This is an experiment with hot water that makes clouds. Cool music and sweet slow motion effects!
Cool Water Experiment - The best free videos are right here
Friday, January 18, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Coin Trick - Great For Party's
Great coin trick to amaze spectator and blow their minds! Great for partys!
Coin Trick - Great For Party's - More bloopers are a click away
Coin Trick - Great For Party's - More bloopers are a click away
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Coin Fold Trick
A simple trick that could really amaze the spectators!
Coin Fold Trick - Funny home videos are a click away
Coin Fold Trick - Funny home videos are a click away
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Scarf Through The Neck
This video will show and explain how to perform the scarf through the neck trick. Really simple, but powerful illusion!
Scarf Through The Neck - Click here for the funniest movie of the week
Scarf Through The Neck - Click here for the funniest movie of the week
Friday, December 7, 2007
Cheat And Never Get Caught
I will show you how to make a cheating pen that will help you on your tests. For EDUCATIONAL purposes only! I take NO responsibilities if you get caught!
Cheat And Never Get Caught - Watch the best video clips here
Cheat And Never Get Caught - Watch the best video clips here
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Crazy String Trick
A string goes up your nose and out of your mouth. Crazy gross trick. A must see.
Crazy String Trick - The funniest bloopers are right here
Crazy String Trick - The funniest bloopers are right here
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Simple Magnet Motor
Build a simple magnet motor with stuff around your house.
Simple Magnet Motor - Watch the top videos of the week here
Simple Magnet Motor - Watch the top videos of the week here
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Weird Money Tricks!
Weird things appear on money! Watch the ending! ;) Scary!
Weird Money Tricks! - Click here for more free videos
Weird Money Tricks! - Click here for more free videos
Water Can Burn?
Watch how you can make water burn! Really Wierd!
Water Can Burn? - The top video clips of the week are here
Water Can Burn? - The top video clips of the week are here
Two Dollar Bill Trick Revealed!
How to turn two $1 dollar bills into one $2 dollar bills! Two Dollar Bill Trick Revealed!
Two Dollar Bill Trick Revealed! - Watch more funny videos here
Two Dollar Bill Trick Revealed! - Watch more funny videos here
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Gas Saving Tip
Learn to extend gas milage. A useful tip on how to save money and extendending gas milage.
Gas Saving Tip - Click here for another funny movie.
Gas Saving Tip - Click here for another funny movie.
Monday, October 1, 2007
The Fire That Passed By
by Debra K. Matthews
Back in the eighties, my folks had an apartment in the end of an old warehouse. My dad had rented the hundred-foot-long building as a home for his doghouse business (it was a job he was proud to say "was in the doghouse!").
The building was originally used as an earthworm farm, and was completely unfinished inside except for the small apartment in the front and a concrete-floored garage beside it. The apartment consisted of a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and a tiny front entrance. Between it and the garage was a walk-in "cooler" room, probably used for storing the earthworms. The rear three-fourths of the building looked a lot like an old barn, with heavy timber beams of old dry wood, and a floor of large round rocks, much bigger than gravel. It was hard to walk on, and very easy to twist an ankle trying to walk through it.
Dad had set up his shop in the back quarter of the place. He had built a low, heavy-duty table for marking plywood sheets and using a circular saw to cut on. Between that and his table saw, he had built a kind of guide rail to brace the other end of long pieces of wood he was running through the saw.
Since he couldn't sweep the gravel floor, dad just let the sawdust pile up around the saw over the years. By the time I was camping out there, it looked like a big pitcher's mound around the front of the saw. Behind him, as he worked at sawing, was a huge bonfire-sized pile of scrap wood. As he sawed his boards and the scrap pieces came off, he would just toss them behind him. And, littered all around the whole area were dad's cigarette butts, which he never stamped out, assuming they would go out by themselves in the gravel.
One month, while I was waiting for my new apartment to open up, I camped out at the warehouse in a camper van and stored all my belongings in the unused cooler. Besides clothing, dishes and other household goods, I had a large library of books, and boxes upon boxes of children's church teaching aids, puppets and materials. Much of it was treasures I had discovered or created over the years and would never be able to replace if ever lost or destroyed.
Each night I would run a power cord from the van into the garage, and each morning unplug it and drive off to work.
One morning, when I got ready to leave, I came into the garage to find thick smoke, but no fire. It turned out that my dad had been busily sawing the night before, and quickly tossed a cigarette butt away, without taking his eyes off the spinning blade. The butt had landed in the sawdust pile and smoldered all night!
Not long afterwards, I was standing in the cooler and looking at the boxes of stuff I would have to move soon. I started thinking about the number of times over the years when my dad would fall asleep smoking and drop his lit cigarette. His favorite chair had plenty of cigarette burns in it. I thought about the morning we had found the cigarette smoldering in the sawdust, and thought how quickly I could lose all that was in front of me. I couldn't always be there to watch out for those smoldering discards.
