OLE BLUE

How hot is it?

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 18:26:38 PDT

It has been so hot that the 95 degree temperature today felt like a cold front.

A nude dancer’s glossary

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:02:15 PDT

A nude dancer’s glossary

A blog I have always liked is called Raymi The Minx.

Her writing talent is earthy and free. I like that a lot.
Her post: Raymi The Minx Blog Archive knew you’d be here tonite; was in regards to guys who went to strip clubs.

I let her know of a friend of mine that danced at one of the fully nude clubs in Washington DC, as part of a study on psychology, and the names she came up with for the men who frequented the club.

I thought the comment too long to say what my friend had to say about the strippers but Rami asked for the names my friend came up with for her fellow strippers. I will tell you all about that.

Here is the comment:
I have a friend who danced nude at an exclusive club in Washington DC for a summer when she was going to George Town University when studying for a psychology degree.

I went a few times and came back with an appreciation for nude dancers and a pitiful view of the nature of man.

She had names for all of the men. By the way her stage name was Nikki Smith and guys actually thought it was her real name.

The Beast: The guy who thinks he can get laid. He drinks way too many drinks yet only gives a dollar for each dance. Usually goes home in a taxi.

The Yuppie: Thinks one dollar tips are the greatest thing, despite the fact that men around him are giving five and tens, and falls in love with at least one of the dancers.

The Savior or Preacher: The guy who wants to save the dancers from the pitts of mythological hell. Usually pisses off a dancer and gets escorted out.

The old man: Wants to remember what a nude woman looks like. Tends to tip well.
The guy on a bachelor party: The most hated of the types. Grouping and fondling the dancers hoping their repulsive behavior will get them laid. They usually were thrown out.

Horny married guy: Not getting laid at home so he wants to look at what he is missing. Usually a liar.

Power guy: Thinks a suit and high paying job will impress the dancers. They usually stink of ego.

She even came up with a name for me the Gentleman: Appreciates the dancers and gives each one a five dollar tip. Chats freely and never asks the question, “Why are you a stripper?” Talks about what they are doing in real life and never patronizes.
She had names for her fellow dancers too but this comment is way too long. Never been to a female dance club since.

Edit on the comment. So here is what my friend came up with for her fellow Dancers.

Momma: She has been dancing for years and feels she should guide everyone and nurture them. Not on drugs, maybe drinks too much, is proud of her body and her profession and tries to make all of the dancers proud of their professions. The one who is called when all of the other dancers are in trouble.

The bitch: Older like the Momma but resents the younger dancers and attempts to make their lives miserable. She is hated by the Momma.

The whore: She wants to make as much money as she can even if it means having sex with the customers.

Druggie: Needs to get her fix so that she can get high. Momma is usually getting her out of some kind of trouble.

The teaser: Loves getting men aroused. She plays the men in the club really well and you would never know that she is a dancer outside of the club.

The Lesbian: She prefers women but she dances for men. She likes getting them horny but would never have sex with them. Two of the dancers were lesbians and a couple.

The Naïve baby: She was into dancing because she could make money. The spot was a safe place to dance nude and not have to give lap dances or ever be touched. She did not know what she wanted in life. She was usually from a small town or somewhere in West Virginia. Several naïve babies came through that summer and only one stayed. She is now a Momma and a professional.

The abused one: She claimed she danced because she was sexually abused. She hated what she was doing but kept on dancing.

The professional: She is a dancer and very good at it, perhaps dances in other venues, enjoys her job and loves having fun. She treats the men well and she is treated like a goddess. Momma was a professional but because of her age everyone called her Momma.

The Madonna: She walked into the place and became the favorite dancer. She came out of nowhere, did not tell anyone about her background, did not seem to have a family, she just danced so well that all the men loved her. The Momma gave my friend the name.

The Momma really loved my friend, even knew what she was up too after my friend got drunk with the Momma and told her the secret, and they still keep in touch. Momma is now the manager of the place, no longer dances, but still loves her job and dancing.

When the summer ended, my friend went back to her normal life and we keep in touch. She has never been back to a dance club. Hi C. L. ;-)

Sometimes I want to go back to a dance club. Just check it out and find out if the stereotypes are true and to get to know the dancers. Something about most of the dancers that I have met is that they tended to be free spirits if you will, and none that I have spoken with were abused or in any pain psychologically from what I can tell, they just loved to dance and entice men.

Summer Heat Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 01:49:15 PDT

Thirst awakens one
Three-digit heat Fort Worth Zoo
Elephant birthday

back from the wilderness

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 21:41:52 PDT

Note: The pictures are not mine you will find the links below:

I forgot the pictures sorry: Edit two

Put two of the same pictures...sheesh

I am back from the wilderness. Where dinosaur prints can be seen and the heat allows you to cook an egg on rocks, although not a very timely way of cooking an egg, it can be done.

When two young boys who love to be outside tell you, it is too hot then you know it is damn hot. So hot that you can sit a weenie on a rock and come back later to find it partially cooked and eaten by ants.

