I took a walk north on my street this evening. Along the way I passed a man staring at me through a 7-foot tall iron fence. He was in his mid 70s, smoking a cigarette, his head was slumped, he was missing a leg and sitting in a wheelchair. Behind him, the yard  was dotted by dozens more people just like this guy. I bet this picture wasn’t included in the brochure for “Leisure World”.

Eamonn Butler is the head of the Adam Smith Institute – a free-market think-tank.

But I’d not be surprised to hear that the Dignitas marketing folk were keen to retain his services.

I say this because, ever since I started reading this:

I’ve been increasingly curious about their services.

It’s an unceasing catalogue of the things that Gordon Brown and his coterie of bastards has done to our country.

Oh sure, there’s not much in there that you couldn’t find on most libertarian blogs, but the sheer scale of their destruction wrought upon the fabric of our economy, society, liberty, privacy, justice system and democratic protections is breath-taking.

I may, in fact, never finish this book, because I decide that I want to live. On the other hand, I may neck a fistful of vallium and get it over with. The book, I mean.

AJ

These pictures are worth the price of admission.  Without getting complicated there is an online community Simon has a strong grudge against its members — if you want more details then that email me.  He posed for these pictures at the request of a girl and wrote her screen name all over his body and even got himself off for her.  After that the same girl became a member of the community he can’t stand the members of and then he regretted ever taking these because there is now pictures of him getting off at the request of one of the members of that community.  Since then he has shared these only very limited — and especially not the ones his face is visible — but here is the full set.

In the dictionary under 'pwned' you will find this picture.

Tory claims that schools with links to a radical Islamic group received money from an anti-extremism fund are false, says Ed Balls…. From BBC News. Full story

This site may contain information about: teachers. For a different topic see recipes for cabbage. The blog is also related to: oregon teach.

Just small discovery in this area showed me several cool web sites, which I hope you liked very much, cause there you will be able to learn everything about juggling!

Bella always had an unique relationship wit her daughter. They were more friends than mother and daughter.  So it was really no surprise when she received the most unusual wedding gift–porn.

Bella shook her head and almost fell into hysterics about seeing the vintage Lust of Blackula porn.  She didn’t know whether to toss the DVD in the garbage or continue in her fits of laughter.  But she knew Maria was going to ask if she watched the porn at some point.  Wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, Bella figured she might as well keep the god-forsaken gift. It could’ve been worse. Little did Maria know the DVD created an unforgettable evening with Bella and her new husband. There was nothing hotter than fucking doggystyle on the kitchen counter…

Despite what people liked to argue and discuss, there is only one goal people have in mind when they watch porn: getting off and getting off quickly. No one watches it for the dialogue, wardrobe (or lack thereof) and no one gives a damn about the plot. But Bella wasn’t your typical porn voyeur, oh no. she only watched the classic porn that had a storyline that justified the fucking. She was the atypical porn viewer. Maria thought she was just plain weird. It’s one thing to know your mother was into porn; it’s a different can of worms to know she’s into a certain type. Maria felt silly thinking all porn was the same.

Bella stared at the DVD for an additional minute and quickly took it out. She might as well get some use of it, she thought. If there were corny porn movies, Lust of Blackula was definitely the crème de la crème of them all. The acting was nothing short of atrocious and Bella was pretty sure there was no storyline. But as she watched the cheesy porn video, Bella discovered something about the porn that wasn’t so bad—the fucking. The women were beautiful and had delicious snatches. The men were hung and had thick cocks. And the sex scenes were off the chain. Lots and lots of close up of hard cocks moving inside of tight and wet pussies. Bella already decided she was going to employ one particular scene over dinner.

Dimitri came home to an amorous setting. Candles were lit. Incense burned. Champagne was chilled. He turned a corner to find Bella on the kitchen counter wearing a lace teddy and thigh-high stockings, casually sipping champagne. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said seductively.

