Let Your Fingers Do The Ogling

Courtesy of teh Library of Congress, it's Playboy in Braille.

There is a Jack Aubrey-like association of thoughts about useful ambidexterity, speed-reading and "If you'd listened to your mother in the first place, you wouldn't even need this!" that's floating around just out of my reach, but I just can't quite formulate the joke.

Yips! to Kevin D. Williamson at NRO's Media Blog.

UPDATE: This reminds me of the FCC's ill-fated foray into mandating "video description" for television programming (i.e., television for the blind), something that it was messing about with back in the day when I was still practicing communications law. (After much regulatory back-and-forth, The DC Court of Appeals eventually threw the whole thing out as well beyond the FCC's statutory powers.)

I forget the exact details of who would have been required to provide such service and for how much or what kind of programming, but I can't help wondering how an outfit like the Spice Channel would have dealt with it:

Tawny: Dr. Ron! Dr. Ron! It hurts when I do this!

Voice-Over: Tawny raises her arm awkwardly.

Dr. Ron: Then don't do that!

Tawny: Then what can I do?

Dr. Ron: Let's find out!

Voice-Over: Tawny now smiles at Dr. Ron provocatively. She's walking up to him....She's slipping off her patient gown. Whoa! Boutros Boutros-Ghali! Uh, oh....Dr. Ron's dropping his lab coat.....Mmmm - Is that a thermometer in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

The imagination boggles.