Shakesville has this amazing photo of the Olympic torch and the full moon.
And from the comments: International Table Tennis Federation vice president Claude Bergeret, miffed with the lack of popularity of his sport, proposes a solution:
“We are trying to push the players to use skirts and also nicer shirts, not the shirts that are made for men, but ones with more curves.”
I’ve enjoyed this post from The Mind of Geneveive on the (Anglospheric) history of women’s trousers, going back to Amelia Bloomer.
“Forty years of wankitude”, by Sweet Machine at Shapely Prose, takes a peek at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, then and now.
It’s instructive to look at this kind of image not because there was a golden era of wank fodder which was somehow okay and empowering; there clearly wasn’t, and the swimsuit issue is a grossly overcelebrated tradition of straight-up objectification. But in a visual culture that depends on the assumption that women’s bodies are available for men’s pleasure at all times, it’s striking to see the continuities and changes in the images that work to explicitly reinforce that assumption. Vanishingly few women look like the model in the 1965 cover; no one looks like the woman in the 2008 cover, including the model herself.
This bus stop swing at Neatorama made me smile, but WTF is with the first comment?
And lastly, also via Neatorama, a chap in Wolverhampton has built a rather nice full-size Dalek around his wheelchair.