"Lord, please protect my stuff," I prayed before heading off to my second-shift job. "There's not enough room at the church to store the children's church stuff, and I can't possibly replace it all if it were to catch fire. You're the only one I can turn to to protect it and keep it safe. Please watch over all of our things and keep them safe from any harm."
The very next day I was standing in the bright sunshine in front of the apartment, with my mom as she watered her many potted plants. Dad walked by and tossed away another cigarette butt. I looked down at it smoldering in the patchy dirt and grass. As I walked over to it, and started "grinding" it out, my mom walked over to me. She must have seen my deep frown and read my thoughts.
"Have you seen the side of the house?" mom asked with a strange look on her face.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Go look," she said and nodded her head toward the creek side of the building.
As I rounded the side of the warehouse, I was horrified to see the entire yard had been burned to a crisp from the side of the building almost to the trees along the stream. One of my brother's abandoned car bodies, apparently fiberglass, was completely melted down. Mom said Dad had gone out there to burn garbage, and the fire had gotten away from him.
I walked along the side of the building and around the back. The fire had traveled the entire length of the warehouse, right up to its very edge, across the back of the building and up the hillside a couple hundred yards beyond the building! Somehow, even though the dry grass was taller than the concrete block foundation, the dry wood had not caught fire. The blocks were blackened, but the wood was completely untouched.
Somehow on that day before -- the same day that a fire was to sweep through there -- the Lord had really touched my heart to pray fervently for protection. The fire had traveled all along the side and back of the building, but the Lord had completely protected not only it and its contents, but Mom said the fire "simply burned itself out" before it got to the trees and the neighbor's equally flammable barn!
Back in the eighties, my folks had an apartment in the end of an old warehouse. My dad had rented the hundred-foot-long building as a home for his doghouse business (it was a job he was proud to say "was in the doghouse!").
The building was originally used as an earthworm farm, and was completely unfinished inside except for the small apartment in the front and a concrete-floored garage beside it. The apartment consisted of a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and a tiny front entrance. Between it and the garage was a walk-in "cooler" room, probably used for storing the earthworms. The rear three-fourths of the building looked a lot like an old barn, with heavy timber beams of old dry wood, and a floor of large round rocks, much bigger than gravel. It was hard to walk on, and very easy to twist an ankle trying to walk through it.
Dad had set up his shop in the back quarter of the place. He had built a low, heavy-duty table for marking plywood sheets and using a circular saw to cut on. Between that and his table saw, he had built a kind of guide rail to brace the other end of long pieces of wood he was running through the saw.
Since he couldn't sweep the gravel floor, dad just let the sawdust pile up around the saw over the years. By the time I was camping out there, it looked like a big pitcher's mound around the front of the saw. Behind him, as he worked at sawing, was a huge bonfire-sized pile of scrap wood. As he sawed his boards and the scrap pieces came off, he would just toss them behind him. And, littered all around the whole area were dad's cigarette butts, which he never stamped out, assuming they would go out by themselves in the gravel.
One month, while I was waiting for my new apartment to open up, I camped out at the warehouse in a camper van and stored all my belongings in the unused cooler. Besides clothing, dishes and other household goods, I had a large library of books, and boxes upon boxes of children's church teaching aids, puppets and materials. Much of it was treasures I had discovered or created over the years and would never be able to replace if ever lost or destroyed.
Each night I would run a power cord from the van into the garage, and each morning unplug it and drive off to work.
One morning, when I got ready to leave, I came into the garage to find thick smoke, but no fire. It turned out that my dad had been busily sawing the night before, and quickly tossed a cigarette butt away, without taking his eyes off the spinning blade. The butt had landed in the sawdust pile and smoldered all night!
Not long afterwards, I was standing in the cooler and looking at the boxes of stuff I would have to move soon. I started thinking about the number of times over the years when my dad would fall asleep smoking and drop his lit cigarette. His favorite chair had plenty of cigarette burns in it. I thought about the morning we had found the cigarette smoldering in the sawdust, and thought how quickly I could lose all that was in front of me. I couldn't always be there to watch out for those smoldering discards.
"Lord, please protect my stuff," I prayed before heading off to my second-shift job. "There's not enough room at the church to store the children's church stuff, and I can't possibly replace it all if it were to catch fire. You're the only one I can turn to to protect it and keep it safe. Please watch over all of our things and keep them safe from any harm."
The very next day I was standing in the bright sunshine in front of the apartment, with my mom as she watered her many potted plants. Dad walked by and tossed away another cigarette butt. I looked down at it smoldering in the patchy dirt and grass. As I walked over to it, and started "grinding" it out, my mom walked over to me. She must have seen my deep frown and read my thoughts.
