Happy Weekend

Hi Y’All !
I hope you’re enjoying the Muscleheaded Blog !

happy weekend .

I’m out of range of
a good internet connection
for a little while,
so my queue has taken
over control of the blog–
but I’ll be back soon !

In the meantime,
if you have suggestions,
questions, or submissions,
I’d love to read ’em !!!

….. and please drop me a line
or a comment if you like
what you see.

Happy Weekend Y’all !!!! .

!!! HOY !!!

The Müscleheaded Blog

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Welcome to the new home of the Müscleheaded Blog.

My name is Chris, and I’m a mature, married, Southern power-lifter who likes to hear himself write.

I’m a veteran of the U.S. Navy, a graduate of the Brown Institute, and until recently competed in Masters Strongman, although I still train hard and heavy.

Snarky humor, vintage pinups, and weirdos in the news are just a few of the things I like ……

And I’ve been known to sneak all kinds of things in this here blog.

You really never know what’s gonna be showing up next.

So, my advice would be to subscribe, and try to visit right-regular like.

My blog theme is called ‘Dusk to Dawn’, and it’s kinda appropriate, since I’m usually here in the late evening/early morning EST.

a1It’s also rather androcentric and iconoclastic—

so, if you offend easily, can’t stand sexual references, or if you just hate men,

please take a raincheck on the follow, with no hard feelings.

I don’t consider masculinity a ‘persona’ or a ‘put on’….

— it’s simply how men are, and should be.

If you don’t like the way I express that,
well, that’s tough.
See ya.

How you read my posts, whether you want to take them at face value, or whether you want to look harder, well, I leave that up to you.

Art, if that’s what it is, always means something different to the viewer than the creator… so, don’t let that worry you none.

A lot of the art featured on the Muscleheaded Blog is vintage —

I like to collect postcards and published ephemera from the early 1900’s in particular….

….. and you’ll see a lot of my collection here.

If you want to know more about the Muscleheaded Blog,
you can read my post:  ” Just What The Hell Is It All About Anyway?

You can also visit my online gym, which features articles about fitness, strength, and gym culture–
at http://muscleheadgym.wordpress.com .

I love motorcycles–
my most popular post, on British Motorcycles, is here.

I also like to write about travel…
like: ” The Beaches of St. John, USVI

Do you like vintage pin ups?
Well, we have an awful lot of posts on that subject to choose from,
but you can start here: ” The Pin Up Art of Gil Elvgren ” —

or– ” The Sensual Art of Raphael Kirchner ” .

( There’s an index on that post that will lead you to a lot of other posts about Pin Up Artists, too. )

You can read what I like to call my best general art blogs:
The Art of Maxfield Parrish
or
“The Poster Art of Leonetto Cappiello” .

You could read one of my humor blogs like:
“Weirdly Radioactive “,
Misogyny and You
or
“Advice for the Hopelessly Hopeless“.

Yeah…

I’m thinking one of those posts might let you know what you’re really letting yourself in for.

lossecannonA loose cannon?

Sure.

Hey, like it or lump it …

I never said this blog was for everyone.

Submissions are always welcome-

I’m trying very hard to make this blog interactive,

… and I love to get mail !

Please send them to carolinamuscle@outlook.com .

I sincerely appreciate visitors, and enjoy reading comments to my posts.

So, jump on and hold tight…

The only thing I’ll promise ya is a wild ride.

HOY!

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You Can’t Really Lick Leather

blondieWhile I was re-reading
another blogger’s post
about comics and
animation’s dramatis
personae running
for president,
(wait, maybe it was mine)
I suddenly was captured
by an urge to do an expose
on the secret sex lives
of cartoon characters.

‘Cause, you know….

If the real-people stars
can’t stay outta trouble —

Just imagine the kinda
kinky secrets those
cartoon guys are keeping.addams

I’m not even gonna
mention the whole
Yogi Bear,
Cindy Bear,
and an under-age and sexually confused Boo-Boo bugaboo —

Hey,
what goes on in Jellystone Park,
STAYS in Jellystone Park,
that’s my rule.

All I can tell you is
that “Mister Ranger Sir”
is more than just a
polite way of addressing that guy.

Caves make great
dungeons, ya know.a2

Sure, I know
there are
lots of people
who seem to think
that there is
too much sex on TV
now…..

But, I think those people
need to realize
an essential truth…
badidea
The terms “Too Much”
and “Sex” never really
go together in one sentence.

Never.

It’s sorta like an
oxymoron, ya know.

Ahem.

Once you start really
thinking about it,
you can’t help but
wonder a few things….. a1a1

— all that travelling around
in a van with two hot chicks, for example…

(yes, of COURSE, Velma is hot.
The quiet, smart chicks are always the most dangerous)

along with two doofy guys
and a very large dog —

chasing ‘ghosts’?

Yeah, right.