Now that ants have tasted cooked wieners they will grow bigger brains and become our over lords. Get out the poison now!

Went to fossil rim, I was kissed by a giraffe, nuzzled by a very large red deer, and took some wonderful pics of the nephews as they held incredulous looks upon their faces feeding the animals. (No pics of family on the blog is a rule)

My BiL kept asking something I was much too polite to talk about, what kind of recipes one could come up with all for all the beasts. The sister rolled her eyes a lot while my Mom laughed.

It is strange that both sister and BiL have masters degrees and say I am the educated one, they asked me many questions about the animals, and I answered most; my nephews watch the animal planet a lot and knew about most of the animals at Fossil Rim.

Been around the block a few times I guess and know many recipes.

They will be in Fort Worth proper tomorrow and I will show them around the town.

Saw a few women in bikinis at a beach that left nothing to the imagination. That made me happy to see so much body freedom. It has always seemed odd to me to swim with clothes on since you are going to be in the water getting wet.

I saw some places I would not mind living in because of the beauty of the hills and trees.

I cannot believe my Mom is putting up with being in a camper for two weeks.

Somehow, it seems my nephews changed personalities with each other.

The youngest gets carsick and barfed in a bucket. I wiped his mouth and all and made sure he was all right sitting in the back seat of the truck. Since I was trained as a Combat Lifesaver in the Army, I learned how to give someone an IV yet after training never was able to actually give anyone an IV, I asked the nephew, jokingly, if I could give him an IV.

“Yes, give me an IV! he said with glee. Baby sister, Mom, and BiL all laughed. “Why you guys are laughing?” he asked so innocently yet with a smile on his face that made me know that he knew that perhaps that an IV was not that much of a great thing. Enough of that.

My baby sister said laughing, “Honey Uncle Blue wants to stick a needle in your arm.”
“Oh dude no!” he laughed then called me bonehead. The oldest nephew called me crazy and we all laughed.

The Dr. Pepper museum in Dublin Texas rocks; I used to drink Dr. Pepper a lot when I was a kid. Maybe I will drink a Dr. Pepper from the Dublin Texas place from time to time. It is made with pure cane sugar and taste really good. I was surprised since I tend not to drink soft drinks anymore.

I noticed that many towns in Texas have a city hall in a square that has Victorian architecture as its theme.

Dr. Pepper

Texas City hall Wheatherford

Texas group wants to ban Bruno

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 09:19:29 PDT

A Group in Texas wants cities to ban the Movie: Bruno. Here we go again. Why don’t you just fucking stay home and let those who want to watch the movie alone.

You fucking ass hats stay in your little make believe world, stay the fuck there, and leave everyone else alone. You know I was not going to go and see the movie but now I will.

I am going camping. I probably will not post much since I will be giving Mom, Sister, BIL, and two nephews a tour of Fort Worth and the surrounding area.

Texas, Cowboys, and Free Thinkers.

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:19:07 PDT

Texas, Cowboys, and Free Thinkers.

Texas seems like such a conservative state now, despite its hedonistic past filled with outlaws and free thinkers. Now the religious folk wish to tell you how to live and want to teach your kids that believing in myth is the way to go when living life.

My friend Lab Kat has a post regarding Texas public education titled: The Texas State Board of Ignorance, Part 2 . It is about someone who wants to forget about the separation of church and state so that we can meld the minds of children into unrealistic myth believers.

Strange since Texas, in the recent past, was known for outlaws, prostitutes and free-minded people who wanted to get away from the chains that bind society. Currently one of my favorite singers Willie Nelson comes to mind as someone having the Texas spirit.

Yet, there are those that wish to chain our minds into a mythological grind and forget that freedom means not telling people how they should live their lives. Many people want the freedom to tell you what the hell to do and forget about what you feel; it makes the mind reel when you think about how people really do not want freedom. They just want to tell you how you should live.

Cowboy now tends to mean jackass too many people. Cowboy used to be the original hippies. They craved the freedom to be themselves and not let someone who has read only one book based on myth tell them how to live.

I know many cowboys, most ride Harleys not horses, but I do not know of anyone who goes to church. These cowboys are not group thinkers they are free-minded individuals.

Now Texas is nothing like it used to be, it is not free nor is it a place where someone can be who they wish to be and not be told how to live.

These religious freaks are always talking about taking America back for God and country. They must have never read a real history book. They must have never read Washington’s, Jefferson’s’ and Franklin’s letters and diaries.

The religious freaks live in a world of myth and they want you to live in the make believe world of myth.

I say we need to take America and Texas back from the religious freaks. Make it a land of freethinkers and free-minded individuals who slap some sense into the silly heads of those who wish to live in make believe.

Zen Pond

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 17:15:30 PDT

Tree’s leaves sing in the wind. Frogs croak in delight, summer air upon their amphibious bodies gives warm caresses. Birds fly to and fro, no special place to go, singing their song, nothing in their happy lives is wrong.

