I love the placement of this poster. Love it, love it.

yes, yes, yes.

To hit this spot I had to climb up on the pipes. It wasn’t super high or difficult or anything, but while I was up there, a mother and child happened to walk by.

The mother asked her child: “Is he Spiderman?”

She then asked me if I was Spiderman. I confirmed that I was indeed Spiderman, and the mother said to her child:


“See? He’s Spiderman. Now you don’t have to see the movie!”

I liked being Spiderman.

You know,

The very first poster I ever wheatpasted up was of Spiderman swinging along, holding a rolled-up poster. I signed it: “Your Friendly Neighborhood Posterchild.” (BTW, the link doesn’t go to the particular poster in question, it got removed right away. All that was left the next morning was the telltale wheatpaste smears and ripped paper bits. [Which looked way better than my poster.] The link goes to another print of the same stencil that was just staple-gunned up.)

With great posters comes great visibility.