Puck Me ©

Why?
But I don’t want to damn it.
I’m watching the Olympics.
But, but the women’s figure skating is on.

Inia’s bugging me that I haven’t posted.
Did you see the dance last night?
There are strippers that fainted when they saw the flexibility of some of those girls.
Fuck…………………… and the costumes hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmmm.

There was some controversy with the Russian teams costume and routine.
They resembled the Australian aboriginal peoples markings as did some of the music.
I missed their performance at the Olympics, I was watching hockey but I looked online and found them at the worlds performing while wearing the controversial outfits.
I also found a lot of the commentary aimed towards them.

The aboriginal people in Australia are offended and causing a ruckus.
The Russian dancers are saying it's not really about the aboriginal people of Australia but a collage of different cultures all thrown together.

Now I am no expert on the Australian aboriginal people but I have seen a few documentaries on them, not to mention movies like Crocodile Dundee, one and two, Australia, Quigley Down Under and a few others to know that ummmmm yes, the marking on the outfits were taken from the aboriginal people of Australia so stop lying.

That being said I watched their program and couldn’t see why everyone was offended other than the outfits looked fucken stupid.
We live in a world where we emulate what we see.
We follow fashion and trends.
When River Dance came out everyone was Irish and dancing/tripping all over the place.
We dress like our heroes.
Act like them.
We mock and flatter them with our attempts to imitate who they are.
Every year I go to the Greek festival and watch people pretending they are Greek while having a great time.
It’s the same at the Italian, Lebanese and Chinese festivals.

We see people on TV or real life pretending they are what they aren’t and we cheer them on then applauded them.
I watched them skate and they skated better than I ever would.
I almost became a figure skater.
Did you all know that?
Yeah, the coach sent me out to do a figure eight and when I was done it look like a figure 927589284233.
I seems I was cut out to be a hockey player instead.

Their program wasn’t educational by any means and like I said their outfits were stupid to look at, in my opinion but they were entertaining to watch and that’s what this is, entertainment on skates.
It’s their steppingstone to the Ice Capades.

If they were to say they were depicting the aboriginal people of Australia then they deserve all the negative media they get but they’re not.
The only thing they are guilty of in my opinion is bad taste.

As a Spartan I could be offending on how 300 portrayed one of my ancestors Heroes but I can’t because I understand its nothing more than entertainment and Frank Miller never said it was the story of the 300 Spartans but loosely based on a true event.
In fact, Greeks embraced the movie as it shone some light on their proud heritage.

In a free world, we have freedom of expression.
I’m sorry the aboriginal people of Australia were offended but that’s what happens when you are noticed.
Welcome to the rest of society.

So I am to immersed in the Olympics to actually sit down to write a post.
Team Canada lost to the USA in hockey.
Canadian’s played great.
The Americans sucked but Miller, the U.S goalie rocked the foundation.
My Canadians couldn’t get past Miller if their life depended on it.
I mean the guy must be a Indian deity or something because I tell you the boy has more arms and legs than a school of octopi to stop the shots he did.
Shots on goal were 45 to 23 and we lost.
That should tell you who won that game, Miller.

When I am not watching curling or hockey I am watching the wild bunch on the slopes racing down four at a time.
Fuck, I don’t ski and I know I don’t want to do what this bunch do.
Spills and thrills with smiles all around.
The Olympics were started thousands of years ago as a way to avoid war and countless deaths.
Where countries gather with their warriors to show theirs strengths and abilities while competing in events, many of which trace their origins back to ancient times and the art of war.

So yeah, I am lost to the Olympics for another weeks and then I will have to wait for March madness to start.
I miss football……………

Have a nice day

Walker

The Olympians ©

So, how are all the lovebirds out there?
Y’all have a good Valentines Day or are you roasting turtle doves in the rotisserie for dinner tonight?

I know Inia and I have been lost into the Olympics since they started.
The opening ceremonies we somber to start.
I would like to say at this point that I grieve for the Kumaritashvili family who’s son Nodar Kumaritashvili, a Georgian athlete was killed when he was thrown off his luge and into posts along side the track.
They have said it was the athlete’s error.
Basically what they are saying is, it was the athletes fault for getting tossed off of his ride.

In sports there is rarely perfection and when you are pushing the limits there is bound to be some buckling at the seams.
Then shit happens.
Shit always happens and we know shit happens so we prepare for shit.

Like for instance at the bottom of the course on the last corner when you reach speeds of 150 kilometers an hour we should put a bunch of posts so if a luger does fly off and into the posts we could have a spectacular tragedy on live TV.
Well it’s the only reason I can see why they didn’t have nets or a protective wall there instead of a certain death situation.
Everyone including a newborn could see the danger coming out on the corner except officials at the site.
You see it’s more important to have the best and fastest so they have to cut back on some things like safety.