"Have you seen the side of the house?" mom asked with a strange look on her face.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Go look," she said and nodded her head toward the creek side of the building.
As I rounded the side of the warehouse, I was horrified to see the entire yard had been burned to a crisp from the side of the building almost to the trees along the stream. One of my brother's abandoned car bodies, apparently fiberglass, was completely melted down. Mom said Dad had gone out there to burn garbage, and the fire had gotten away from him.
I walked along the side of the building and around the back. The fire had traveled the entire length of the warehouse, right up to its very edge, across the back of the building and up the hillside a couple hundred yards beyond the building! Somehow, even though the dry grass was taller than the concrete block foundation, the dry wood had not caught fire. The blocks were blackened, but the wood was completely untouched.
Somehow on that day before -- the same day that a fire was to sweep through there -- the Lord had really touched my heart to pray fervently for protection. The fire had traveled all along the side and back of the building, but the Lord had completely protected not only it and its contents, but Mom said the fire "simply burned itself out" before it got to the trees and the neighbor's equally flammable barn!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Obedience For Snow Tires
by Debra K. Matthews.
Winter had arrived and I needed studded tires for my van. As hard as I tried, though, I just didn't have any extra money to put away for them.
The Lord had provided so many things in my life, often just in the nick of time, that I was surprised he wasn't providing in this case. "Lord," I complained one day, "I don't understand what's wrong. You know I can't drive on the slick roads. I can walk to and from work, but it will be late at night when I get off, and not safe walking that far. I can't seem to do anything by myself to get enough extra money."
I worked in a retail toy store that sold at discount prices, and they naturally couldn't pay high wages. I was barely getting by. I prayed and 'complained' for a few minutes before the Lord could get me to listen. Then I heard the still small voice.
"I'm always faithful to do my part, when my people are faithful to do their part," he said, and a "picture" of a situation at work flashed in my mind.
Ouch! It was like when a father gives that certain look to a child who's acting up -- the child knows just exactly what that look means. I knew instantly what the Lord was trying to tell me and where I had failed.
"I'm sorry, Lord. I haven't been a very good example, have I?!"
I went to work that Saturday, and trusted the Lord to bring a certain person to me while I was counting money from the previous day's sales. Throughout the day, managers and assistant managers came into the locked safe room where I was working, with each hour's money drop. Finally, in the early afternoon, the particular assistant the Lord was dealing with me about came on duty and her turn came to make the drop.
"I owe you an apology," I said to her after she'd locked the safe.
"What do you mean?" she asked me, surprised.
"Well, I got in trouble last night with the big boss," I said, smiling and pointing upward.
She laughed. She was an admitted agnostic, and we'd had plenty of conversations about the Lord over the past few months. I'd told her about him being so real in my life, and my very dearest friend, and what the Bible says about man outside of God. She'd said she was searching, but as an intellectual, she had a real hard time accepting that there was this big, unseen God out there somewhere.
"I was sort of complaining about a certain need in my life not being met. I didn't hear an 'audible' voice with my physical ears, but just as clear as could be, the Lord spoke to my heart and said, 'I'm always faithful to do my part, when my people are faithful to do their part.'
"At the same time, I had a picture come to my mind of the way I've been here at work lately."
I felt a little sheepish, and probably looked it as I said, "I've been telling you all about the good things God has done in my life, and how he's been such a good provider and everything. But lately, I've been sort of caught up in the general conversations around here about the 'discount wages' and stuff like that. I've done a lot of 'grumbling' myself, when I know better. God said he would take care of me, and he always has.
"Anyway, I haven't been a very good example of a Christian, and I apologize," I finished.
She didn't know what to think about that. I got the impression that her past experience with Christians seemed like they were know-it-alls. To have one apologizing to her seemed surprising. We talked some more and then she headed back out to the sales floor.
After work that night, I got a call from my mom. She asked me, "Have you bought studded tires for the van yet?" she asked. She knew I always put studs on my vehicles, and this was my first winter with the van, a vehicle much larger than I'd owned before.
"Not yet," I answered. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, one of the gals gave me a pair of studded tires," she said. "They're too big for our cars, so I thought about the van."
I don't remember why she said they had an extra set of tires, but they were like new, and the exact size I needed for the van. The Lord had just been waiting for me to be obedient in a situation where I hadn't, and then he provided miraculously again! And besides that, it gave me something else neat to tell the assistant manager about next time!
Winter had arrived and I needed studded tires for my van. As hard as I tried, though, I just didn't have any extra money to put away for them.
