This has been my daily reminder to listen to Rage Aginst The Machine more often. Have a nice day.

Huh. So that's what elephant boob looks like.

He sounds like a class act up and down.

Jack Kerouac is an excellent writer and I do like the Beat poetry, but sweet jebus Jack is stuck firmly up his own arse. I read On The Road and would have happily dug up his corpse just to punch it in the face within the first couple of chapters - the early breaking point being his derisive tone of a female…

This is your reminder that my national Olympic broadcaster is better than yours.

Totally subtext free fencing right here.

Meanwhile, fencing!

Does this monster's size have a specific purpose, or did the designer simply look at the blue prints and think "Needs moar plane"?

I must admit, there's something I find specifically alluring about cross-lingual Doing It.

It's pretty much the modern blueprint for accessible, semi-realistic racing games. If you've played a racing game in the last four years, you've played something at least partly inspired by GRID.

Not "secretly" really. It's weirdly fashionable now. I saw one mature university student resplendent in pressed black coat (this was two weeks ago, in a heatwave) proudly displaying 50 Shades in crooked arm against in his chest just in front of a large copy of The Seagull in apparent bid to impress his bubbly female…

What's even going on in that hand ball shot? Are the Wachowski brothers directing the event?

There's something I find fascinating about the bodies of long-distance runners. They're so stretched and sinewy all over, it's like HR Geiger designed them (without the major phallus motif).

I never thought I could get so excited by one running race either. Farah was beautiful. Yes, beautiful was the word.

Jamaican Independence Day is my favourite unmade alien invasion movie.

It's this sort of thing that sometimes makes we wonder if some car designers actually drive for anything more strenuous then the 20 minutes between home, work and their hair plug surgery.

I'm offended on behalf of judo myself. I only studied for a couple of years way back in high school but that's still ample to tell you the point of judo is to disable your opponent without causing injury, bruises or otherwise. It is not "pure, naked, fierce animalistic aggression" it is an innate understanding of the…

*Zing*

Word. There's nothing wrong with finding a person who's spent years honing their body attractive, in fact you'd be crazy not to. But there's a difference between finding a person attractive and finding only their butt/groin/chest attractive without even acknowledging the whole person with a face, name & mind that…

I heartily recommend you go sift through some fanfiction instead. I don't mean that as a snark, fanfiction is a fine subculture & genre with much to offer and from what I've read of it 50 Shades isn't one of it's better examples.