So yeah, this sport is pretty F’ing crazy. It’s called chess-boxing, and you can win either by checkmate or by knockout. Remind me never to sign up for this as I suck at boxing and chess equally. Thanks for the link Skitzzo.
"Two competitors face each other in 11 alternating rounds, six of chess,
five of boxing. A bout begins with chess, which is played on a board
placed directly in the middle of the ring. Each round of chess lasts
four minutes. After each chess round, the bell sounds, and workmen
remove the chessboard for a two-minute round of boxing, the gloves go
back on, the punching recommences. Participants win by way of knockout,
checkmate, referee’s decision…"
Here’s a pretty neat gadget for all you wannabe spys out there. This thing is a reverse peep hole viewer. Just put it over someone’s peephole, and you can view IN to their house. I would guess these are also big sellers for all the peeping tom’s as well. On top of that it only costs $88.
Ever wonder what a day in the life of Mario would be like?
This must be SUPER old, because I remember my teacher reading this to me in 7th grade.
University Application
This is an actual essay written by a college applicant.
The author, Hugh Gallagher, now attends NYU.
ESSAY: IN ORDER FOR THE ADMISSIONS STAFF OF OUR COLLEGE TO GET TO KNOW YOU, THE APPLICANT, BETTER, WE ASK THAT YOU ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTION: ARE THERE ANY SIGNIFICANT EXPERIENCES YOU HAVE HAD, OR ACCOMPLISHMENTS YOU HAVE REALIZED, THAT HAVE HELPED TO DEFINE YOU AS A PERSON?
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
But I have not yet gone to college.
Thanks skitzz for the link!
In spirit of the word cup I decided to make a soccer related post. Sports Illustrated just created a photo gallery titled ‘Soccer Wives & Girlfriends’ … I don’t know much about international soccer (football), but just like American athletes, they all seem to ha
Wow, a sitting segway - Now you don’t even have to fuc*ing stand up … this is the ultimate lazy man’s transportation. I like the picture on the website where the dude is riding it on the beach. I think it’s just an attachment for the regular segway because it only costs around 750. Either way I bet you could get hammered, and ride this th
Um….. you be the judge. (It’s amazing how editing can make someone who can’t sing, sound at least decent…. remember her happy birthday video? ).. on a lighter note, at least there was a nip slip in the making.
We all know by now what happens when you mix Mentos with Coke - you get a geyser. Well these mad scientists take it to the whole next level. They use about 200 liters of Diet Coke and over 500 Mentos to create an insane show that’s very similar to the one at the Bellagio in Las Vegas.
Anyone wanna see some pictures of a kangaroo getting eaten by a boa constrictor? Well, here ya go.