The Lord had provided so many things in my life, often just in the nick of time, that I was surprised he wasn't providing in this case. "Lord," I complained one day, "I don't understand what's wrong. You know I can't drive on the slick roads. I can walk to and from work, but it will be late at night when I get off, and not safe walking that far. I can't seem to do anything by myself to get enough extra money."
I worked in a retail toy store that sold at discount prices, and they naturally couldn't pay high wages. I was barely getting by. I prayed and 'complained' for a few minutes before the Lord could get me to listen. Then I heard the still small voice.
"I'm always faithful to do my part, when my people are faithful to do their part," he said, and a "picture" of a situation at work flashed in my mind.
Ouch! It was like when a father gives that certain look to a child who's acting up -- the child knows just exactly what that look means. I knew instantly what the Lord was trying to tell me and where I had failed.
"I'm sorry, Lord. I haven't been a very good example, have I?!"
I went to work that Saturday, and trusted the Lord to bring a certain person to me while I was counting money from the previous day's sales. Throughout the day, managers and assistant managers came into the locked safe room where I was working, with each hour's money drop. Finally, in the early afternoon, the particular assistant the Lord was dealing with me about came on duty and her turn came to make the drop.
"I owe you an apology," I said to her after she'd locked the safe.
"What do you mean?" she asked me, surprised.
"Well, I got in trouble last night with the big boss," I said, smiling and pointing upward.
She laughed. She was an admitted agnostic, and we'd had plenty of conversations about the Lord over the past few months. I'd told her about him being so real in my life, and my very dearest friend, and what the Bible says about man outside of God. She'd said she was searching, but as an intellectual, she had a real hard time accepting that there was this big, unseen God out there somewhere.
"I was sort of complaining about a certain need in my life not being met. I didn't hear an 'audible' voice with my physical ears, but just as clear as could be, the Lord spoke to my heart and said, 'I'm always faithful to do my part, when my people are faithful to do their part.'
"At the same time, I had a picture come to my mind of the way I've been here at work lately."
I felt a little sheepish, and probably looked it as I said, "I've been telling you all about the good things God has done in my life, and how he's been such a good provider and everything. But lately, I've been sort of caught up in the general conversations around here about the 'discount wages' and stuff like that. I've done a lot of 'grumbling' myself, when I know better. God said he would take care of me, and he always has.
"Anyway, I haven't been a very good example of a Christian, and I apologize," I finished.
She didn't know what to think about that. I got the impression that her past experience with Christians seemed like they were know-it-alls. To have one apologizing to her seemed surprising. We talked some more and then she headed back out to the sales floor.
After work that night, I got a call from my mom. She asked me, "Have you bought studded tires for the van yet?" she asked. She knew I always put studs on my vehicles, and this was my first winter with the van, a vehicle much larger than I'd owned before.
"Not yet," I answered. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, one of the gals gave me a pair of studded tires," she said. "They're too big for our cars, so I thought about the van."
I don't remember why she said they had an extra set of tires, but they were like new, and the exact size I needed for the van. The Lord had just been waiting for me to be obedient in a situation where I hadn't, and then he provided miraculously again! And besides that, it gave me something else neat to tell the assistant manager about next time!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
"LORD, HELP!"
by Debra K. Matthews
I was lost in thought as I drove across the icy freeway overpass. Night was falling as I rounded a bend in the road and suddenly realized I was too close to the person in front of me. The traffic signal turned yellow and the driver ahead of me hit his brakes. I tried to slam my own without locking the wheels, but instantly the truck started sliding. At the same time, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the car behind me was tailgating. We had hit our brakes almost at the same time, and were both thrown into a fast slide. There was no way either of us could possibly stop in time.
All I could do was exclaim, "Lord, help!"
To my complete amazement, my truck and the car behind me stopped instantly, at the exact same moment. No sliding to a gradual stop -- no collision -- we both just stopped in that split second of time! God instantly answered the shortest, simplest prayer I had ever prayed, and protected all three of us! He truly is, "Not far from every one of us" and ever ready to help us.
I was lost in thought as I drove across the icy freeway overpass. Night was falling as I rounded a bend in the road and suddenly realized I was too close to the person in front of me. The traffic signal turned yellow and the driver ahead of me hit his brakes. I tried to slam my own without locking the wheels, but instantly the truck started sliding. At the same time, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the car behind me was tailgating. We had hit our brakes almost at the same time, and were both thrown into a fast slide. There was no way either of us could possibly stop in time.
All I could do was exclaim, "Lord, help!"
To my complete amazement, my truck and the car behind me stopped instantly, at the exact same moment. No sliding to a gradual stop -- no collision -- we both just stopped in that split second of time! God instantly answered the shortest, simplest prayer I had ever prayed, and protected all three of us! He truly is, "Not far from every one of us" and ever ready to help us.
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