Dimitri didn’t have to ask what she meant before his clothes were on the floor. He stood in between her soft thighs and watched her as she fed him a strawberry. “Wanna do me on the counter?” She whispered.

Bella pushed Dimitri away and moved her legs to the counter. She got down on all fours and spread her legs so they were parallel to her arms. She then turned around and winked to her husband. “Are you going to fuck me or do I have to get off by myself?”

Dimitri didn’t have to wait to get his cock hard before he mounted the counter. He kneeled behind his wife and slid his cock inside her tight pussy. He didn’t wait for her to adjust to his size as he began fucking her in a furious rhythm. His balls slapped her pussy lips, making them glisten with her juices. Dimitri then reached over and tickled Bella’s clit with a free hand. Bella tried to keep her orgasm under wraps but her body wouldn’t let her. She began to shake and was finding it hard to keep her grip on the counter. She erupted in a soft cry as her body orgasmed, cumming all oer her husband’s cock. Dimitri sped up his pace faster and pulled out, shooting his load on the small of Bella’s back.

Coming down from their high, the couple washed up and ordered pizza for dinner. Bella casually mentioned to Dimitri that she needed to thank her daughter for the wedding gift. He agreed.

Ramesh, by brother-in-law, the gym instructor was ogling me lustfully and was speaking with the typical double entendres. When I asked what he wanted he told that he wanted milk. When I asked what he will give back if I give milk, he said I can have plantain or ice-cream whichever way I see.

This kind of teasing and laughing was going on and I was in a semi-drugged state and desperately needed a fuck. He seem to understand this and didn’t make any move and deliberately teased me. He said he wanted to take bath first and then lunch. If I want I can help him in his bath. I said ok and I will help him in his bath.

He asked me to apply oil first in his body and then for the bath. So I took a good amount of gingely oil from kitchen and started applying in his body. He was in in his lungi, he got up, dropped his lungi and sat in a stool with just his briefs on. The briefs showed his shapely manhood in full size. I was shamelessly watching it and asked him to be comfortable.

Ramesh was sitting in a stool with just his briefs. I was wearing a nighty with nothing inside. I stood in front of Ramesh and started applying oil in his hair. My boobs was dangling in front of his face and my legs are in-between his spread-out legs touching his thighs. He started enjoying this and without any qualms he pressed my butts with both his hands and started squeezing it.

At the same time he was smooching my breasts with his face and started nibbling my nipples. This continued for some time with both of us enjoying the movements. I started moving the oil massage to his neck and further below his bare back by bending over his face. This made my breasts fully press his face and he didn’t mind it.

At the same time his hands which was pressing my butts over my nighty moved to my heels and moved inside. He was feeling all over my legs, thighs and then pressed my butts again. Only difference is his hands are now inside the nighty and he started fingering the cracks. I could not stand the sensation when his finger entered my asshole crack and stopped applying oil.

He asked what happened, I just moaned. He asked me to stand erect and me, who was leaning against his face, lifted myself and stood before him. Simply he removed the top buttons of my nighty and lifted the same from my toes over my head. In a matter of seconds I was standing naked in front of him. He started kneading my breasts and I was moaning.

And I was just name sake massaging his head and neck. As I told earlier, he was sitting in a stool with his leags apart and I was standing (now naked) within his legs. He now spread my legs and started moving one of hands over my cunt. He pressed my cunt with his whole hand and squeezed it.

Then without any warning he shoved two fingers inside my cunt and started fingering vigorously. I could not withstand the pleasure and pain together and was squirming. I started bending a little and kissed his mouth passionately and wildly. Its all wild and with animal passion. I was hissing and moaning and moving my hand frantically over his back,

he was expertly fingering my cunt with one hand and squeezing my breasts with the other hand. This wild fingering went for sometime and I had to remove his hand as I could no longer stand it. He made me kneel down in front of me. As an obedient slave I just kneeled in front of him. Mr breasts were heavy with the nipples protruding and I was dipping wet in the cunt.

