might work, for example. Or, 'sauergrout.' Points are scored based on inventiveness. Got it? Fairly straight-forward, right?

As with any game, there are winners and losers. Some people catch on quickly, and others may miss the point entirely.

It is scrawled in black ink, directly to the left, a little below eye level of any 6-foot-1-inch-tall individual who might be standing at the toilet - this heroic attempt: When Harry Met Grout.

What? No, no, no! 'Sally' and 'Grout?' That's not it, man. What were you thinking? Clearly, you did not pick up on the rules from the many textual clues set before you.

Sorry, buddy. You lose. Not only that, you are banned from all future play.

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sounds like that must have been written by someone *i* work with! ;-)

his logic makes the puppy sad. :-(

Posted by sparkle on Sep 18, 2006 at 3:38:12 PM
I can always count on you to make me laugh. Must be all those "let's waff, Aunt Jackie" from your youth!!

Posted by Jackie on Sep 19, 2006 at 11:21:22 AM
I like When Harry Met Grout. It must be a post-modern take on the strict rules of the game. Yeah? Or the person is very, very stupid. Either way, I'm extremely groutified.

Posted by Mick on Sep 19, 2006 at 6:01:08 PM
Nice. :-)

Posted by Rothko on Sep 20, 2006 at 9:38:07 AM

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