My new Favorite Sport

Very well. Of All Sports I have definitely come to find this one the most... Intriguing. According to the rules, it's a mixture of football [soccer], volleyball, capoeira, jumping from inflated things and a trampoline. Extremely Dangerous I'll say!! Can you imagine how easily it may be to break a neck doing a 740-Method McTwist skateboard-alike, capoeira-style, kick? Death for sure!!!
But... at least this is an exciting sport! Nothing of the barely-warm A-league games I've been watching. And watching this sport surely beats talking about politics - which this week is a gloomy, dreadful topic.
All I hear is about the super-salaries of $24,000-plus and we are here trying to plug financial loopholes for Christmas Season. It's this and the oh-so-lame talk about Social Security Pension debt, where these assheads politicians can't even do math.
But let's get back to the game.
The aim of Bossaball is for each team to ground the ball on the opponent's field. In order to do so each team may have physical contact with the ball at most 8 times, and in the meantime the trampoline jumper should prepare to strike a spetacular *claps of excitement* smash.
Now we just wonder... how to keep standing up on inflatable floor swinging to the rhythm of the Bossa and... there is more: they can touch the ball only once with their hands, and twice with their feet or head.

I have a stupid shower accident last week which caused me to have a semi-paralyzed right shoulder, but the upside was the doctor prescribed me some interesting medications which info said, "adverse reactions may include visual reactions such as hallucinations". Now their public! I just picture myself being a bossaball player... And believe me I was HORRIBLE at high school. I was so bad at ball sports I managed to convince the Phys. Ed. Teacher to have a separate class of gym. The only sport I was good at was Handball but - uh oh - I was kicked out of the championship for excessive violence in court. Dunno how that came to pass.

So, I suggest we request Bossaball to be the new official sport in This Country, since soccer is deadly boring now and there is no sign of promising stars next season. At least if no scores are made, we can still party at the Beach Rave on the side.

Sponge Bob plays System of a Down

Este vídeo honrará o título deste Blog: It's my Public Hallucinations!


Damned copyrights! - youtube disabled this video claiming there was copyright infringement... yea.. as if SOMETHING on the internet nowaways wasn't doing that...

When I die.

ou, ejaculação precoce é como o Brasileirão Série A.

Sim, estou feliz que meu time ganhou o campeonato duas rodadas antes do final. Mas também não estou. Assim, que se preze a harmonia e a estabilidade de um time em pontos corridos, e não tenho dúvidas que é um campeonato mais justo que o de chaves. Mas... onde está a Emoção?
Aliás, eu assisti o jogo na TV e como sempre o rádio estava muito mais empolgante. Além disso, assistir meu amigo fazer salada também estava mais empolgante. Ah, sabemos que Futebol Arte morreu faz tempo, agora it's business baby, mas também não precisa esculachar.
Agora, se antes eu falava que o SPFC era marido broxa, agora eu falo que tem ejaculação precoce. Antes era marido broxa porque toda vez que estava chegando lá alguma merda acontecia e não chegava lá. Agora chegou lá antes da hora. Será que eu reclamo demais? Deve ser porque sou mulher.
Mas então, o que fazer para satisfazer uma torcedora tão exigente [ou chata]? Que tal, for starters, FINGIR melhores orgasmos? Eu assisti, por acaso, o jogo do Atlético-MG com o São Raimundo no Friday's [numa terça-feira de tremendo tédio quando pensei que era quarta e fui encontrar a única loira que eu gosto de verdade] e pensei, "poxa, eles parecem gostar disso!" Aí ouço, "Mas Série B é assim mesmo, eles querem voltar pra A, dão tudo de si." [o que me lembra o jogador dizendo, "nós demos tudo de si" ...]
Bebi, pensei. Tenho a solução para os problemas de ereção do Futebol Brasileiro: acabar com a Série A. Isso mesmo!! Então todo mundo luta para chegar lá, e quando chega ganha os mesmos preminhos e bichos e fanfarras, MAS, volta pra série C.
Ué, mas qual será o incentivo pra chegar na Série A? O mesmo que existe agora, o prestígio. Os Estrangeiros.
Já que não dá pra se livrar dessa propina desleal que são as ofertas internacionais para nossos craques [err], então que eles sejam incentivados a jogar no estilo palmatória. Se não funcionar, então que fiquem que castigo ajoelhados no milho, se bem que o preparador físico não vai gostar.
Mas pelo menos vai ser mais EMO-cionante - ver o neguinho chorando porque ficou de castigo.