Not sure whether I came or not but it was watery. I was in front of a six pack body with all its glory. Without any cue I started sucking his nipples one by one and was moving below. His hands are caressing my back and coming down till my asshole crack. I made his legs spread further apart and had a look at his thing inside his brief.

It was fully aroused and was a great sight. I just kissed it and started kneading the same with one hand. Then I put the other hand inside the brief and felt his manhood. All along I have been kneeling in front of him fully naked. I asked him to remove his trunks. He asked me to remove it. He just lifted his buttocks and I helped him to remove it.

He was sitting in the stool with his erect tool and I was kneeling in front of it like a hungry dog. Without wasting any time I took the whole thing inside my mouth and started licking it. I was sucking it like a lollipop with one hand holding it and my mouth sucking it. After few minutes I went below and started licking and eating his balls.

Then I again I took his shaft in my mouth and started sucking it. Like an expert bitch I used my tongue effectively in the pink part and sucked it thoroughly. He was also getting aroused and held my head tightly, then after sometime he started mouth fucking and moved his shaft fast within my mouth.

Again after some time I took my mouth out and started licking his balls, his sides, below the balls and upto his asshole. He put his hands in my hair, lifted my head violently and made me put his shaft inside my mouth. I was lapping it up like an ice-cream. Then he started shaking and I could sense he was about to come. I sucked vigorously and he exploded the cum in my mouth.

For the second time in the day I was eating the cum and I lapped it up. He was bit tired but was holding himself upright. I also took rest for few minutes and then started the oil massaging again. He also took some oil and started applying over my body. Now both us were naked and had oil all over. I hugged him tightly and he also reciprocated.

We were like intertwined snakes together. I was eating his mouth like a cake and exploring his mouth deeply. His shaft was aroused fully. Since both of were oily it became slippery when we lied down. He took a mat and spread it in the floor and made me lie there. Then from the top he entered my cunt lifting my back and started pushing his shaft inside me.

Then he lied down and made me sit on his erect prick. I was sitting on top of prick, his prick fully inside and was moving back and forth and was enjoying the sensations. My breasts were dangling and he stared kneading the same. He also made me bend and started sucking my nipples. Then I lifted myself and started sucking his shaft in the 69 position.

I was on his top with my mouth on his shaft and my cunt near his face. He made my cunt adjust to a position near his face and started licking it. Both of were sucking/licking each other private parts wildly. After sometime he again made me lie on my back and started putting his shaft inside me and pushed hard. This time after several thrusts he came fully inside my cunt.

Exhausted, he just lied me on my top. Then after sometime he lifted me in and took me to the attached bathroom. There was no bathtub but enough space for two persons to take bath. Since both of us were tired we just applied shampoos and soaps quickly and washed ourselves. I again wore the same nighty and moved to hall.

The time is around four and Ramesh has to go to the gym for the second shift. He dressed himself up, had a late lunch and then moved on. Before moving he didn’t forget giving a hard press on my boobs and a pinch on my cunt. (Humandigest,2009)

Getting yourself aroused without ejaculation can get the sperm carrying tubes in your balls congested. This leads to a really uncomfortable but harmless ache referred to as ‘blue balls’. The pain disappears within a few hours anyway, although some men relieve the discomfort through masturbation.

I’m sure every juggler who has walked down the produce isle has been tempted to juggle the fruit.  Here is Thomas Dietz juggling fruit.

Do they wobble to and fro?  Hilarious follow-up to the Secrets of the Phallus, explaining all that’s hangin’…

From Scientific American, November 19, 2009:

Why do human testicles hang like that?