You really gotta wonder
what’s going on
with those characters
on Scooby Doo.

But, I guess
we’ll never know
the truth, huh? piggy

Wait.

I wasn’t going to do that post today.

So, the whole Kermit the Frog
and the interspecial-bestiality
thing with Miss Piggy —

— who is looking pretty
stunning in that leather gear….

 

Hey–
who wouldn’t ?

What is it, I wonder —2
that makes it look
so good on a woman?

Don’t get me started on how:
leather is not only
natural,
breathable,
comfortable
supple,
long wearing,
and fits like a
second skin thing —

but also how incredibly sexy
a woman looks wearing it.

Even a cartoon woman.

Lois Griffin knows, man.

Hoo boy, does she.

Again, though,
I’m digressing.

Or am I ?snow

I guess I should figure out, first —

whether I want to post about
sexy cartoon characters wearing leather,

about how sexy a material leather is on an actual woman,

or about some fantasy-based S&M
leather bugaboo that’s gonna need an analyst
to fully help me explain.

Mmmmmmm — leather.

Does that make me a pervert?

(Ok–
no, maybe that doesn’t-
but plenty of other things do.)a1a

Hmmm….
well,

it sure seems like I’m not
the only one who thinks that leather is sexy.

Which either means we as a culture
need to revise our social idea of what is / isn’t deviant,

Or accept the fact that
there’s just a lot of us perverts out there.

bikeEither way,
I’m fine with it, really.

I don’t necessarily see the need for a parade,

or a special national ‘leather-pervert’ day ,

Although it’d be interesting to find out
who ends up riding in the Parade Grand Marshal’s vehicle,

— and what gear they’ll be wearing.

I’m hoping for Betty Boop, personally.

Biker-chicks really know how
to wear leather with style.

Hmmm…
I guess I never did figure out
what else to post about today.

So, I guess
we’re in on this one.

Thanks to my friend Jen way up
nawth of the bunkyline for helpkitty
on several of these great images.

Thanks also to my
Left Coast buddy Katie
for this very funny picture:

Now then….

Betty.
or
Bettie ??

Hmmm….

.

bettie

.

HOY !!!!

No Static At All

Being a child of
the 1950’s and 1960’s,
I got the opportunity
to see some marvelous
technological changes
come into play
right in front of
my very nose.

I mean,
my very ears.

Frequency Modulation,
for one.

Awwww….
don’t go all
he’s going too technical for me …”

— that’s simply the
real name of what
everybody today calls F.M.

And I have to tell you,
despite all the other
interesting and cool
innovations of the day,
my favorite was
always F.M.

I guess you had to
make a long road trip,
like I often did with
my family, from Florida
to the Northeast
to see relatives,
armed only with a
funky, clunky, junky
A.M. transistor radio,
to really understand.

The A.M.
(or, Amplitude Modulation)
Band not only represents
major suckage today,
but sucked just as bad,
(and maybe even worse)
back in the 1960’s.

Nothing but fast talking,
over-emoted DJ’s babbling
a vapid stream
of un-conciousness,
playing the same 10 damn
records over and over,
not to mention the
commercials every 3 minutes —
— which really put
the ‘AD’ in AD Nauseam.

And the static —-
man, everytime you rode
into outlying metro areas,
under an overpass,
or a plane flew over,
or even turned onto
a route with high grass
on the shoulder-
the static made the
radio unlistenable.

You had no choice
but to take your
mono-earphone out
and tolerate your
brothers and sisters
whining and whingeing.

You could only hope
that one of those
BIG POWER 50,000 watt
stations would fade
in once in a while —

— like WLS in Chicago,
or WSM in Nashville.

Of course, country ain’t
exactly my thing,
but compared to listening
to my brother grousing
“ARE WE THERE YET”
4000 times in that special
staccato-falsetto he saved
for such occasions,
it was sweet music to
my ears for sure.

Then, one special day,
the girl down the street
got a new fangled
AM-FM stereo —
and I couldn’t get enough
of messing with that thing.

“F-M” you say?
Experimental, you say?
No commercials, you say?
No static, you say ?
You Don’t Say !

Of course,
I’d love to tell you
that this story had
some kinda romantic
ending, like me and
Susie ran off together
and started our own
Border-Buster
million watt FM station
playing nothing but
album-cuts off classic
rock and roll albums
and a nightly show
featuring China Valles
and some really
cool jazz, man.

But sad to say,
Susie soon took up
with the co-captain of
the JV Lacrosse team,
and I had to get
(beg/borrow/steal)
my own FM receiver.

Still, I do kinda have
my own version of a
1960’s FM station
to this day —
it’s called my IPOD.

Sometimes,
just sometimes,
mind you,
you have to say
“Thank Heaven”
for technology.

That’s my story,
and I’m sticking with it.

!!!! HOY !!!!