A horse drinks water from the pond, fish swim away; in the distance, another horse neighs. Flowers beautify nature. Nature takes a bow.

Mind drivel

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 19:25:22 PDT

Mind drivel

I love so many types of women. Women are the best thing in this world.

Squirrels are hungry, they gather nuts, people are hungry, and they put their nuts in homeless shelters.

Life is a bowl of cherries with pits. Spit the fucking pits out and enjoy the sweetness.

Dogs are dogs cats are cats we still can respect the differences and show some love. People are people let us show them some love.

Speaking of love when is the last time that you smiled at a stranger?

Chicken gizzards.

Pots and pans need washing, the soap is near, but the pots and pans will be there tomorrow.

Advertisements try to get you to buy, say to the advertisements, “Group think sucks.”

Cool cars are red oceans are blue only because they reflect a certain light.

Silk pajamas are wonderful, silk sheets upon naked skin is fantastic, naked skin upon naked skin is a climax.

Maybe I should have twittered this drivel…later.

I see the man with no feet, I have no shoes, I love to walk barefoot, I give him a hug.

Clothes are over rated unless it is cold.

Penguins are cool.

Ducks are quaky.

Sex a day will keep the horniness away.

I have noticed when I see a person if I have a frown they frown too, if I have a smile they smile too, we have more power than we think.

Roses are red is not a true statement. There are many types and colors of roses. There are many types and colors of women. Everything is beautiful in its own way.

We need to eat, we need to sleep, we need love; everything else is Lagniappe.

Muhammad Ali stated, “A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.” I tend to say people who have not changed by the time they are 30 have lost their way in the journey that is life.

Zebra’s have stripes, tigers do too, but their strips are different.

I do not like moon pies or Twinkies. I love plums and strawberries. Nature does it best.

The plum fairy is nonexistent. We have to grow our own plums.

Growing our own plums takes work, we cannot wait to see what happens we have to make it happen.

Lifetimes are arbitrary; we must live for the moment.

Cow tongue.

We think certain foods might be horrible until we taste the food then think it is wonderful. Life is like that.

Violets are blue. But they are happy being blue.

Sitting here mind driveling I think I can drink that beer in the fridge. But it may chase the thoughts away.

That Coors light can of beer in the fridge is aptly named “Silver Bullet.” It may make you feel happy at the time but in the end, it makes your organs shrivel.

Organs are cool.

Played differently with one of the universes most beautiful creations playing the Violin:

Meditation is the key to mindfulness. Mindfulness is the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to life. So it goes.

Do we have souls? Are we nothing? Are we dust in the wind?

Kansas - Dust In The Wind

Broken hearts can mend when we have friends.

Friends are the family we get to choose.

In meditation we see ourselves truly…we see our selves as we are… we are only true to ourselves when we who we wish to be…Shakespeare said, “This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!.”

Yet, can we say farewell to family and friends, we think of them, like they are still present? They never go away, death never lets us part, memories last forever.

I saw a fly land on my food. I did not kill the fly I just shooed the fly away. How many people have you shooed away today?

I took the fork in the road most traveled. If is now upon my mind.

Pieces of you are in my mind. Thank you.

Children laughing with so much hope.

Fried chicken is bad for the heart yet great for the taste buds and the mind.

Good night sweet people, until we meet again.

Ok That is the end. No more I have to get ready for bed since I wake up at 4:30am. That is it you may go now.

I mean this post was long enough people I have to go and you do to, read a book by Kurt Vonnegut. That is where I first read the saying “so it goes”.

You still here? This is a very long post you know.

Ok just remember to not forget; because if you forget things will not be the same; until some friend comes up and says, “Remember me?”

Even if you do not remember, friends will help you remember. Trust me, all the old friends talk about the times I do not remember, and I tell them about the times they do not remember; we laugh, we sing, we drink way too much, and hopefully someone will stay sober enough to remember!

Just remember one of my favorite quotes:

The truth is that life is hard and dangerous;
that he who seeks his own happiness does not find it;
that he who is weak must suffer;
that he who demands love, will be disappointed;
that he who is greedy, will not be fed;
that he who seeks peace, will find strife;
that truth is only for the brave;
that joy is only for him who does not fear to be alone;
that life is only for the one who is not afraid to die.
-- Joyce Carey
Ok really it is the end. Have to go to work tomorrow. Ok I will leave you the cheeky end like I used to a long time ago.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK (unless you work at Playboy etc.)

Chocolate Kills! Dogma and Haiku for Health Drink

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 04:02:12 PDT

Wake up sleepy heads I have something to tell you. Your friend the Chocolate can kill you. Yes, you heard it right it will kill you! Stop crying. Just follow the link:
Chocolate Kills!

Dogma: The sanctuary of the ignorant person who needs to have feelings of superiority.
Blues Definition

Icy sweet tasty
Antioxidant Bullet
Great morning smoothie

Fireworks while in bed

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 04:06:32 PDT

I was sleeping peacefully but began dreaming I was in a live fire exercise in the Army, realized I had not been in the Army in ten years I woke up. Looking at the clock, I saw 1:02am. Looking at the window in the direction where all the popping and whistling was coming from I saw flashes of light.

