Thursday, November 11, 2010

Muah ha ha ha ha... It LIVES!!!

Guess who's back baby... This old dusty blog has new life, thanks to an app for my phone...

Yeah... I'm scared too.

Till a new idea blossoms...

- Kenny G.
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

What the F*ck is San Jose Thinking???

Ok... I know... Been a while.... I've had shit going on.... But, NHL fans.... Read this: LINK

... Let it sink in for a sec..... Ready... OK.

WTF? Yes. We all know I am a Red Wings fan... But even my Red and White colored glasses can see this is a stupid and shitty move.

For the record, Nabokov saved my ass a lot..... In fantasy Hockey... See, I got roped in to playing for the 2007-2008 fantasy season... And I ran the 1st half... Thank in large part to Evgeni Nabokov... So I KNOW he is a damn good goal tender....

I'm not so jaded a fan that I need to hate because he's been wearing Teal for 10 years... I'd stain several pairs of pants if Detroit picked him up in this off season... Might off set the pain Yzerman caused by going to FL.....

Long story short.... I'm praying to Odin Nabokov is wearing a winged wheel next year... But I have always been a dreamer....

- Kenny G.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

The Tarnished Knight - Redemption

Dragons... Demons... Minions of all Darkness... It did not matter, not to the Knight's blade. Regardless of the foe... They fell... As the Knight knew they must.

New strength had filled him... Strength from his Muse... And he had been renewed.

His body still ached... His armor still creaked... But He had the strength to press onward...
As His favorite quote told Him: "Courage is not a lack of fear, but the will power to still move, despite fear."... And so, the Knight moved... No matter the pain...

It did not matter what demons came his way... For His Muse, All of Hell itself would be cut down, with just Her most gentle word. To Him, She was all he could hope for... All He desired... And for Her, He would face any fate...

She calmed the emptiness in His soul... The darkness He ran from became so much lighter... The Joy the Angel had helped Him to see... The Muse made real... Made His... Making His pledge to his Muse truer each day...

Then, the day came... As He stood before His Muse... And She spoke to Him:

"You have pledged yourself to me... To be my Knight?"

"Yes, my Muse."

"... Then I pledge myself to you... To be your Muse."

Had She truly said those words? Was He lost in some forsaken dream?... No... It was real... She had found what was truly missing in His soul... And chosen to fill that need.

For the first time in ages... Longer than He could ever remember... The Knight wept... True, unashamed tears.

The Angel had spoken this way... As had others... But here, now... The Knight knew them to be true... And His soul swelled like it never had before.

For the first time in His life... The Knight felt truly at home... Truly with purpose.

Had the Fates drawn this Muse to His side, at His weakest moment, to restore Him? Had luck brought Him a gift far greater than one such as He could ever deserve? Was Mercy itself releasing Him from the burdens He had brought forth?

The reason did matter... The Muse had chosen Him... Given Him Her blessings... That is all that mattered...

If He could claim the blessings of one such as Her... Then nothing could stand in His way... He would bring glory to His Muse with all his might... It was His duty... His command... His only waking desire... He would find the way to bless His Muse... As Her love blessed Him...

... Forever More...

Friday, March 26, 2010

The Tarnished Knight: Reformations

Had it been days, years, millenia? He could not remember... Only the darkness had filled His mind since that day... When The Angel left His side.

The Knight had wandered, blindly, hopelessly... Far from what had once been Home.... To a new land, and new journey... The past far behind Him.

His heart was empty.... Soul as dark as the black stains on His cracking armor. His burden was heavy, more than He had ever know... He was lost... And falling.

Lifting His head to the horizon, He looked out at this place... The one He would now call Home... Where His life would now be bound... A small smile breaking through His stern grimmace.

The Knight knew what this place would yield: New adventures, new allies... But could it fill the hole deep inside?

Days passed, and His strength began to return to Him. A new cause called Him to action... New dragons to test His blade against. He found some sollace with His new comrades... And learned to love His new Home...

... But nothing could ever replace the loss of his Angel...

... Until one day...

He heard the call... One He had not known for a long time... The beautiful call... Of The Muse. Her words lifting His spirit, washing over His tired soul, healing wounds long since forgotten. The Muse, was unlike anything, or anyone, He had ever known... And He could only sit, and bathe in Her wonder.

She did not see it at first... This great transformation inside Him... But He knew it was there... And all flowing from Her grace... Her words... Her very being.

As if the Heavens themselves had granted Him a new life... The Knight was made new... And His heart was renewed. He watched in awe as Her very essence mended His armor... And He knew He had found what had been lost for so long...

Raising His sword to the sky, one tear rolling down His face, The Knight pledged His strength, His will.... His very soul... To His Muse... Letting the last Feather float off into the wind. As He found a Home in this new land... His heart found a Home with Her... His Muse.

... And The Knight knew peace once more.