Foos… ball on the go

Everyone likes foosball, but once you put a table down in one spot it’s never moving again. Kartoni found a solution to this, creating a cardboard foosball table that has the original dimensions of a pub table football (yes, there are official dimensions). The table is compact, as the wooden ball and foosball handles all fit into the folded up cardboard box when you’re on the go. The table can be put together in minutes without glue, screws, or any additional tools. However, an additional feature is a built-in speaker for an iPhone, which seems a little like having an outlet for a Macbook Pro if you live in a cardboard box.

Also, everything is made from 100% recycled materials, so the gods of sustainability approve. You can get Kartoni's “I love to kick table” here, and it’s actually pretty affordable… because it’s made out of cardboard. [Posted by Eric]


Animated ‘Foosball’ Pic Scores Big in Argentina

“It’s the first film of this size to be made without a U.S. studio investment, so it’s going to be interesting to see what happens with it,” said Campanella at the film’s press conference “In terms of technology and humanity, we’re in an international level, although we might need some larger render capability, like for scenes featuring great masses of water, which luckily the story didn’t ask for.”


**Zayn Malik Imagine**

Imagine playing Foosball with Zayn.

Zayn: If I win I get a kiss.

You: Deal!


Zayn: I guess I get a kiss babe.

More imagines here

In foosball, you're supposed to get the puck in the corner pocket, right?

When I was about 8 years old, I entered into a foosball tournament that all the youth centers in nearby towns were competing in. It was a really big deal to me, because the winners got these huge shiny trophy cups. I really wanted to win, but unfortunately after about 8 games I was beaten in the final bracket by a girl who was a year younger than me.

I was obviously disappointed and got in the car with my dad at the end of the night to tell him how I came really close to winning. Before I could even finish talking about it, my father interrupted me to tell me that it was not surprising that I lost the tournament, because I was “in an environment of males” and because males were naturally more aggressive and competitive at everything, as a woman I would nearly always be doomed to lose. He said all this before I even got to the part where I actually lost to another girl, and a younger one at that.

Even at a young age, his explanation didn’t sit right with me. In fact, it made me pretty angry to think that even my own father, who was supposed to think I was smart and amazing, was just plainly admitting openly that I was not as good as some stupid boys. 

It was one of the most infuriating events of my childhood, and even though it still pisses me off to look back on it, I have to say I credit it partially with introducing me to the idea of feminism and fueling my fire to be a high achiever. 

(Also, I don’t think I’ve ever lost a game of foosball since. In fact, I get pretty unnecessarily ruthless.)