I thought to my self, “What kind of dumb mother fucker shoots off fireworks at 1:02am on a weeknight.” I answered my own question by saying to myself a stupid drunk motherfucker.

I would assume that they were pooping the fire works in the small park that my bedroom window almost faces. But, I do not think I would see as much light flash as I was seeing.

I never got a chance to look outside because it ended quickly. Probably lasted for about five or ten minutes right before the cops had a chance to show up and put someone in jail.

Insomnia, sleep, thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:44:38 PDT

It is Two am in the morning and I am awake. Really, I am not sleeping typing. At least I do not think I am. I could be and not know it but I think that I am awake.

Some of my best posts have been insomnia post since they are so incoherent they are funny, at least to me, and a few other insomniacs who may understand the post.

I am doing a survey about hedonistic, independent, free-minded people live in the Fort Worth Dallas area. Please let me know where these types of people live. Thanks.

I woke up earlier, tried to go back to sleep but sleep walked away from me like a vegetarian walks away from a meat eating contest.

Speaking of going vegetarian even in a small way, I try to eat as little meat as possible, mix vegetables, fruits, nuts, and berries in a way that I get great meals that gives me a multivitamin at every meal. Yet, I am still always fucking hungry even after a meal and cows run away from me because of my stare. Deer do not even come close to the road I am driving on and a bear shit on it self it became so scared upon seeing me in the woods.

I often wonder how a big animal like a bear can eat just berries and other plant matter all the time. It is no wonder why bears knaw on people from time to time, plus people can be so damn annoying.

My brain back firers and goes into a tail spin when people tell me that they do not watch foreign movies because they do not like reading the subtitles, do not eat fish because of the fishy taste, and they do not read biographies of famous people because it makes them feel bad about themselves and inferior.

There should be a universal law that states if you are more than five minutes late to a Yoga class you do not interrupt the class. If you do interrupt the class, especially if you walk on the mat of the one and only guy in the classes as he is lying on his back with his legs in the air, you should be tazered repeated for two hours then perform nude yoga outside by the road for five hours preferably in thunder storms. You should also have to have lightning rods duct taped to your head.

Well that last blurb was somewhat hostile now wasn’t it? We apologize for the hostility. Really, me and the voices in my head apologize. We really do not mean it we just know it is Politically correct to apologize for something you say, and mean, yet people do not like what you say, so you apologize.

Well I am going to try to think happy thoughts and go to sleep. The thoughts cannot be too happy though because certain happy thoughts can make me very hungry or very horny. Then I will not be able to sleep again.

Oh and tomorrow I am eating a fucking steak. Moo!

This last image has nothing to do with the post:

I am just Happy

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:00:07 PDT

I am going on Vacation next weekend. This may seem like a very long work week.

Why do you have a Blog?

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 15:49:02 PDT

Sitting here enjoying my second day off, I decided to click on my fellow bloggers links on the blog roll.

You know when I started this blog four years ago it was a means of connecting with like minds. (Cue the violins) I had lost my job, lost my girlfriend, moved back into the very small town I grew up in with my Mom, and needed some sort of way to make connections.

Through the years, I have seen the blogroll change, most of the linkers who were online when I first started have discontinued their cyber writing. In fact, out of my first twenty linkers all have stopped cyber writing.

I prefer the words cyber writing to the word blogger.

So I was just curious. What makes you cyber write? Why do you continue? If you stopped cyber writing yet still read my site what made you stop writing?

Oh and here is a song:

A question about women's fashion

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 15:20:02 PDT

After my run, I walked through the downtown area to cool off before I headed back into the AC. I noticed the perverted wind lifting up women’s dresses. When did women stop wearing panties?

I saw three women, in their twenties I would say, who did not give a damn that the wind was trying to undress them. I thought I was in the middle of a porn movie. Not that I am complaining I am just saying that in twenty years from now with the same fashion trend going on women will be walking around naked.

The Wind

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 13:24:50 PDT

You know I firmly believe that the wind in Fort Worth is defiantly a perverted male.

I like the following quote
"The greater the ignorance the greater the dogmatism." - Sir William Osler

Alone and Cold

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 00:53:37 PDT

He sits next to the street
Staring at the road
Like it is a TV set
Playing back memories
Of deep regret
He shivers
In the 80 degree heat
He moves slowly
His face in his hands
He would probably cry
If he had any tears left
He takes a deep breath
Of the morning air
He turns and looks at me
Drinking my two dollar coffee
He attempts to smile
His eyes bulge
With self pity
He gets up
He walks away
His rags around his body
Like a burlap bag
I feel his emptiness
I wonder why

Beating a Dead Horse and a Prayer for The God Twenty Four Hour News

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 19:50:00 PDT

I was reading a comment left on my cyber friend’s blog Old Whig’s Brain Dump on the this post: LINK: Are we running out of celebrities?. I was about to leave a comment but it started to get long; first it was a song then became a prayer.