By Jesse Bering

Earlier this year, I wrote a column about evolutionary psychologist Gordon Gallup’s “semen displacement hypothesis,” a convincing hypothesis presenting a very plausible, empirically supported account of the evolution of the peculiarly shaped human penis. In short, Gallup and his colleagues argued that our species’ distinctive phallus, with its bulbous glans and flared coronal ridge, was sculpted by natural selection as a foreign sperm-removal device. As a companion piece to that work on our phallic origins, Gallup, along with Mary Finn and Becky Sammis, have put forth a related hypothesis in this month’s issue of Evolutionary Psychology. This new hypothesis, which the authors call “the activation hypothesis,” sets out to explain the natural origins of the only human body part arguably less attractive than the penis–the testicles.

In many respects, the activation hypothesis serves to elaborate what many of us already know about descended scrotal testicles: that they serve as a sort of “ cold storage” and production unit for sperm, which keep best at lower body temperatures. But it goes much further than this fact, too. It turns out that human testicles display some rather elaborate yet subtle temperature-regulating features that have gone largely unnoticed by doctors, researchers and laymen alike. The main tenet of the activation hypothesis is that the heat of a woman’s vagina radically jumpstarts sperm that have been hibernating in the cool, airy scrotal sack. Yet it explains many other things too, including why one testicle is usually slightly lower than the other, why the skin of the scrotum becomes more taut and the testicles retract during sexual arousal, and even why testicular injuries–compared to other types of bodily assault–are so excruciatingly painful to men.

The opening line of Gallup’s new article helps readers to appreciate the oddity of the scrotum:

It is almost unthinkable to ask why ovaries do not descend during embryological development and emerge outside the female’s body cavity in a thin, unprotected sack…

After you’ve finished exorcising that unsettling image from your mind, consider that the dangling gonads of many male animals (including humans) are no less puzzling. After all, why in all of evolution would nature have designed a body part with such obviously enormous reproductive importance to hang off the body so defenseless and vulnerable? Although we tend to become accustomed to our body parts and it often fails to occur to us to even ask why they are the way they are, some of the biggest evolutionary mysteries are also the most mundane aspects of our lives.

Thus, the first big question is why so many mammalian species evolved hanging scrotal testicles to begin with. The male gonads in some phylogenetic lineages went in completely different directions, evolutionary speaking. For example, modern elephants’ testicles remain undescended and are deeply embedded in the body cavity (a trait referred to as “testicond”), whereas other mammals, such as seals, have descended testicles but are ascrotal, with the gonads simply being subcutaneous.

Gallup and his coauthors jog through several possible theories of our species’ testicular evolution by descent. One of the more fanciful accounts–and one ultimately discarded by the authors–is that scrotal testicles evolved in the same spirit as peacock feathers. That is to say, given the enormous disadvantage of having your entire genetic potential contained in a thin satchel of unprotected, delicate flesh and swinging several millimeters away from the rest of your body, perhaps scrotal testicles evolved as a sort of ornamental display communicating the genetic quality of the male. In evolutionary biology, this type of adaptationist account appeals to the “handicapping principle.” The theoretical gist of the handicapping principle is that if the organism can thrive and survive while still being hobbled by such a costly, maladaptive trait such as elaborate, cumbersome plumage or (in this case) vulnerably drooping gonads, then it must have some high quality genes and be a valuable mate.

Although descended scrotal testicles do satisfy the obvious criterion of being counterintuitively costly, the authors conclude that handicapping is an unlikely explanation. If it were true, we would expect to see scrotal testicles becoming increasingly elaborate and dangly over the course of evolution, not to mention women should display a preference for males toting around the most ostentatious scrotal baggage. “With the possible exception of colored male scrota among a few species of primates,” write Gallup and his colleagues, “there is little evidence that this has been the case.” I’m not aware of any studies on intra-species individual variation in scrotal design, but I’m nonetheless willing to speculate that most human males have rather bland, run-of-the-mill scrota. Anything deviating from this–particularly a set of unusually pendulous testicles suspended in knee-length scrota–is probably more likely to have a woman dry-heaving, screaming, or staring in confusion than serving as an aphrodisiac.

