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I think I’m in an unhealthy relationship.
This morning all I said was ‘now honey stop screaming for one second I just want to have a chat about our hobbies’ She crossed the room and ripped my arm off and now there’s blood everywhere. I guess I’ll cancel bowling tonight.
So this morning I hit timezone this had a go at the ‘double mirror paranoia revolution challenge’ on Dance Dance Revolution X3 and it turns out that some jerk was filming me.
Think the same bastard nicked my shoes and my sleeves.
Who’d of thunk ‘marvellous’ would be beyond ‘perfect’
Mountaineer Gaston Rébuffat posing on the arrow of the Pic du Roc (3409 meters) on the bottom of Dent du Géant in the Mont-Blanc.
Photo: Tairraz George
Here’s a French documentary about the climb, Les Horizons Gagnés
(Turn on the French subs and then turn on google translate subs, except for you Pierre because you’re bloody fluent aren’t you)
Check out bad ass Urban wingsuit flying in Rio de Janeiro by Ludovic Woerth & Jokke Sommer.
The last line is one of the better quotes I’ve read this week.
TheParisReview: “Nearly three thousand kilometers of railroad track crisscross the delta lowlands of Bangladesh, connecting Dhaka, the capital, with Chittagong to the southeast and Calcutta to the southwest. The system was built largely by the British and began operations in 1862, more than a hundred years before Bangladesh became an independent nation. Bangladeshi rolling stock now carries more than forty million passengers a year in three ticketed classes: air-conditioned, first, and second—and then there are the passengers who can’t pay. These riders, many of them daily commuters going to and from work, cling to handles, crouch in doorways, perch on the couplings between cars, and climb onto the roof. G. M. B. Akash, who lives in Dhaka, began riding the rails with his camera in 2006. He wanted to draw attention to the danger the stowaways expose themselves to; gruesome accidents are routine for free riders. ‘There is nothing to hold on to,’ Akash said. ‘It is very difficult to keep your feet.’ On a recent ride, Akash spoke to Majed Miya, a carpenter who has traveled on the roof for two decades. Miya said he enjoys riding on the roof: ‘no one really disturbs me there except the fear of death.’”
Wow.
(via earthquake-weather)
This is Steve at his absolute best. What a king.
Hey Melbourne folks, do you reckon that a young Steve Irwin looks like Lexi Standfield?
Bob Munden is the fastest gun in the west.
Could the image of the fastest gun in the west, now a fat guy in red polo shirt, target shooting a golden gun while deliberately obscuring his vision with jewellery, be a metaphor for America’s gun problem?
It’s got to be a metaphor for something.
Check out this reporter-babe seduction instructional video by Evan Longoria.
This technique has proved very hard to pull off on the streets of Melbourne.
So far I have two big lumps on the back of my head and Sandra Sully almost lost an eye the other day.
I’m reverting to my old mentor and pseudo-namesake Frank TJ Mackey
Check out the absolute psychos who raced in the pouring rain at the 2012 Keirin Grand Prix.
Held at Keiokaku Velodrome, in Chōfu, on December 30th. Matthew Sullivan went.
I love the google translation of the caption:
MURAKAMI RIGHTEOUSNESS KEIRIN GRAND PRIX FIRST VICTORY OF EARNEST DESIRE
Someone’s gotta start a band called Murakami Righteousness
Photo: Koichi Saito
These kids are out of control! How badass!
(Turn the subtitles on yo)
By now we all know that Russia is filled with extreme urban freeclimbers whose YouTube videos are liable to give you a panic attack. But this video stands out, partly because it’s well-produced (turn on those subtitles), and mostly because it details one of the most absurd urban climbing plans I’ve ever heard of.
The team of five dudes lay out their mission to climb the Mercury City Tower, which stands 1,112 feet over Moscow. The tower is still under construction, so getting to the top means defeating multiple layers of security and avoiding construction workers that the climbing crew said are more than willing to kick trespassers’ asses. And on top of all that, the crew decided that the top of the tower wasn’t enough–so they set out to climb to the very tip of a construction crane on the tower’s roof, which adds another 100 feet to the climb. And as John Metcalfe at Atlantic Cities notes, that crane is not only wobbly, but in the middle of super thick fog and covered in ice.
It’s an absurd challenge, one that involves hiding on the roof to scale the crane between shift changes, and one that the team’s lawyer was apparently not happy with. (With good reason, as breaking into a high-security construction zone to sneak to the top of the tower is knee-shakingly illegal.) Enjoy the video, as it make for a good tale, and make sure to get to the end.
Best thing about this is there’s not a Red Bull logo in sight, though I’d love them to get a sponsor, Melbourne Bitter would suit.