What you say?

Yes despite the fact that I am not religious, although I try to follow the Zen Buddhist philosophy in such a pitiful way that actual Zen Buddhist probably want to kick my ass, I decided to pray to a certain God that has gained such a popularity with the masses (no pun intended) that I feel obligated to say this prayer.

Perhaps I should listen to a great soulful song for inspiration.

Ok Let us pray!

Oh, twenty Four Hour News thank you for your knowledge, your wisdom, and your way of repeating the same damn thing twenty-four hours a day. Your Patron Saint is the dead Horse.

Let us thank you for reminding us about celebrities deaths, the same celebrities you maligned as eccentric and crazy just a few weeks ago, now are Saints in your sweet forgiving eyes.

I know we would not know about these celebrity deaths if Walter Cronkite and his like where still at the helm, but who needs serious news, the world has never been crazy, with wars, genocide, and fratricide.

No, my fellow brothers and sisters have not died in vain for a foolish war, they walk among us, for the most part, some are interred in dirt, some walk around without limbs, and some have minds grown useless from the hurt of war.

Thank you for letting the paranoids know that they must fight to make things right, to make this land into a bland sea of one culture of hate and bigotry. Thank you for making the paranoid's dream come true.

Thank you for reminding us that the world is a chaotic place, that the human race is filled with fear, and that people wish to protect their loved ones so dear, from the evils of, criminals, terrorist, bombs, Zombie like creatures who fill our nights with fright, and for letting us know what most intelligent people have known for a long time…the world is a crazy place.

Thank you for making us realize the horrors of drugs. Yet, you make many people take drugs because you are always telling us what is wrong about the world, people hide under the curtain of drugs, unless they watch your great wisdom, and take the drugs you advertise.

Thank you for getting people out of their small worlds and letting them know that the world is fucked up…something intellectuals have been telling people for millenniums.

Thank you for the fear people feel, although it may not be real in their worlds, you make it feel real, and give people a way to deal with it through your Dr. Phils, who is not a real Doctor I hear (someone check this If you want I do not want to waste my time), and special pills that you advertise like you have no investment in the deal.

Thank you Oh sweet twenty four hour news for being so passionate. Gone are the days when Howard K smith and Harry Reasoner remained calm through a news presentation. Your news anchors feel, and drive people to think just like you, with your fear mongering, with your passionate dissertations on what is wrong with a girl who wears a shirt at high school stating she is a lesbian, despite the dress code obligations.

Thank you for reminding us about how fucked up parents can be and giving us the experts who can help us live just like a society of Stepford wives. Thank you for making the news passionate, yet somehow bland, giving us reason to fear in this land.

Most of all thank you for beating the dead horse. Horses are dead and should be beaten repeatedly to make your pointless point. Society needs to watch the dead horse bleed to let us know the God of twenty-Four Hour News is a fearless God when it comes to beating dead horses.

I just know this. I grew up in a world of turbulence. I once was close to the turbulence when I served in the Army but was kept behind a desk at the NSA. Yet I am still a member of the American Legion because I wish to help veterans, people you claim to help in a passé way.

I grew up around horses. I believe horses are majestic and would love to own a horse so that I can ride around the countryside with my friend the Horse. However if the horse should die I would bury the horse and let it lie in peace.

I would not beat the dead horse I would just walk away into a new day and let life begin again.
- Ole Blue

Early Morning toughts on the 24 Hour news cycle and other things

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 03:37:01 PDT

I am looking forward to my four-day weekend. Today is basically a Friday for me.

I think we get to much news. The 24-hour news cycle needs to die. They repeatedly deny my request at work to shut off Fox News in the break rooms and put the Cartoon network or Comedy channel on the TVs.

I know people who think life should be all unicorns, teddy bears, and pink bunnies. They loath the 24 Hour news cycle and think the world is coming to an end. I just tell them the world has always been this fucked up.

My morning shake consist of raspberries, wild blueberries, cranberries, blackberries, turmeric, cinnamon, ginger, cayenne pepper, honey (organic got it from a bear in the woods), Whey protein, Muscle Milk brand protein meal replacement powder, and creatine. It is delicious.

I am thinking of moving near one of the many lakes around the area. I may buy a house or just rent. I really think I may be better off in the Pacific North West, California central coast or back on the East coast.

I think it is ironic that Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett went from crazy to saints in the eyes of the media by dying.

I think it would be nice to eat breakfast on a back porch out in the country.

If you want a power breakfast eat a can of Sardines. Sardines pack a powerful nutritional punch.

I need to stop procrastinating and get to work. I wonder if these thoughts will sound coherent after I have actually woken up...am I dreaming?

A couple of confessions, Different Haiku for you.

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 16:47:25 PDT

I have a couple of Confessions to make.

