When I heard on NPR this morning that the new Olympic mascots were “one-eyed” creatures intended to celebrate the YouTube generation or some such, I thought, “Somebody’s going to be fired.” The fact that these are glorified plushie surveillance cameras in the most video-monitored city in the world was just too ironic and weird not to be a joke. But now that I’ve seen them, it’s actually worse than I thought. In a classic effort to avoid offending anyone by having an actual carbon-based life form — a dog, a cat, a person, or even a recognizable icon like Big Ben, the Tower of London, or whatever — the Eurocrats behind this decision have spent millions of pounds developing anal probes as the official symbol of the Olympics.
More, including a picture, at The Feed.