Heard of contact juggling? Its what they call juggling without the items losing contact with the body. Like the crystal balls in Labyrinth.

This guy is a master at it, the video is regular juggling, but great to watch.

Watch this video, ignore the weird medicine ball stuff and watch the juggling.

A-fecking-mazing eh? The guy is Michael Moschen. You almost want to believe its an act of prestidigitation, but no its real.

Imagine what he could do on a pinball machine...

Amazing photo

Hard to believe its real...

Great quote 'Ah, the internet, that magnificent bastard'

From here

Ok, here's a question. Why is it when women ( I'm sure its not always women, but my recent experiences have involved women ) don't understand the concept of having their metcard ready before they get to the ticket barriers? And this happens in rush hour, women walk up to the machine, then stop as if surprised by the circumstances they find themselves in and then proceed to rummage around in their handbags for the ticket!

Argggghh!

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard`s intoxicated craze
Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born
I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleh! to me, I am not known


A Poem written by Bulla Shah

Prison break seems to be on hiatus.

Hiatus, I don't have much love for this word. Probably because it seems to have medical as well as horticultural undertones. Still what is the name for the feeling of complete disregard you get when the television stations mutilate schedules with the utmost contempt for the viewing public?

It's all gonna be about the torrents baby, it's all about the torrents.

Those Trappist monks really kick Beer making ass.

You just can not go past a Chimay Blue, weighing in at 9% a/v, a fantastic example of the amber nectar.

Something else that pisses me off.

People who get upset when someone burns the Australian flag.

Can anyone in the class see whats wrong here?

Fuck, my Grandfathers fought in the WWII, I had nothing but love, respect and admiration for their courage and sacrifice. BUT... YOU. CAN. NOT. IMPOSE. YOUR. OWN. FEELINGS. AND .BELIEFS. ON. OTHERS., NO MATTER HOW "RIGHT" THEY SEEM TO YOU.

The world will remain fucked up until people embrace the true meaning of "live and let live"

What is it about huge multinational pharmaceutical companies that makes them think the general public is congenitally stupid?

Case in point, the current flock of herpes treatment advertisements.

Nothing, I mean nothing makes a drug company happier ( yes I do understand that a human emotion can not be attributed to a non living entity, its a figure of speech ok ) than reoccurring product purchases.

This world sux sometimes.

PS. And no I dont have herpes. Not even cold sores :-)

Hmm, I've noticed most of my recent posts have been sort of down.

So in the interests of a balanced blog, I'm recommending a great TV show, Entourage.

It's Bloody brilliant! I'm laughing more watching this than I have since 'The Office' ( Original Brit version ) and 'Little Britain'.

Cmon, Lets hug it out

This little innocent boy was probably killed by his mothers de-facto husband.

One little boy is born into white trash, unloved, abused and eventually killed after having his arm broken. Probably in an act of reptilian self preservation.

Other children are born to parents who love them, still other parents are destined never to have children of their own to love.

What sense can we make of such a fate? No sense at all.