One, I have become a slob. Yes folks, I hate to clean. Perhaps it harkens back to years of yore (Oh shit here he goes again – The Editors) when in the world greatest Army I scrubbed and cleaned until my hands bled (That is much more than a slight exaggeration – The Editors).

What is also bad, but not worse is the fact that I do not like messy places. So I will have to find a much better paying job so that I can hire a person to clean.

Second, you know those Cowgirl Haikus? People seem to like them. I get many hits for Cowgirl Haiku. I have been doing cowgirl Haiku for a long time now. I think I am out of Cowgirl Haiku.

So here is a different type of Haiku about the feminine. I even Yoda the ending.

Looking at sculptures
Intellectual Hippie chick
Work of art you are

You know what the odd thing about me saying Cowgirl or Intellectual Hippie Chick is that I do not like to label people. But sometimes we do when we write to allow the audience of two or three to see visually what I see. Not everyone has a third eye.

Oh and you have to read the Twitter post comments to understand what I mean about the third eye.

My lease to this place ends next February but I am already starting to look for other places to live. I do not believe I am ready to buy a house but I may rent one, or rent another apartment somewhere on the outskirts of Fort Worth.

Any thoughts on places around Fort Worth would be greatly appreciated.

Twitters

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 18:46:32 PDT

• Cool breeze blowing in my face, can’t think of better place, in the now

• Children’s laughter makes me look forward to the nephews
• Birds fly, they sing about life, they have no strife, until the hawk arrive

• Deep seated emotions, the smell of the feminine, elevator rides can be fun

• What is life, just love of each other, the rocks sigh

• Essence of the mind , Crowded mind is not nothing, Zazen rain washes

• I want to live out in the country where I can run around naked with a bunch of horny cowgirls.

• I miss the sound of crickets in the morning

• Driving towards a building built in 1920 I see three Model T Fords heading my way. I though I was caught in a time warp

• It is 3:12am, I am awake, and on the computer. Man that is crazy!

• The ball bounces, the crow crows...is it 3:00pm yet? Happy Hour?

• Wacky Robin wrote wacky writings. Wacky Robin read wacky writings.

• Some people refuse to live in reality. They live thinking pink bunnies and unicorns.

• She walked towards me on the sidewalk. She sashayed, her hips swayed, She passed by and fart the loudest fart. So ends the fantasy.

• Time to turn in...but is that right or left?

• Her flesh beckons me, her eyes entice me, her posture moves me, and her mind enthralls me it is lust.

• Lunch friend: I do not think normal people like you Me: That is fine with me my life is not boring

• The dizzying dizziness dizzied dizzy dizzyingly.

Zazen - Breathing

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 07:44:19 PDT

Zazen - Breathing

I sit cross-legged
My body hurt will not
Allow me to sit
In the proper position
Breathing in
Breathing out
Trying to clear the mind
Thoughts of childhood
Could I love my parents more?
Father died of cancer
I was away
Maybe I should have been there
On his dying day
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
Thoughts of an individualistic life
No love
Feeling lonely
Seeing couples
Holding hands
In my mind
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
I love the people
Whom I work with
But work bores me
I hate the boredom
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
Could I have been more
Why am I mired
In mediocrity
I smell the beautiful
Young woman in the elevator
She seems sad
Is she lonely too
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
No longer like weekends
Weekends scare me
Since I am all alone
Yet it is my fault
I am individualistic
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
Birds fly
Outside
They are so free
Yet they fly in groups
And they sing
Beautiful songs
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
Thoughts of yesteryear
Flood the mind
I am trying to unwind
I should have saved more money
Not spend so much
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
I see the table
Lots of papers on it
My apartment needs
A good cleaning
I see my Buddha statue
So serene
Unlike me
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
I see the blue pot
I purchased at wall mart
I gave the communist in china
Reason to live
I boil my pasta in it
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
I smell the city
I see my furniture
I feel my presence
Upon this world
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
I feel one
With everything
My life is good
I do not have thoughts
I see everything
In vivid color
Mind is clear
Just Breathe
Breathing in
Breathing out
Mind is clear

Happy Friday!

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 21:48:16 PDT

Perhaps this Happy Friday may seem bittersweet to many. After all two well known people from yesteryear have gone into the darkness of death; or is it dark? We do not know what happens when we die ( The end of existence?) we just know it seems their suffering has ended although it has left those that are alive with pains of mourning.

Both Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson have left their mark on civilization. Some have loved them, but some wished them away. Both had their own insecurities to deal with, in the public eye, now their deaths are public, some will never allow their lives die.

In the mist of our own realities, they may have given us hope, they may have angered us, but we knew about them, their pains, their hopes, their gains, and their misfortunes.

They are gone now, nevermore, all we have are memories, and their lives are a closed door.

Yet we are alive. We are still here to toll and strive through life. But other’s death, no matter if we knew them or not, makes us appreciate our own lives, makes us feel alive, allows us to know, that at any time we may go, we must let ourselves know that we should live.