Lula, Bush, "The Big Brazilian" soccer season and the NFL

or, How mankind is reduced to beings more ghoulish than swine.

I have been saying for a long time now how our president Mr. Squidward Tentacles is no mere puppet. Those tentacles had turned him into a freaky monstrous king of rats and his term is the pied piper himself.
Oh yea we love to look out and point at the Great USA and lay all the Blame of Evil on Mr. Bush, Jr. There is no shadow of a doubt he reigns in a kingdom of blind evil, but my household's roof is shattered.
Fear and Loathing, I'll say! When I read Saddam Hussein was condemned to death by Hanging. Oh yea he did do monstrous, HIDEOUS things! Absolutely unforgivable! But then, WHO hasn't done hideous things? No, I am not suggesting he shouldn't die. He must die! It's the medieval circus that bothers me. And listen, I am 110% in favor of capital punishment. But it is in my perception the scum of this Earth should be cast away in silence. This "event" brings to surface some sort of savagery which we, the well-informed modern society should loathe.
It is my sense that sooner or before all sorts of atrocities will be televised for the sake of revenge. So be it. I am constantly asked, "But what about if your son were raped?" - yea, it's easy to get to the nerve of a mother when the topic is the fuckin' pedophiles - "Well I would kill the muthafucker with no remorse and with all the sadism I am due to withdraw from beneath. But hey, I don't want a crowd.
It's disgusting how humans jack off on freak shows. Well, Bush and Saddam are each getting what they deserve.
The families of soldiers lost in a War that feels like 99 overtimes without one single score have opened their eyes and ears and now begin to grasp what deceitful speech is the words that come out of bush-a-boy-redneck-king. Justice at last for the thousands of Iraqi families who have been struggling through misery and disgrace, from conqueror to conqueror... feels like 99 overtimes without one single score.
But what about Brazil? WHAT Gloomy mischievous fate awaits us?
Four more years. In Brazil, for the working class, it is like doing time. It is like mandatory heavy duty labor where the greedy bloodsucking vampire dogs bathe in the milk of the tits of intolerable taxes, draining the soul of a feeble middle class, turning the poor into [happy] peasants [who own magnificent debit "beggar-cards"] and withdrawing riches to Neverland.
What happened to the dossiegate? Was I the ONLY one to compare Lula to Nixon? No I wasn't. That disgusting borgoise magazine what pollutes hundreds of households in Brazil, aka Veja, finally did something productive and pointed out the similarities between Watergate and Lulagate.
Mas a permissividade da sociedade Brasileira já é tamanha que qualquer putaria escapará impune. There are no limits to corruption and therefore, the whores of politics have finally copulated with one another and now shall bear a loathsome child - a byproduct of siphillis and some other hideous deteriorating disease. And this disease will take over the Congress and the Senate and will stain our water and smog our air.
But behold! Brazil is the land of the Future. Always Future. I shall not dwell on the now, for who knows, MY TEAM will win the Brasileirão this year. And Timão will be the champion too, of the future: segundona 2008.

2008, a creepy year where the Republicans may win again in America - and if Doctor Hunter Thompson were alive he would grin and groan Fear and Loathing! For They are more stupid that I had foreseen back when Al Gore lost in the first term!
2008, a creepy year for Brazil. Police what to identify every internet user, NOTHING has been done regarding the prision system - and they keep filling it up to the brim - and priorities are more rotten the 6-month-old apples in the Sun.
2008, a creepy year for this planet, where hangman's jury shall rejoice in a ludicrous demented panis et circus...
But worry not, Eu acho que dessa vez o Tricolor não será marido broxa.

Author's Note: I got really inspired after reading the first whole section of Hey Rube, by HST.