you can never step into the same River Street twice

Rollin' down the River Street

Behold the magnificence which is Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan’s River Street.

Often has it been said that Canadians are too literal-minded; most particularly often it has been said to my face, although there’s nothing about my face in particular or in whole which is literal-minded, and indeed quite often the parts migrate at will or vanish altogether and I’ll end up all ears, ferinstance.

Quite embarrassing, especially when they see me writing down everything they say.

But that is neither here nor there. And it’s certainly not in Moose Jaw, which is not all that far from everyone’s favorite Canadian place name: Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump.

So…have you been to Moose Jaw? Have you seen it? It’s not Paris, let me tell you. So, when the city fathers/mothers/foster parents put their heads together and wanted to do something uniquely Moose Jawian, they quite naturally phoned Germany and brought over artist Edgar Muller and his team to turn River Street into a painting of a river, reportedly the world’s largest 3-dimensional painting.

How proud they must be, eh?

So they not only paved Paradise: they gravened themselves an image of it and now walk all over it.

the 50 best breasts in movie history

Sophia Loren and Jayne Mansfield are bosom buddies

I’m going to be on vacation for the rest of the week, and posting only occasionally if at all, so I sifted the entire internets and came up with something that should keep you occupied (if typing one-handed) till I get back; it’s a video roundup of the best boobs in Hollywood History.

If you think about it, they could do this with mastectomy patients and get twice as much A for each T, and twice as many girls altogether, but Hollywood is strangely deficient in uniboobage, so what can you do? They made the brest of it, I guess.

Your own complaints, commendations, and recommendations in the comment section, pervs. I know I can count on you.

Elizabeth Taylor, cinematic icon, heartbreaker, survivor, nutcase

Queen Elizabeth Taylor

She’s STILL big. It’s the pictures that got small.

You know, that woman may or may not be batshit insane but, given the fact that she literally cannot remember a time when she wasn’t world-famous, and given that she has earned her own way to her place in history, it’s hard to begrudge the old bat her jewels, her antics, her men, her millions, or her attitude. Of course she’s on a star trip: she’s THE star! She is, and always has been, Elizabeth Fucking Taylor.

Which reminds me of something Katherine Hepburn said about … was it Ruth Gordon?…

“Of course the bitch is good in closeups. She invented them!”

guns don’t kill people

Guns don’t kill people

from the WOW report, which I found by doing my daily slog in the salt mines, during which I admire my manicure and listen to loud music and eat snack foods and drink refreshing beverages and get paid to read gossip blogs.

It’s a brutal job, but somebody’s got to do it.

the Trouble with Tribbles, by Edward Gorey

The Gorey Trouble with Tribbles

So, I guess this makes it official: tribbles are a meme. First there was the immortal Star Trek episode (and I’m sorry, but there was only one Star Trek) The Trouble With Tribbles. Then there was the immortal Internet sensation LolTrek. Now, renowned Gothic humourist and illustrator Edward Gorey brings us The Gorey Trouble with Tribbles, as channeled by Shaenon.

Well, they’re a helluva lot more intellectual than lolcats, it must be said.

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