In living, we must strive to have fun, not to be mired in mediocrity or be bored with life. Let us give up the strife of life for a moment or two and allow me to show you the internuts and a thing or two.

Thank you
Ole Blue

Note: The following links, images, and videos to the internuts are intended for tongue in cheek humor, WTF humor, and sexiness of many degrees, life’s nuts and bolts humor, musical appreciation, thoughtful things, and other mind-boggling events in life.

However, if you do not have a sense of humor, do not appreciate the feminine beauty of the most intelligent species in the universe, or angry and scared, please do not read this post. You must go here: Watching Grass Grow - WOW!!!!!!!!

The Ghost of Ed McMahon :
Now Introducing the internuts! Put your hats on People (Happy Friday Freaks) for the freak show has begun!

Advertisement: Now in living color the Happy Friday Post. Brought to you by Technicolor

Happy Friday
Ghost of Marlin Perkin from Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom voice over: We will show you today the dastardly deeds documented on the internuts of wild people, sane people gone wild, girls gone wild (not that video Girls Gone Wild), freaks, geeks, stories that will make you laugh, some that will make you cry at the stupidity of the human ape, music, and other things that are always a mystery.

For instance, why does the teenager skate off a roof and bust his nuts on a stair rail.

Blog Lawyers note: This post is not brought to you by Mutual of Omaha: Insurance and Annuities company. If this blog had support like that the writer hack would not have to have a real job.

Although we believe the fine company that is Mutual of Omaha: Insurance and Annuities is wonderful they do not know who the fuck Ole Blue is and will probably never know. *sigh* We can only wish because that way we would be paid in money not beer. Although beer is good.

Now our Journey begins:

Paula has left the building. One of my last linkers to keep a blog from my first year of writing her blog has gone. She was one of my first linkers, actually I think she was my first linker, so it is good that she is my last from my first year of writing on this site ( Blog Editors: Really he does not call it writing more like brain diarrhea) . Makes me wonder if I should just give it up and write my books. I will miss her. I feel so close to her yet never met her. Good bye Paula.

Let us move on.

You know I do Yoga but I do not do this: 12 Bendy Chinese Acrobats [Pics] | I Am Bored

I was doing Mixed Martial Arts before it was called Mixed Martial Arts. Now I cannot fight my way out of a wet paper bag. But I was never as good as the man in this link:
Extreme Martial Arts: Eating Molten Lead [Video] | I Am Bored

The top 10 Michael Jackson songs of all time. Where the fuck is I’ll Be There?. Yea it might have been with the Jackson Five but hey what a great song!
METERDOWN: Michael Jackson Top 10 Songs All Time

I remember watching a USO concert. The blonde on the stage looked gorgeous, tall long legs, on very high heels. I saw her on the Island taking a tour, no heals on, hair disheveled by tropical wind, she seemed much shorter. She had no make up; here USO t-shirt was too tight. She looked more beautiful at that time than at the concert stage last night.

Some people are wired for the weird. Some, because of the enlightened years did not get burned at the stake.
Sir Richard Francis Burton, Cardinal Mezzofanti, and other eminent polyglots - Boing Boing:

You hate them yet some people eat them for food:
The 5 Most Hated Creatures on the Planet (Don’t Deserve It) | Cracked.com

Many people fail in life. You just have to give it one more try. But when the government fails it fails big time.
Double Fail � FAIL Blog: Pictures and Videos of Owned, Pwnd and Fail Moments

Sure woman dig nerds…to fix their computers.
Revenge of the Nerds: Four Reasons Women Dig Geeks - DivineCaroline

People who write are in the creative class which gives the weird a B12 shot.
mental_floss Blog � Surprising Facts About 15 Bestselling Authors

Post a secret if you dare.
PostSecret

Your sex ID:
BBC - Science & Nature - Sex ID

Personality type:
BBC - Science & Nature - Human Body and Mind - Mind - What Am I Like?

BTW, the entire test really does not encompass who you really are; test are our own reality lies.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK ADULT THEMED OR JUST PLAIN WTF Sites:

I used to free climb but never like this:
Slacker Network # 400ft Cliff Climb With No Ropes - WTF?

The invisible man lurks about looking at you:
vacation time - PRICELESS Funny Pictures

YouTube - Gran Torino OST - Original Theme Song (Full)

Is it good to make fun of Rednecks? Are we not country in some sort of way? Everyone is ignorant in some way.
G33K Lite.com - Rednecks - The Simple Life..

