The Game High

Gimme that spatula! I'm back, baby!

If Frank Constanza can overcome his Korean War tragedy involving six hundred pounds of Texas steer and start cooking again, then it's time for this slacker to reinsert himself back into the fray and start posting.

So what happens when you quit your current job, start working for a new employer, see your hours skyrocket, realize you face more corporate internet access restrictions than there are marbles in Ozzie Guillen's left cheek, and then spend a month in Oaxaca, Mexico tracking down a shaman to explore the effects of salvia divinorum?  Ignore that last part.  Well for one, your blog goes to shit. 

Oh, you thought this blog was a full-time gig?  Well, you haven't seen the non-staggering advertising revenue (damn you infernal Google Ads!).

But enough bitching.  The only motivation for having a job is (1) for the money, obviously, and (2) to see how much crap you can get away with without getting canned.  Clearly, I'm woefully underachieving in the latter.  If anyone needs me, I'll be in the can...

Pillow Fight Club

Looking for some live sporting action that doesn't include either of Chicago's baseball teams?  Bored watching illegal dog fights with Michael Vick?  Do you find strip clubs and mud/jell-o wrestling too degrading to the female gender?  Well, look no further!  Joe's Bar in Chicago is now hosting a classy event known as the Pillow Fight Club. 

Four teams...Sixteen scantily clad women...Hilarity...Sex...Violence. Its all here and packaged in a high-energy showcase where the feathers will really fly.

So listen up all you suburban social neophytes.  Take a break from your speed dating, alumni binge drinking, and cornhole league to spend yet another night at Joe's.

Sadly, these fights do not end in female-on-female sex.

One man's 12,000 ft. freefall... and survival... on video

Simply an unbelievable story about a how a man survived a fall from 2.2 miles above Lake Taupo in New Zealand, suffering only a punctured lung and a broken ankle.  The entire event was recorded in chilling detail from the skydiver's tiny helmet cam.

Just 550ft above the ground, he waves goodbye to the world and screams a last message into the camera's microphone, resigned to a horrific death. Moments later comes the sound of the sickening impact - and then blackness.

Here is the video.  This flat out left me speechless.

Everyone imagines how they would react in the face of death.  Or had nightmares about free falling.  But this guy's cool resolve under duress and the clarity with which he recalls his experience is absolutely riveting.

Keeping Warm: Gorilla Suits and Other Outdoor Fashions

Amidst all the Hallmark-holidays we are subjected to, you may have forgotten that today is National Gorilla Suit Day.  Of course, every day is gorilla suit day for the guy who stands in the Loop in downtown Chicago, handing out free passes to Gorilla Gym.  But given the sub-Arctic temperatures and wind chill going around these days, a gorilla suit might be a decent option for keeping warm.  Surely, a pack of gorillas-suited commuters piling onto a CTA red line train, all listening to iPods, would be a site to behold.

And if Gorilla suits aren't your thing, then perhaps a Bear or Colt costume would suit your needs.  Or maybe you just need a fine lady to keep you warm during these winter months.   But a word of caution.   If you find yourself getting intimate with one of these "females", you're about one muscle flex away from having your genitalia horrifically detached.  Not good.