After acknowledging the loss of Nodar the rest of the athletes came in where there was a standing ovation for the Georgian team who decided to stay and dedicate these games to their fallen comrade.

These Olympics were not only hosted by the people of Vancouver but also the native peoples of British Columbia.
The four tribes were represented by the chiefs of these people along with the other dignitaries in the VIP section of the stage.
It was a spectacular show focusing on native culture past and present.
It’s good to see the young pick up and preserve their culture for future generations in these times of technology and change.

Then came the lighting of the thing a ma bob when four sports legends (Wayne Gretzky, basketball All-Star Steve Nash, skier Nancy Greene and speed skater Catriona LeMay Doan) came in each carrying a lit torch.
Four pillars were supposed to rise out of the ground for each of them to light but only three came out.
I was waiting for Wayne to walk over and give it a boot in the side to get it going again but all they did was stand there like a bunch of dummies instead for two minutes.
It was said that someone in those two idle minutes heard Gretzky whisper to Catriona LeMay Doan that, that was her pillar and to stay away from his.
She laughed and whispered back, that’s not what your wife said.
Maybe he’s not so great eh.

After the ceremonies were over we got into the actual games.
Luge, almost as bad as skeleton.
Skeleton you go down head first at 150 kmh Luge you go in balls first or tits up which ever gender you are.
You fall off of that magic carpet they ride down that chute on and you will be a skeleton at the bottom.

I have been watching a lot of curling.
With my eyes as they are, it’s about the only thing I can see without having hit slow play to see it because it went by so fast.
Have you seen those guys that do moguls?
I go for a beer and 23 seconds later Canada has its first gold medal ever on Canadian soil and I’m still looking for a bottle opener.
This is why I hate import beer.
No twist offs.
Apparently in some places the act of opening a twist off resembles the tearing off of the head of a man’s penis so they stick to the old fashion bottles BUT they did adapt to the long neck bottle as a compromise in response to the protests of the female population.

I watched a lot of figure skating too, some hockey OH and speed skating.
I tell you, I want to meet the people who designed some of the outfits these people wear.

As I was preparing to watch the speed skating start in Richmond on came the speed skaters.
All I can say is, move over Kansas City Bombers, here come the Japanese G-Strings and the Canadian Condoms.
Don’t get me wrong here.
All these athletes deserve all they win but the people who create their outfits……well….I’ll let you tell me.

This is the Japanese speed skater's uniform.
I think they are a nice gold and black color but a little transparent don't you think.
It's nice to see that Masako Hozumi has come prepared for the festivities after the race.
You can actually see a g-string under her uniform?
Now that's what I call a party girl and not only is she a party girl but also a team member too.



When she heard fellow teammate Yuya Oikawa had lost his luggage she shared some of her underwear with him.
That's what I call a buddy when you need one.



Not knowing what was going on, on the Japanese team the German team thought that there was a spacial theme for outfits at this years Olympics and quickly went out and modeled new uniforms to match the Japanese outfits not wanting to look out of place.



The Canadian team seeing all these g-strings flopping around started getting a little worried so they went out and opted for safety and wrapped theirs with a giant condom to protect the front and back from any accident that might occur after a few beers.



Fashion is big at the Olympics as I have watched the different events take place and one team that knocked me out of my seat was the Norwegian curling team.
With the passing of the great golfer Payne Stewart, his clothing sponsors were left without someone to model their line of clothes.



That is until the Mens Norwegian curling team came along.



I don't know.
Is the circus in town?

I love the Olympics and what they represent, I may go to hell for picking on some of these people but for fucks sake, who thought up these outfits?
They better get there before me.

Have a nice day

Walker

Touched By Love ©

From time to time
We see something
Something we can understand
Sometimes we feel something we can’t

There are things in the world
Things we can’t explain
Things we could only feel
Feel with the fingers of our soul

Among the oceans of people
We all seek out one thing
The thing we can’t understand
Not even see

For some it’s the flesh
For others the feeling
Some seek its glow
While others need its comfort

There comes a time
When alone becomes lonely
When we have to awaken
To draw a blade of sunshine and slash our bonds away

To dive into the river of souls
To swim among the rest
Until you find what’s been missing
The other half of you, what’s always the best

Then you will have something
Something you can’t see, yet feel
Something you can’t touch
But it touches you

Love is what you feel
Something you can’t understand
Until it touches you’re soul
Then you understand

Walker

Happy Valentines Day

Kids... ©

Kids say and do the darnest things.
You hear people say it and we have all experienced it.
You see stuff like, a two year old running up to his mother in a crowd of guests screaming, “Mom I need a new condom, I am came” then bursts out in tears.
All the women in the room nod with a dawning of realization.
“So that’s why….”