I can not make up my mind about who is the most airbrushed hottie:
USA vs Brazil Model Showdown : COED Magazine

Would someone please date Skippy, like the peanut butter, so he is never on my computer screen again.
Date Me! at Kontraband

Damn, I love potatoes now. I wish I were firing up a potato right now.
Potato Gunner at Kontraband

NUDES AND SUCH:

Unscathed Corpse: Jakob Axelman Photography

HAT TIPS TO:
Attuworld.com; I Am Bored ; Boing Boing; Drew Curtis' FARK.com; Kontraband

HAT TIPS TO 18+ SITES:
Unscathed Corpse; CollegeHumor ; GoodShit ›; Prankies - Unadulterated Fun!; Priceless Funny Pictures

QUOTE:
"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts."- Bertrand Russell

Daily ZEN:
Daily Zen

I am a Member of the American Legion. I want to volunteer for the psyche ward in a veteran’s hospital. I have always been Hooah like that. BTW (Hey look is is an ACRONYM) some more meanings of Hooah: Hooah

Dammit forgot the pictures and videos. OK Here goes. Do not read this it is just thinking aloud. Never mind this last bit. Ignore this OK.

I have enough. Seems I am alone again. But I am cool with it this time.

Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 17:19:03 PDT

Ed McMahon died this week and Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died today.

We knew Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett were going to die soon, but Michael Jackson dieing is surprising.

I wonder how much play the myth of Celebrities Always Die in Threes. This myth is a tired old myth that hangs around like a bad cough.

Happy Hump Day Humpers!

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 20:47:26 PDT

Warning: You must have a sense of humor to see this post. If you do not have a sense of humor go here: Boring

Warning 2: This post has a couple of women in bikinis. Nothing really not safe for work. Unless you work in a church then you should not be here. Go here instead. LINK: Boring

Note: If there are any errors of anykind it is the internet's fault. We cannot be blamed.

You know when you are tired, your brain is tired, your body is tired you are just tired. Yet you do not want to go to sleep yet because you will wake up at 12:00am unable to go back to sleep then you will be even more tireder (sic) in the morning so you post an unintellible (sic) post filled with all kinds of crap because you are trying to stay awake. WTF did I just say?

Here is a hump day post OK!

It is so hot that I saw a Dallas Blonde’s lips and breast melt off

Is it me or is ABCNews.com and FOXNews.com looking more and more like a cross between a celebrity rag and the National Enquirer Magazine.

I see women wearing skirts that are so close to nothingness that I bet it was design by a Zen master.

Burger King is tired of subliminal ads and just comes out and says it!
Most Obvious Subliminal Message Ever [Pic] | I Am Bored

Back when I was young I wish the world was more like life in a Playboy magazine and now it seems like life is getting to be that way.

I never see people wearing the type of T-shirts in the following link. I must be hanging with the wrong crowds. But, that is probably a good thing. 19 More Truely Tasteless T-Shirts [Pics] | I Am Bored

I saw too beautiful women walking. I could not make up my mind which one I liked better. I ran into a light pole.

Unfortunately it is way to hot in Texas to see Swedish women.
Malm�win for topless Swedish bathers - The Local

I saw a old homeless man with calf length red hair. The wig was stringy and dirty but he seemed very proud of the wig. I said, “Nice wig.” He said. “It ain’t a wig its my hair.” I said, “I am Elvis see you later.” He said, “Sing me a song first.” I said, “The government told me not sing anymore.” He said, “Government mother fuckers.”

Physics discussion ends in skateboard attack : "A homeless man is on trial in San Mateo County on charges that he smacked a fellow transient in the face with a skateboard as the victim was engaged in a conversation about quantum physics, authorities said today."

WTF? Maybe it was a demonstration of Quantum Physics! At least our homeless people seem better educated than most of our High School students.

A young child walked up to a very obese woman next to the coffee shop. She asked the woman, “Why are you so fat.” The woman gasped, the child’s Mom almost ripped the girls arm off, two twenty year old women with nice tanned bodies giggled. The obese woman took out a brownie from a bag and started eating. I looked at the two twenty year olds, they were trying not to laugh while drinking their drinks.

The homeless man with red hair walked by, “What’s up Elvis.” He asked. “Hello Red,” I said. We exchanged waves and Red continued his wobbly walk. The two twenty year olds looked at me with puzzled looks. I smiled saying, “I used to sing.” I got up and walked away.

Pond disappears while owner walks -- themorningcall.com Dam that sucks. No wait Damn. Maybe the man should have made a dam.

I was so hot and thirsty one day I drank water out of a horse trough. Then I saw the water hose attached to the faucet in back of the horse trough. I never got sick but I neigh a lot.

Giant smoke ring hovers over theme park - Boing Boing And you too can make giant smoke rings just like the one in the video. You can scare all of your paranoid neighbors. YouTube - Smoke Rings on the Playa Burning Man 2008

An optimist sees a man with no feet and is thankful for having feet. A pessimist sees a man with no feet and curses him because the feetless man does not have to buy shoes.

GoodShit is 18+ and VNSFW › because of many nude pictures on the site. But, you will also find links to art, science, literature and much more. You will spend hours on the web site.

Strange things may happen at anytime. When strange things happen we might ask for calmer things. But when things are calm or we bored?

Happy Hump Day!

One more thing:
Geek Plates at Kontraband

THE END

Haiku - Zazen

noreply@blogger.com (Ole Blue The Heretic) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 03:39:43 PDT

Essence of the mind
Crowded mind is not nothing
Zazen rain washes