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Just starting sailing season here, so this is some good news for the 16 year-old solo sailor. Her parents must have been going crazy.
While I think you've got to be a little nuts to try something like this, I can't lay any blame on the parents for this, since the kid's probably a better sailor than most of us.
A search crew has contacted a 16-year-old California girl feared lost at sea, and she is alive and well, her family says.
A search was launched for Abby Sunderland, who is trying to sail around the world solo, when she triggered her emergency beacons after encountering rough seas in a remote patch of the Indian Ocean.
Searchers aboard a Qantas Airbus A330 spotted the teen's boat Wild Eyes and made contact with her via radio after about 20 hours of silence, family spokesman William Bennett said.
You can view her blog here.
Some good arguments for the Ruger 10/22.
My cats do shit like this all the time. You don't see me filming it.
They did it! They said it was impossible, but now Olivier Laurent, a British photographer, has blogged some test pictures from the first batch of Polaroid film since everything expired last year.
The results? Not good. Overly sensitive, and subject to minute temperature variations? What does this mean? Awesomeness! There's now film for our old Polaroid cameras. The film's just going to get better.
This hands-on preview is based on only one cartridge of the new PX100, and considering instant film's particularities, a positive or negative judgment should be based on more than eight shots. But my initial impressions are that PX100 behaves like a expired pack of 779 or Time-Zero. You're never sure of what you will get. To be fair, Impossible did warn us about this during its press conference yesterday. A slight change in temperature or pressure can ruin or enhance your image.
Or some other euphemism for being gay.
Well, here goes. I really resent the term, but I use it because it's recognized and accepted.
From some seventy years of personal experience, I can tell you that there's not much "gay" about being homosexual. For the first twenty years of my life, I had to live in the shadows, in a culture that was -- at least outwardly -- totally hostile to any hint of that variation of life-style. At no time did I choose to adopt any protective coloration, though; my cultivation of an abundant beard was not at all a deception, but part of my costume as a conjuror.
Gradually, the general attitude that I'd perceived around me began to change, and presently I find that there has emerged a distinctly healthy acceptance of different social styles of living -- except, of course, in cultures that live in constant and abject fear of divine retribution for infractions found in the various Holy Books... In another two decades, I'm confident that young people will find themselves in a vastly improved atmosphere of acceptance.
It's not often you see two guys you know on the front page of the newspaper. Apparently, Michael Walchuk is fighting tomorrow, and he's got a shot at becoming Waterloo Region's first Canadian pro boxing title holder since Fitz Vanderpool in 1996.
After a fling with pro fighting, a discouraged Walchuk walked away from the sport for a couple years.
Then one day, he landed on the doorstep of Keith Vanderpool's youngest brother in Kitchener in search of a trainer.
Longtime friends, Walchuk was once Syd Vanderpool's sparring partner.
"I could've approached him a couple years ago about working together, but Michael wasn't ready," said Syd, a former world middleweight champ.
You know, boxing?
When We Were Kings
Regarded as one of the best boxing documentaries ever made, When We Were Kings follows the story of one of the most famous bouts in boxing history: The Rumble in the Jungle between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman. The story behind the fight is epic. Ali's 32 years old and thought to be past his prime. Foreman is ten years younger and the reigning heavyweight champion of the world. Fight promoter Don King offers the two boxers $5 million a piece to fight each other. Of course, King doesn't have the cash, so he finds a financial backer in Mobutu Sese Seko, the dictator of Zaire. Ali's the underdog in the fight, even his own team doesn't believe he can win. But with his unfaltering confidence and tenacity, Ali comes out on top.
Cats certainly have things about them worth knowing.
Uh-oh. That's why the cat is sneezing.
On Wednesday, the Iowa Department of Public Health reported the first confirmed case of H1N1 in a house pet, a 13-year-old domestic shorthaired cat. The animal likely contracted the virus from its owners, veterinarians say, since two of the three family members living in the cat's household had recently suffered from influenza-like illness. Late last week, when the cat came down with flu-like symptoms -- malaise, loss of appetite
... and which will seem dated next year.
Because who can deal with all the distractions? Warning: kinda stress-inducing.
I guess kids don't have enough to keep them stimulated these days. Some kids in Brandon, Manitoba have been caught doing a kind of 'Fight Club', modeled atter the movie. They got found out when teens started coming home with unexplained bruises and other damage to their bodies. One teen suffered a ruptured spleen, and was close to death. Man. Sure, boxing is cool, and UFC is the latest craze. But to start your own fight club?
A Winnipeg woman says her son is lucky to be alive after being seriously injured in a consensual Fight Club-style scrap in Brandon earlier this month.
Rae Saville said she was disgusted to learn her 19-year-old son Keegan Saville was allegedly part of the club called "Brandon Beat Down" -- a group possibly modelled on the 1999 movie Fight Club starring Brad Pitt.
Maybe the UFC should show a little more of the behind-the-scenes training, and the recovery portion of the fights. These are trained athletes in top physical condition, getting the craaap beaten out of them. Hell, I gently spar with women in my training class, and I still get black eyes. Here, look:
Yup, that's me after getting my eye punched in. Granted, it's only a blood blister, and I didn't notice it until R asked my why I was wearing eye shadow. (And wow, why didn't anyone tell me my nose was so big?)
I do have to agree with the mother here:
"What happened to getting drunk and chasing girls on a Friday night? When did that not become fun?"
Ma'am, there's nothing wrong with that. It has always been fun.
Luckily, baccarat is more my style.
Modern roulette wins are dependent on one of two things. Blind luck of incomprehensible proportions, or systems that are essentially dependent on a player's reliance on the computational utility of Chaos Theory. This is generally considered by most people who have extensive knowledge of math to be a bad idea. Now there is always the trusty Martingale system and its offspring, but that is not so much a winning strategy as a loss minimization strategy. This is also what is called a bad idea.