It’s traumatic at times.
Stunned Walker: Tell me why you stuffed the M&Ms in your pussy again?
Seven year old stepdaughter: I didn’t want my brother to find them.
Speechless Walker:…………………………………..
Seven year old stepdaughter: Now I can’t get them out and I’m, hungry
Alert Walker: What the fuck do you mean they won’t come out?
Seven year old stepdaughter: “They’re stuck” and she starts crying
Panicking Walker: What do you want me to do?!
Seven year old stepdaughter: Take them out
Walker: LIKE FUCK I WILL!!!!!

Three hours later her mother comes home.

EX: How was your day.
Relaxed Walker: good and yours?
EX: long and hard
Comforting Walker: Ah, let me rub your feet.
EX: Where’s “Seven year old stepdaughter”?
Informative Walker: In the bathroom
EX: What’s she doing there?
Forthcoming Walker: Soaking in hot water for the last three hours
EX: Why has she been soaking in hot water?
Knowledgeable Walker: Trying to melt the half pack of M&Ms she stuffed in her pussy
EX: what, WHAT, what, did she do…..when…..did they melt
Disappointed Walker: No, they're peanut.

The other day I am laying on the couch watching TV and D1 starts laughing.
Then she asks me what my name was, my real one so I tell her and she starts laughing again.
Seems that one of her friends forwarded a link to her called Urban dictionary.
You put your name in and it tells you what your name means or represents, some shit like that.

So she put mine in: “A female character in Soul Calibur who has jiggly boobs that move like sacks of pudding”.
Great……..I think I’ll head off upstairs and play with my boobs but before I do I bought another tea pot today.
I have bad luck with teapots and keep breaking them.
So I went out to Winners the other day and found one I liked.
Actually my mother did.
She showed it to me and I did like it was black and big enough for about six cups so I could sit on the couch and not have to run for more in the kitchen.
But there was on problem there was no lid.
Then my mother found another one that was the same but in white, with the lid but it was white.
As much as I needed the teapot I didn’t want it in white so we left.

We wandered around for an hour while my mother looked for a purse then finding none she like we made our way back to the door but the whole time I was thinking of the teapot.
I told my mother to wait for me at the door and I would be right back and went back for the teapot.
Fifteen minutes later I walked out with it and gave it to my mother to hold.
She looked in the bag to see which one I got and saw it was the black teapot with the white lid.

Lets go girls…….fucken phone
Every time…..fuck fuck fuck

Hello, what?
Where are you?
What the fuck do you mean there is gunfire?
Where are you now?

It’s D2

On the bus, yeah ok?
Why are you on the wrong bus?
You missed yours
So why are you on the wrong bus?
Because this one was following your bus and you thought it would catch it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Then when it did catch up your bus turned right and the other one went left.
I see
What about the gunfire?
It was fireworks for Winterlude?
I see
Ummm
Yeah yeah
Listen Ummm I got to go play with my boobies.
No she’s not
No, no
Next week
Yeah I know
I’m weird
You just keep racing busses……..

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Sweeter Than Wine ©

Sometimes I sit back in my couch and see things in my head like now, I see a man on a hilltop.
A hill surrounded by valleys with lush meadows.
Not a soul to be seen any where but this one man on a hill

He walks over to a large boulder and pulled the sack off of his back before he sat down on this large boulder.
Sitting on there he proceeded to open the sack and pulled out a smaller parcel wrapped in cloth.
Laying the larger sack next to the boulder he laid the small package next to him and proceeded to unwrap it.

Unwrapping the package he reveals a piece of cheese, some bread and olives.
Tearing a piece of bread from the loaf, he bit a piece of off to take away some of the sting of the strong cheese he had just nibbled off.
Throwing in an olive in to mingle with the other flavors in his mouth.

Wiping his hands on his greasy pants he reached down into the bag once more and pulled out a skin filled with wine and took a long draw before reaching for some more bread.
After about thirty minutes of eating and squeezing his wineskin he wrapped everything up in the cloth once more and placed it on the ground in front of the boulder.

Leaning back on his hands he breathed in a lungful of fresh air then exhaled his pleasure.
Reaching down to the large sack again he drew out a stringed instrument then up to his arms.
His hands caressed it as he whispered words of love to it but also reminding it that she was his little whore to use as he wished before plucking at one of her strings.

Taking the wineskin once more he filled the back of his throat until it cascaded over his lips and onto his shirt.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his arm he placed the container down and ran his hand over the strings of his instrument.

His thumb slowly pushed down producing a sharp sound with each string it pulled at.
Strumming the strings once more the new and old notes danced together as one faded away and the other brought a new life to its existence.

