Welcome to the ezine produced by SGI Buddhists that prompts the positive, kindles the constructive, highlights the hopeful and leaves you feeling - well, up!
Published on Sunday, 26 April 2009 18:00 | 
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Published on Sunday, 19 April 2009 18:00 | | |
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Norbert Rosing took these photographs when a wild polar bear came across his tethered sled dogs in the wilds of Canada's Hudson Bay. He thought the end had come for all of them...
Published on Sunday, 05 April 2009 18:00 | |
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What's the capital of Iceland?
About £3.50
How do you define optimism?
A banker who irons five shirts on a Sunday
Why have estate agents stopped looking out of the window in the morning?
Because otherwise they'd have nothing to do in the afternoon
What's the difference between an investment banker and a large pizza?
The pizza can still feed a family of four...
Published on Sunday, 29 March 2009 18:00 | |
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Well, it's shit ... that's right, shit!
Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language.
You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit, find shit, forget shit, and tell others to eat shit. Some people know their shit, while others can't tell the difference between shit and shineola. There are lucky shits, dumb shits, and crazy shits. There is bull shit, horse shit, and chicken shit. You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit, shoot the shit, or duck when the shit hits the fan. You can give a shit or serve shit on a shingle. You can find yourself in deep shit or be happier than a pig in shit.
Published on Sunday, 22 March 2009 18:00 | |
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And now take a look at the most incredible goal save ever, plus this amazing office footie wizard!
Published on Sunday, 15 March 2009 18:00 | |
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'I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not
pleased to read the description in the catalogue: "No good in a bed,
but fine against a wall."'
Eleanor Roosevelt (wife of Franklin Roosevelt, 32nd President of the US)
Published on Sunday, 08 March 2009 18:00 | |
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A hedge fund trader parks his new Porsche in front of the office to show it off to his colleagues. As he's getting out of the car a lorry zooms past too close to the kerb. It rips off the door and speeds away. The distraught man grabs his mobile and calls the police. They arrive minutes later. Before the officer can ask any questions, however, the man starts screaming hysterically:
'My Porsche, my beautiful silver Porsche!’ the hedge fund trader rants. ‘ It's ruined. Even if I send it to the most skilled panel beaters in the world, it'll never be the same again!'