Testicle Ear Pops Like Grape | James Thompson’s Cauliflower Ear (pic)
8:03 pm EDT, Jun 2, 2008
This is a post-fight ear picture, after Kimbo Slice punched in head-on and busted it wide open. Don’t forget to vote in our Poll (left column of the site) regarding your opinion on James “Colossus” Thompson’s ghastly ear!
This was the most disgusting thing I have seen. A bunch of us were watching the fight when Kimbo punched Thompson's ball-like ear, and it POPPED, and then what appeared to be a chunk of cartiledge fell out onto the mat. One girl ran out of the room puking. It was awesome.
California Surfing - Report, Video Clips, Pics, and More
5:02 am EDT, May 21, 2008
Some days are bad. Some are great. You can read about mine here. I've been surfing here in Northern (or "Central" for you absolutists) California for twelve years. I now live in Pacifica, just south of San Francisco. The site focus is San Franciso Bay Area but includes other areas as well. Check out my pictures, videos, and blog.
You will also find articles on gear and vacations with some of my recommendations. The fitness section has an exercise routine that helps me catch more waves. If you're really bored you can download some wallpaper and stare at it at work.
KERS is particularly exciting for us regular car drivers because the creators have claimed that it is twice as efficient as a standard hybrid system. If this system can be applied to production vehicles, it will be possible to realize huge improvements in fuel economy and pretty respectable reductions in GHG emissions.
Destinations - Florianopolis, Brazil - SURF Magazine
4:31 pm EST, Dec 13, 2007
Where: Florianopolis is in the southern part of Brazil, nearly five hundred miles south of Rio de Janeiro. For the geographically challenged, Brazil is in the southern hemisphere, which means when you flush a toilet, the water flows down clockwise.
What: With the exception of Campeche, a rock-bottom pointbreak, most of the breaks are sand-bottom and forgiving. The beaches are long and wide, providing ample opportunity to find yourself a nice little peak with few other surfers around.
When: With south swells marching up from Antarctica, May and June offer your best chance for overhead surf in the region. The water temperature at this time of year averages 68 degrees. During the months of January and February, the waves are smaller, but the water hovers around a toasty 77 degrees. Generally speaking, the surf is best from April through October.
A three-fin design created by Infinity through a rethinking of the function, size and positioning of the fins. Realizing that you turn a board on the rail, We put the biggest fins on the rail and clustered (aligned) all three fins, focusing them at the pivot point of each rail. The V - bottom gives the board “power steering”. The Cluster makes every other board feel unresponsive.
Floater: We match floatation to your weight and ability in the above models. Not everyone is a light, young surfer: yet big or "matured" guys deserve the best in our shapes with enough thickness.
Surfboards for fat men. I'm going to Hawaii on my honeymoon... twice this year. Thinking of getting one of these and making regular trips to Cocoa Beach/Flagler FL/LA/San Diego/Oahu.
Hey Decius, wanna split a board? These things are like $900.
The Pedal-to-the-Metal, Totally Illegal, Cross-Country Sprint for Glory
12:39 am EST, Nov 26, 2007
After 7,700 miles and three attempts to cross the country at warp speed, Captain Roy has experienced something like a Maher mindmeld. As in any marathon, exhaustion and fear make quitting seem smart. You can say you tried, blame the weather, and find a hotel. But breaking a record — any record — takes something more, something personal. Right now, it will take everything. There's no room left for strategy. Roy simply has to hit it hard.
The radar is crazy with bleep! and blatt!, the spreadsheets litter the cockpit like dirty floor mats, but Roy hits it anyway. He doesn't need charts anymore. He is the chart, and Excel and Google Earth and Garmin MapSource and something more, too, a guy with something to prove.
He passes a minivan in the carpool lane at 102 mph and merges onto California's I-10 headed into Los Angeles with blocks of lit towers to the right and oncoming halogens kaleidoscoping his bleary corneas. But Roy sees only the road ahead and the best path through it, the racing line that shaves fat off the hips of the curves as he apexes them at 100 mph, now 117 past Crenshaw Boulevard, La Brea Avenue at 115. The curve and acceleration is a physical sensation in the gut, and now the city is 10 miles out, now 8, and the turbos spool up and kick and Maher says, "Cop! No — taxi!" while Roy hits 117 past Cloverfield Boulevard, peels off on the exit to a light gone green, the next one green — one, two, three more — through the gate of the Santa Monica Pier, where wooden planks rattle beneath the car. The curve and acceleration is a physical sensation in the gut, and now the city is 10 miles out, now 8, and Maher says, "Cop! No — taxi!" while Roy hits 117 past Cloverfield Boulevard, peels off on the exit to a light gone green, the next one green — one, two, three more — through the gate of the Santa Monica Pier, where wooden planks rattle beneath the car. 1
This is one of the best articles I've read in a while.