Again, a more likely explanation for scrotal descent, and one that has been around for some time, is that sperm production and storage is maximized at cooler temperatures. “Not only is the skin of the scrotal sack thin to promote heat dissipation,” the authors write:

…the arteries that supply blood to the scrotum are positioned adjacent to the veins taking blood away from the scrotum and function as an additional cooling/heating exchange mechanism. As a consequence of these adaptations average scrotal temperatures in humans are typically 2.5 to 3 degrees Celsius lower than body temperature (37 degrees Celsius), and spermatogenesis is most efficient at 34 degrees Celsius.

Sperm, it turns out, are extraordinarily sensitive to even minor fluctuations in room temperature. When the ambient temperature rises to body temperature levels, there is a temporary increase in sperm motility (that is to say, they become more lively), but only for a period of time before fizzing out. To be more exact, sperm thrive at body temperature for 50 minutes to four hours, the average length of time it takes for them to journey through the female reproductive tract and to fertilize the egg. But once the spermatic temperature rises much above 37 degrees Celsius, the chances for a successful insemination consequently plummet–any viable sperm become the equivalent of burnt toast. So in other words, except during sex, when it’s adaptive for sperm to be highly mobile and hyperactive, sperm are stored and produced most efficiently in the cool, breezy surroundings of the relaxed scrotal sack. One doesn’t want their scrotum to be too cold, however, since nature has calibrated these temperature points at precisely defined optimal levels.

Fortunately, human scrota don’t just hang there holding our testicles and brewing our sperm, they also “actively” employ some interesting thermoregulatory tactics to protect and promote males’ genetic interests. I place “actively” in scare quotes, of course, because although it would be rather odd to ascribe consciousness to human scrota, testicles do respond unintentionally to the reflexive actions of the cremasteric muscle. This muscle serves to retract the testicles so they are drawn up closer to the body when it gets too cold–just think cold shower–and also to relax them when it gets too hot. This up-and-down action happens on a moment-to-moment basis, thus male bodies continually optimize the gonadal climate for spermatogenesis and sperm storage. It’s also why it’s generally inadvisable for men to wear tight-fitting jeans or especially snug “tighty whities”–under these restrictive conditions the testicles are shoved up against the body and artificially warmed so that the cremasteric muscle cannot do its job properly. Another reason not to wear these things is that it’s no longer 1988.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “But Dr. Bering, how do you account for the fact that testicles are rarely perfectly symmetrical in their positioning within the same scrotum?” In fact, the temperature regulating function governed by the cremasteric muscle can account even for the most lopsided, one-testicle-above-the-other, waffling asymmetries in testes positioning. According to a 2008 report in Medical Hypotheses by anatomist Stany Lobo from the Saba University School of Medicine, Netherlands Antilles, each testicle continuously migrates in its own orbit as a way of maximizing the available scrotal surface area that is subjected to heat dissipation and cooling. Like ambient heat generated by individual solar panels, when it comes to spermatic temperatures, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. With a keen enough eye, presumably one could master the art of “ reading” testicle alignment, using the scrotum as a makeshift room thermometer . But that’s just me speculating.

From an evolutionary perspective–in contrast to my own personal perspective–the design of male genitalia only makes sense to the extent that it adaptively complements the female anatomy. In contrast to males, unless a woman is doing something unusual, the female reproductive tract is maintained continuously at standard body temperature. This is the crux of Gallup’s “activation hypothesis”: The rise in temperature surrounding sperm as occasioned by ejaculation into the vagina “activates” sperm, temporarily making them frenetic and therefore enabling them to acquire the necessary oomph to penetrate the cervix and to reach the fallopian tubes. “In our view,” write the authors:

…descended scrotal testicles evolved to both capitalize on this copulation/insemination contingent temperature enhancement and function to prevent premature activation of sperm by keeping testicular temperatures below the critical value set by body temperatures.

