I’ve moved the weekly roundup to Wednesdays, mainly so that my Sunday photos can sit up top for a few days. Seven items delivered by 7PM:

• Deep Glamour reacts to the FTC disclosure rules, which prompts me to put up my own policies page. (Found from Dustbury.)
• Venomous Kate encounters an incontinent, obese woman.
• Inside Charm City, published by my friend Jeff Quinton, has been on top of a sex-toy event in UMCP that goes beyond the basics of safe sex and use.
• James Joyner responds to Paul Krugman, on the politics of spite.
• A fifteen-year-old British girl appears before parliament and rightfully lambastes Gordon Brown. Conservatives for Palin, however, forgot to note that our fifteen-year-old children are fat, lazy, and preoccupied with video games, feel-good activties, and singing praises to Barry Oh, so they don’t care.
• The City That Breeds reviews Mo’s Seafood, and has a nasty encounter with some raw clams.
• “Do you have any idea who I am? I can let you slit my throat and not blink an eye.” The Anchoress quotes a story and reflects on Barry Oh’s seeming desire to just tell the American people, “don’t you know who I am?”