Crappy Olympic fashions from around the globe. (Spain wins.)

It’s the middle of the night in Howdygramland and I can’t sleep again. Same reason as last time — neuropathy — except tonight my hands and feet feel like they’re on fire from the inside (a very weird sensation) and I’m also having an issue with a very ugly and itchy rash between two fingers on my right hand. Therefore, as long as I’m sitting here like a zombie I decided to write a post so the night won’t be a total loss. I’m hoping I’ll be able to get to bed before thunderstorms start rolling in here around 3 a.m. (I didn’t know we were expecting any storms until 15 minutes ago. Surprise!)

For your possible interest I’d like to share some meaningful Olympics crapola. First, here are a couple of photos of Australia’s star swimmer Leisel Jones, who’s apparently packed on some serious pounds leading up the London Games. The Australian Olympic committee is pissed that local reporters are commenting on Leisel’s size even though it’s pretty clear to damn near everybody that she’s not in great shape for a competitive swimmer. (Maybe she’ll switch to wrestling when she gets to London.)

And now for a preview of some curious Olympic uniforms from around the globe in case you don’t plan to watch tonight’s opening ceremonies. I think the worst of the bunch are Spain’s  because their athletes look like FOOD COURT EMPLOYEES. This outfit is so thoroughly stupid that I’m almost speechless.

Here are three more, representing a variety of additional crappy Olympic fashions from China, Great Britain and the Ukraine.

All of these are pretty bad, but I guess I’m most confused by those purple outfits on Great Britain’s medal presenters and “escorts.” The women are wearing tight purple polyester dresses with random zippers and flying strips of orange toilet paper; the men look like gay airline stewards. And is there any kind of explanation for that pointy Judy Jetson hat?

Weather.com just rescheduled our incoming thunderstorms an extra hour to 4 a.m. with an 80% chance of severe weather by 7. Knowing their general track record I’d be willing to bet we never see any severe weather at all. Or any rain, either. In the meantime this might be an ideal opportunity to go back to bed since I have a haircut appointment at 10 a.m. and it’s always a good idea not to nod off in the chair. (I’ve actually done this.) Thanks for stopping by and please turn off the light on your way out.