Slowly he found a rhythm that pleased his mind and added to it, his fingers attacking the strings like a hungry beast.
His fingers sang about the cheese and sweet olives he just ate
About the bread that filled his belly and the wine, the wine that warmed up his soul.

He closed his eyes and the music poured out of his instrument from atop of that hill surrounded by valleys and meadows.
His head swam with the music and before long he could hear another instrument playing in the background, then another.
And…..and there was clapping too
Clapping, people clapping and dancing

His fingers plucked at the strings with passion, hate and fury; or was it love.
Tearing at the different notes with his finger yet still gently caressing her body.
He loved his little whore.

His feet started moving with the music and before long he could hear singing far away in his head but it was getting louder and louder as he ripped at the love of his life.
Pushing her to her limits until he sat bolt up eyes wide open, tearing at her soul as if it was his own soul he tore at.
.
His eyes strained against his skull as he saw people, people walking up the sides of the hill from all around.
Some with instruments of their own others clapping and singing while his fingers spilling out his life across the strings and down the hill.

Sliding off the boulder without skipping a note he walked out towards the people as they gathered around him, clapping and dancing in a giant circle.
Urging him on to spill his soul out so they can bask in his glory.
To show them his pain and love as they stumbled to their knees with its weight on their shoulders.
Their fingers clawing at their chests as he claws at the strings of the instrument in his hands.

His fingers sang about what they had witnessed and felt while his mind regressed beyond yesterday into a pool emotion as the world spun around him.
He played into the sunset and beyond to the hordes gathered around him in tears of pain, joy and triumph until the dawn smiled down and the tears quelled the burning fire still left inside him.
Then when the notes faded to a whisper he packed his sack and stood on a barren hill surrounded by valleys and meadows.

Just shit I think up sometimes

Have a nice day

Walker

Blah ©

Is it me or is there a feeling of blah out there in the world?
Maybe it’s just my world huh.
Maybe I’m just horny and need a moist pussy to chew on and a tight ass to spank the monkey on.

TV bores me of late.
When the fuck did they start breaking the season down into, ummmm seasons.
I mean a show would run until the summer and take a break until fall then begin again.
Now they have fall breaks, spring breaks, summer break, someone give me a break.
I wish CNN would take a break.
Imagine if they did?

Three months down the road episode one of CNN comes on and the top stories are something like: Jay Leno and Conan O’Brien marry in California.
The governor gave the bride away.

North Korea invades Afghanistan.
Why not everyone else has.

Monica Lewinski marries Osama bin Laden.
She can find anyone.
And what’s the bin mean.
Bin, bin, bin that’s like a garbage can right?

China goes bankrupt after bootlegging eight track tapes.

India and Pakistan go to war over the Kashmir valley.
When the smoke cleared they were all stoned.
China got a free buzz.
May explain the eight tracks

But until we got the new news, I guess we would have to endure reruns like everything else.
The only reruns I really loved were of Jeopardy.
I used to watch it when I was stoned and during rerun season I knew all the answers.
Made me feel real smart, until the next season started that is and I was dumb as a doornail.
But then I would only smoke a couple of joints and six months down the road I’b be smart once again.

I think there should be no reruns.
They should have new shows go fill in the spots where there would be reruns then when these shows need a break then the others could come back a resume with their new season.

I don’t know if I would want CNN or any other news agency to take a break even though they make me sick sometimes.
I can see it now I turn the TV on to CNN in time to see their first broadcast of the new season and the doorbell rings.
I turn the volume up and as I go and open the door to ET as the news says we are being invaded from outer space and not to open the door to ET.

Oops

By the way if you find that I am babbling feel free to stop me at any time.

February, already.
Valentines Day is coming up soon.
It’s one of my favorite days.
It’s when Al Capone tried to take out the North Side Gang of Bug’s Moran.
Did a nice job of it but he missed the boss.

As for the rest, the way I see it is I don’t need a special day to show someone I love them, I have 365 days to do that so Hall Mark can choke on that.
Imagine waiting all year to really show how much you love someone.

The big thing for me in February is the Super Bowl.
This year it’s the Colts against the Saints.
My team didn’t make it.
Actually they didn’t make the playoffs but I am not surprised about that in fact I was kind of shocked at their early success.
Who do I think will win?
On paper I would say the Colts all the way.
The Saints could win it but they have to be hungry and prepared to fight hard then put a lot of hurt on the Colts.
Otherwise, they have no hope on hoisting up the Lombardi trophy unless of course the Colts implode and beat themselves out of a Super Bowl.
The possibilities are endless.
One thing that is for sure, there is only one game left until next September.

I hope your day is not as blah as mine
Have a nice day

Walker