Happy Weekend Y’all !!!!

happy weekend .
Hi !
I hope you’re enjoying the Muscleheaded Blog !

To our regular readers:
It’s been pretty busy around here,
and I’m out of town for the next few days — 

but I will catch on my reading of your blogs, I promise !

My queue now takes over until the wee early hours on Wednesday.

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 !!!! .

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 currently compete in Masters Strongman.

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
“The Poster Art of Leonetto Cappiello” .

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


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

lossecannonA loose cannon?


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.


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Rust In Pieces

gyganI don’t know how to preface this post,

…..’cause I’m kinda ambivalent
about any technology having to do with vintage robots.

On the one hand,

I have a secret admiration
for the wherewithal required
of the engineers involved ,

But on the other,
I have always had
a sneaking suspicion
that these people were working
to replace us with their damnable gadgets.

And of course, looking at today’s economy,
….. I can see how true that statement really is.gygan

But this robot wasn’t just stealing jobs–
—– he could get his share of hotties, too.

It’s just another case of:
Robots Stealing Our Women,
…… dammit.

This nine foot tall, 1000 pound robot
from the mid 1950’s was called “Gygan”.

The brain child of Italian engineer Piero Fiorito…

The monster was an amazing accomplishment
considering the materials Fiorito had to work with —

— mostly adapted parts from “Meccano” sets.

( a British construction toy,
…. similar, but more versatile, b1
than “Erector Sets” in the U.S.)

Gygan could respond to voice commands—
— at a range of one mile.

He got all kinds of press coverage at the time,
…. containing all his pertinent facts —

He actually got fan mail —
Bags and bags of it.

Mostly from women.

— and, of course–
No media blitz would be complete without pictures —

gygan-giant-retro-robot And Gygan’s was no exception.

There were pics with Gygan:
testing his strength,
raising and lowering his arms,
grasping stuff with his claws,
crushing cans,
doing 20 pound curls (for the girls),

……. and moving several other parts independently.

What parts, I dunno….,
…… but he could also pick up women with ease.

Maybe it’s the size of the aluminum kilt he’s wearing.

I can’t figure it,
basing it purely on the size of that skirt, though…

Well, I assume it’s sorta like what Tom Arnold said,
when defending the size of his schwanzstucker (look it up)
from Roseanne Barr’s post-divorce insults:interiorgygan

” Even a 747 would look small inside the Grand Canyon “



Gygan was made up of over 300,000 parts,
including 13 electric motors,
170 valves, more than 50 relays,

— and ran on a 28 volt battery
which could energize him for about 280 minutes..

About 4 hours.

That capacity also seemed to make him
very popular with the ladies at the time. gygandance


Redheads especially, apparently.

As I said…
I suspect foul play, man.


Just as a little post script
to this story,
for all you engineering freaks,
and, of course,
those ladies who are looking to v2
replace their fella with something a little more durable……

Gygan ( also known as Cygan )
sold for $27,000 at the Christies’ Auction.

But, his rare, irreplaceable electronic gizzards
were nowhere to be found,

…… so he is out of the lady killer business,

Long may he rust in peace.



Elsie A. Gidlow says:

and lie with me and love me,
Touch me with your hands a little,
Kiss me, as you lean above me,
With your cold, sadistic kisses;
Wind your hair close, close around me,
Pain might dissipate this blankness;
Hurt me even, even wound me;
I have need of love that stings.
Come and lie with me and love me,
So that I can laugh at things.

Takin’ A Peek

1901Hiya, Gang !!!!!

Time for another peek
into our dusty, crusty mail bag —
to see what treasures
our readers have sent us
so far this week.

I’m reaching down much deeper than usual….

Sometimes you never know what cool stuff you’ll find,
when you hit the bottom,
ya know.

Ain’t THAT the truth, man.bonoc

As usual,
I’m going to pretend
that there is some kind of theme
that ties all these old vintage postcards together.

In this case,

it’s a concept called “Peek A Boo”.

Sure, some people’s version
might be called voyeurism,

but little babies are also still
quite fond of the game, I understand.

you can’t hold me responsible
if we all get a little confused
about the idea, is all I’m saying.

We all sneak a peek at things
we’re curious about or think we want, at times…..

It can be an irresistible impulse. snow

It depends on the circumstances, I guess.

It can be fun and alluring.

It can be interesting and educational.

It can also be dangerous and taboo.

Sometimes, that curiosity killed the cat thing can really mess you up.

It certainly can much be more complicated than a creepy dude gaping at a girl half his age,

….. although sometimes that’s EXACTLY what it is.bath

But, while a fella tactfully watching a pretty girl straighten her stockings seems perfectly in line with reasonable masculine conduct —
( I wish I had a nickel )

And I get the distinct impression that when that 30-something lady in my office who wears very low cut blouses leans down beside my desk to pick up lint off the floor, that she would be downright disappointed if I didn’t, at the very least, take a micro-second’s worth of a glance.

On the other hand,
if we’re talking about the whole ‘Peeping Tom’ side of things,

tomI’ll admit I find it a bit ungentlemanly,
-when uninvited- ,

and, it’s sometimes hard for some folks to know just what does constitute a proper invitation.


I guess you could always just wait for the pics to show up on the internet, I dunno.

These days, it won’t take all that long.

There’s also the problem of potential over-stimulation, ya know….

One can easily overdose on forbidden fruit.

And I can think of about a gazillion things I’d rather get arrested for, than being a Peeping Tom.

I know even our forefathers had some difficulty defining where ‘girl watching’ ends,

and where being a ‘horny ole pervert’ begins.

Although I guess I would have preferred the title of ‘passionate middle aged sex fiend’, personally.