I have to admit something in that below my cool, hip, sleek in-the-know, urban, synonym-using blogger exterior, there lies the real me, the one that looks at signs and thinks, “Damn, that’s obscure, I just don’t get it.” Naturally, once I realize that I’m this uncool, I have to run home and inhale caramels and chocolate while crying myself in to a fitful nap under my security blanket. This is all a long-winded way of asking, “Yes, I know who Freddie Mercury was, but what the hell is this current Kahn & Keville sign about?” There would be a reward for anyone who knew if I actually had anything to give away.