One of the things you may have noticed in your own genitalia or those of someone you’re especially close to is that, in contrast to the slackened scrotal skin accompanying flaccid, non-aroused states, penile erections are usually accompanied by a telltale retraction of the testicles closer to the body. This is the sort of thing easiest to demonstrate using visual illustrations–the editors at Scientific American wouldn’t let me get away with it here, but a quick Google image search should provide ample examples. Just choose your own search terms and disable “safe search”–though if you’re at work right now, you may want to save this as homework for later. According to Gallup and his coauthors, this is another smart scrotal adaptation. Not only does the cremasteric reflex serve to raise testicular temperature, thus mobilizing sperm for pending ejaculation into the vagina, but (added bonus) it also offers protection against possible damage to too-loose testicles resulting from vigorous thrusting during intercourse.

There are many other ancillary hypotheses connected to the activation hypothesis as well. For example, the authors ponder whether humans’ well-documented preference–and one rather unique in the animal kingdom–for nighttime sex can be at least partially explained by temperature-sensitive testicles. Although the authors note the many benefits of nocturnal copulation (such as accommodating clandestine sex or minimizing the threat of predation), this preference may also reflect a circadian adaptation related to descended scrota. Given that our species evolved originally in equatorial regions where daytime temperatures often soared above body temperature, optimal testicular adjustments would be difficult to maintain in such excessive heat. In contrast, ambient temperatures during the evening and at night fall below body temperature, returning to ideal thermoregulatory conditions for the testes. Additionally, after nighttime sex the woman is likely to sleep, thus remaining in a stationary, often supine position that also maximizes the odds of fertilization.

Although the activation hypothesis helps us to better understand the functional, if quirky, architecture of the human male gonads, it may still seem odd to you that nature would have invested so heavily in such a precipitously placed genetic bank. After all, we’re still left with the curious fact that our precious gametes are literally hanging in the balance in a completely unprotected vessel. Gallup and his coauthors aren’t unaware of this strange biological fact either:

Any account of descended scrotal testicles must also address the enormous potential costs of having the testicles located outside the body cavity where they are left virtually unprotected and especially vulnerable to insult and damage. To be consistent with evolutionary theory the potential costs of scrotal testicles would have to be offset not only by compensating benefits (e.g., sperm activation upon insemination), but one would also expect to find corresponding adaptations that function to minimize or negate these costs.

Enter pain. Not just any pain, but the unusually acute, excruciating pain accompanying testicular injury. Most males have some horrific stories to tell on this score–whether it be a soccer ball to the groin or the flailing foot of a sibling–but each of us men shares something in common: we’ve all become extraordinarily hypervigilant against threats to the welfare of our scrotal testicles. The fact that males are so squeamish and sensitive to this particular body part, point out the authors, can again be understood in the context of evolutionary biology. If you’re male, the reason that you probably wince when you hear the word “squash” or “rupture” paired with “testicle” but not with, say, “arm” or “spleen” is because testicles are disproportionately more vital to your reproductive success than these other body parts are. I, for one, had to pause to cover myself just by typing those former words together. It’s not that those other body parts aren’t adaptively important, but variation in pain sensitivity across different bodily regions, according to this view, reflects the vulnerability and importance different adaptations play in your reproductive success. Male ancestors who learned to protect their gonads would have left more descendants–and pain is a pretty good motivator for promoting preemptive defensive action. Or, to think about it another way, any male in the ancestral past that was oblivious to or, gulp, enjoyed testicular insult would have been quickly weeded out of the gene pool.

Additionally, argues Gallup, the cremasteric muscle flexes in response to threatening stimuli, in effect pulling the testicles up closer to the body and out of harm’s way. In fact, the authors point out, Japanese physicians have been known to apply a pin prick to the inner thigh of male patients as a surgical prep: if the patient displays no cremasteric reflex, this means the spinal anesthesia has kicked in and he’s ready to go under the knife. Other evidence suggests that fear and the threat of danger trigger the cremasteric reflex. I suspect there are any number of ways to test this at home, if you’re so inclined. Just make sure the owner of the fearfully reflexive testicles knows what you’re up to before frightening him.

