Being notorious is not the same as . . .

. . . being famous, but it's better than being anonymous:

Thanks, Chris Muir, and in case anyone in the blogosphere hasn't yet seen the notorious 1990 Speedo:

Photo by Mrs. Other McCain, who is not Irish, but is a saint you should celebrate by hitting the tip jar.

Newbie acoylytes of righteous blog-fu might enjoy "How to Get a Million Hits on Your Blog in Less Than a Year" (this would qualify as 5C), also "The Parable of the Doubting Padwan of Fu," and "How to Hate Feminism (As You Must)."

Uh . . . I've noticed lately the G*o*o*g*l*e A*d*s are rotating in a lot of "Find Sexy Gay Singles" stuff. Irony? Accident? Remember: Life is like a box of chocolates . . .

Little Miss Attila didn't become She Who Must Be Linked because she didn't know how to sling snark:

But, um . . . you might want to swap out those stripes for a solid next time you’re Speedo-shopping.

Did I mention that my college minor was art? And that I am therefore schooled in perspective? ("Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear.") But don't worry, I'm 20 years past my Speedo prime. Mostly I wander around the house nowadays in boxers and black socks.

Moe Lane says Red State has never gotten a Day-by-Day. Erick Erickson in a Speedo?

WOLVERINES!