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BLVD is—make that was—the urban contemporary younger sibling conjoined (they share a wall) with Roq La Rue, Seattle's pop surrealist institution. (Which is, thankfully, staying put.)

The Rainier Valley Post reminded us that the Rainier Avenue Chubby & Tubby building is going to be torn down to make way for—wait for it—a mixed-use residential and retail building. Chubby & Tubby closed a few years ago, and World Vision's been selling school supplies there in the meantime. Want to weigh on on the replacement? Hit the design review meeting tomorrow night at 8.

FACT: The $20 that buys a 2-minute lap dance at Déjà Vu gets you 20 minutes of glassed-in nudity at the Lusty Lady. One quarter keeps a peep show window open for just 15 seconds. (Allegedly. Last time we were there, we weren't scoping out our watch.)

We first heard of Gypsy Dinners a couple of years ago, right here on this very blog. Culinary cloak-and-dagger? Cool!

First things first: Things are seriously awry in this town when a Taco-frickin'-Bell inspires multiple blog requiems when it closes, but Seattle's own Mix Ice Cream slips away into the night with nary a peep.

Example number fourteen of Seattle's trend towards blandness, homogeneity and steady corporate march (wingtipped jackboots) towards complete and total cultural entropy comes today via sporting goods retailer G.I. Joes, or, as they are currently rebranding themselves, "Joes." Mother fucking "Joes?" God dammit. Seattlest loved G.I. Joes. Its mix of urban trail gear and skiing equipment alongside camping, hunting, fishing and outdoor work gear gave us hope that Red and Blue might one day get along. At least it acknowledged that we all occupy the same outdoors. Don't get us wrong, we love REI, but normal people's idea of a weekend getaway doesn't involve $60,000 summits in Asia. G.I. Joes was an outdoor outfitter for normal people. It started as a military surplus store way back whenever, thus the name, but today "Uh, excuse me, where are your bayonets?" is going to get you nothing but a blank stare from staff. Maybe a wave over towards the knives, if you're lucky. It was funny that the place was named G.I. Joes and there wasn't a whiff of military gear. The name didn't make it obvious that it sold outdoor equipment, but you figure it out eventually. "Joe's" sounds like a fucking diner. "G.I.'s" would have been better, even.

Sunday. Usually, a quiet, contemplative day in the Blogosphere. But not here in the Ist-a-Verse. Nonono! Just look below and see all of the wild and crazy stuff our staffs are up to.

One of Seattlest's favorite Christmas presents this year: Clark Humphrey's Vanishing Seattle, a new entry in Arcadia Publishing's Images of America series by retro-Seattle authority Clark Humphrey. We're a Seattle transplant, ourselves, but we've been interested in Seattle history since we decided we wanted to stay here (about a week after we arrived, as we recall), and we quickly noticed that Humphrey was a consistent, articulate voice advocating for that history.