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Larry Craig and the Village People present: I Am Not Gay!
Rumour has it that Michael Jackson is developing it into a full-length musical, just as soon as he can sign the cast from Kid Nation for the chorus!
via Disembedded
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Read a book (NSFprudishW)
And don’t complain to me about the language. It’s about time someone fucking upgraded (downgraded) Schoolhouse Rock for the 21st Century. Don’t know what Schoolhouse Rock is?
Read a book!
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Have you had one of these days?
I’ve had too many of them.
While it’s true that it’s been some months since I last received an installment of Gimli/Bill slash with a hopeful “Can you give me your thoughts on this?” cover note, it was part four of six, and I employ the use of a mail drop for screening purposes for damn good reason. An angry Bill/Gimli slash writer is not someone I particularly want to face at the best of times, and when I haven’t responded to the last three installments OR when I have, saying exactly what’s on my mind; well, these are not exactly the best of times.
Imagine my surprise when I found a comic which perfectly illustrated my feelings. No need to reply personally to those invariably hand-scrawled tomes; simply return to sender, with this attached.
From Monkey Fluids, via Vicus.
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you can never step into the same River Street twice
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.
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