So, there you have it. A new, evolutionarily informed account of the natural origins of descended scrotal testicles in humans. What do you think of Gallup’s seminal theory? Is the whole thing nuts? Don’t leave me hanging, folks. Ball’s in your court. ba dum ching!

We have a bleeder

Honey, sweetie, darl, ripping out your lover’s testicles is no way to treat your man, even if he is cheating. Helen Hodge has been accused of using her hands to mangle her boyfriend Billy Duncan’s balls after she suspected he was cheating. An undisclosed source said “His scrotum had been ripped open and his testicles were dangling by his legs.” However when Ms Hodge was quizzed by police she denied any involvement saying  “I didn’t touch his testicles.I’ve forgotten what his balls even look like. He’s not been near me for months.” The poor wee Scotsman is lucky surgeons were able to save his manhood but alas not his dignity. Hodge 1, Duncan 0.

I know this might look lame, but TRUST ME! You can thank me later.

Peggle…if there was ever a game more perfect, it would have “Mario” or “Tetris” in the title.

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Basically, in Peggle you shoot a ball down through a board covered in pegs. The ball bounces off these pegs, hitting other pegs on the way to the bottom of the board. Your goal is to clear the screen of all the red pegs while racking up points by hitting purple and blue pegs. Every board has a different layout of pegs, each placed over a different picture. For example, there is a board with pegs outlining the image of a bat, and some have moving parts, like windmills and wheels on a car.

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The most addictive thing about Peggle is that it’s about 50% skill and 50% luck. You can sit around perfecting your skills for hours, days even, and still you will never have two games that are exactly the same, nor will you ever be as good as you know you can be. There is a lot to be said about a game that makes you struggle through its levels, challenging you and also allowing you to have this much fun

It's not as easy as it looks, but victory is always one lucky bounce away.

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Online play is great. On Xbox, I’ve met so many cool people who just want to casually play a light-hearted game of Peggle between zombie killing or pinata raising. I even met a 56 year old woman from some place near London who plays every day. EVERYONE LOVES PEGGLE!

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A few other things that set Peggle apart from other puzzle/strategy games: The game comes with built in challenges. I played it on Xbox360, and while there are achievements, there are also challenges to beat built into the game. Do things like clear boards of all its pegs, get a crazy score on single board, or just pass a board starting with only one ball to clear these challenges. It’s enough to keep you coming back for more and more.

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Another thing Peggle does that no other puzzle game that I’ve ever seen does is cater to the color deficient. I have a color deficiency, so I appreciate this more than most, but you can click a button and suddenly the game doesn’t rely on just colored pegs to let you know where things are, it places shapes and symbols in the pegs to allow people like me to play and have just as good of a shot as anyone else to come out on top.

In Peggle Nights you get to see what every character dreams of being in the real world. Some of them can be pretty entertaining, and they all make for great game boards.

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Just released last week was Peggle Nights, and add-on to the original Peggle game. While the original game had about 55 boards, this new expansion has 60 AND a new character AND new challenges! Seeing as how I haven’t even finished all the original challenges, I’ve got a lot of Peggle in my future. And believe me, I’m fine with that.

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Peggle: A (about $20)

Peggle Nights: A+ (only about $5)

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To get a free demo of Peggle, go here: http://www.popcap.com/games/peggle

Just when I feel jaded about the blogosphere, I discovered a new blog InvisibleGaijin that mixes wicked satire and faux news with a focus on men’s fashion. Swoon.

The above is from InvisibleGaijin’s story about Japanese underwear, which connects undergarment obsession with recession and soshoku danshi (herbivores), and in part reads:

Self-professed gaijin with love/hate relationship with Japan, Fuzakeruna Konogaijinme, commented, “Japanese salarymen always turn inwards in recessions, peering into their navels in hopes no one notices they don’t do shit at work. Underwear that makes your balls feel good always sells.”

(Image from www.pants-ya.com. Almost NSFW).