Soft Soaping

No Soap.

Soap Opera.

Don’t Drop The Soap.

Soap On A Rope.

Soap Scum.

Soft Soap.

All Soaped Up.

Soap Party.

Soap Poisoning.

99.4 % Pure Soap.

Soap Dodger.

If there’s no suds,
there’s no soap.

Soap Bubbles.

Mark Twain
said that :

” Soap and
are not as
sudden as a
but they are
more deadly
in the
long run. “

Soap is one
of those
things that
every aspect
of our
daily lives in
some way,
and certainly
as part
of our daily

That doesn’t
mean that
we’re all
that squeaky
of course —

– as the writer
G.K. Chesterton

” Man does not
by soap
alone; and

hygiene, or
even health,

is not much
good unless

you can take
a healthy

view of it or,
better still,

feel a healthy

to it. “

Soap’s a
pretty simple
thing, really —
a little fat,
a little salt.

You kinda
take it for
granted, unless,
of course, someone
you know really
does take it for

— cause you’ll
quickly notice
the absence
of it’s use.

Still, soap
can make
for an
subject for
a blog post,
as we’re
to prove
today here
on the

… by
soap bubbles
of our own.

Let us
how we did.

!!! HOY !!!


Maurice Milliere



Our Friday Mailbag Post

The words ‘big brother’
can elicit an interesting
variety of reactions from

Any fan of 1970’s
rock and roll will
remember the
opening verse to
Rare Earth’s hit song :
” Hey Big Brother ! ”

Or Janis Joplin’s original
band ” Big Brother and
The Holding Company”.

Of course, the original
allusion was from
George Orwell’s seminal
book about a potential
fascist future:
1984 ” ….

Oh, you didn’t think
I was referring to
Van Halen‘s best
album by the same
name, did ya ?

While we’re playing
connect the musical
dots, I guess we can’t
leave off War’s
Me And Baby Brother ” ,
which, at the very least,
will take me back to my
original thought pattern,

I was a
big brother,
myself —

– and it was
a hard job,
believe it or not.

You’d be amazed how
many times I ended up
fighting guys that I
personally liked for
picking on my younger

The oldest always
gets the blame
when something
goes wrong,
is charged with
running off
suitors for sisters,
and always
the harshest
because he
‘ought to
know better ‘.

Parents always try
out stuff on the
oldest first – to learn
from their mistakes.

But I’m not kickin’
about it –

I never had to wear
deal with a
reputation in school
that preceded from
an elder…. (me).

I was bigger,
and faster,
so I had a
better chance of
grabbing seconds
at the dinner table..
(when there were
seconds, that is… )

today’s mailbag is
all about the
dynamic that is
being a sibling.


!!! HOY !!!






Photo Boothing

My buddy Jen sent
me a funny picture
of a couple of dogs
mugging in one of
those coin-operated
automated photo
booths, and it got
me to thinking-

(always a
dangerous thing)

— just how many
hilarious examples
of this kinda thing
must be
out there

I guess it
must be true,
cause you can
do some really
goofy stuff in
front of a camera
in 5 second intervals.

Hell, I’ve been
known to participate
in some pretty silly
photo booth high jinks
myself when they were
still popular in arcades
and such.

Of course,
that required
pain-staking research,
searching every nook
and cranny of the
interwebs and stuff,
anything for
our readers, right ?

Well, here’s
the thing.

Most of the vintage
photo sets from
4 for a quarter
photo booths
that I found were
kinda lame…..

(with a few

People skewing up
their faces, bugging
their eye balls, and
making obscene
gestures is pretty
much par for the

Not that
I have any
issue with any
of that-

– it just so
that I hold
an advanced
degree in

….. but it’s just
not something
that would make
for all that thrilling
of a post,
if you get
my drift.

You seen
one middle
finger, you
seen em all.

But never fear —

( notwithstanding
how really slow
I was in
realizing it ) –

we did finally
figure out
that those
old fashioned
backdrop shots
that they used
to sell at the
zoos, and
in amusement parks
could get pretty risque
or downright bizarre…

— especially those
from around
World War II.

Folks would simply
stick their head
or other appendages
into cut-outs on the

the camera
would click,
the light
would flash,
and – presto –
instant humiliation
stored on photo
emulsion paper.

Who wouldn’t
want ten
of that,
I ask you ?

Of course,
folks had a
much better
sense of humor
back then…….

And they hadn’t
learned yet the
truth of the now
defunct rule 74 –

– that if you
look like
you’re naked
or are doing
naughty in
a picture,
even if it
ain’t really
you, for all
practical purposes,
you are,
and for all time.

Don’t I know it.

(Rule 74 was
officially replaced
in the early
2000’s by :
Rule 74-R
which states that
unless you’re doing
so completely out
there while you’re
naked , (or a politico
or celebrity), that
makes it stand out
from the trillions
of other naked
pics floating
on the internet
there’s a very
strong chance
that nobody will
even see it. )


I honestly
don’t know
which version
of that rule that
I like least, but

For those
of you who
tuned in to
see the funny
photo strips….

if you’ve
got any:

just send em along
in care of this here
blog, we’ll still do
it on another post.

I just didn’t
have near
enough good
ones to make
a whole post

And I do like
these vintage
‘cut-out’ shots 
a whole lot better
that the photo strips
I ended up not using.

It comes down
to simply this :

a detour
will get ya
ya where you’re
going somewhere
faster than the
main road.

Not often,
I grant ya.


!!! HOY !!!


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Friday Mailbag

No matter how
unpleasant a subject
you might choose,
there have been
plenty of vintage
postcards produced
about it.

Take our
general theme

– divorce –

a disagreeable,
kinda thing
to have to deal with,
I guess, but
thought it would be a
good idea to send
another person one
of these postcards.


well, with
friends like
that, etc, etc, etc.

But they certainly
are interesting cards-
so, it’s not like I
couldn’t still post em.

So, instead of dwelling
on what for most folks
is a pretty depressing

Our text for the
mailbag today will
have nothing at all
to do with the
illustrations, and
deal instead with
one of those TV
items I often
do like to
talk about :

The choice of Rowan
Atkinson (Mr. Bean)
to play fictional French
Inspector Jules Maigret
in the recent British
(ITV) series.

Brilliant casting,
if you ask me,
absolutely brilliant.

No fan of the
previous Inspector
Maigret series
(especially the wonderful
1990’s production with
Michael Gambon  )
woulda seen
that coming –

and yet,
it works.

The world-weary
detective in Georges
Simenon’s books
wasn’t all that effusive
to begin with –

— his characteristics
were those of
a thoughtful,
careful, committed,
experienced and
cerebral officer –
and, Atkinson slides into
the role perfectly.

His relationship with
Madame Maigret
(Lucy Cohu) and
his Police associates
is also spot on.

There are two series,
each with two episodes,
and make highly
recommended viewing,
and stay surprisingly
close to Simenon’s

They currently
are available
on a Roku service
called “BritBox”
in the United States.

You might be able 
to access them on
YouTube as well,
I dunno.

But you should
definitely check
it out.

!!! HOY !!!



Choosing to
express yourself
when you’re
feeling completely
under stress can be
a dangerous activity

You might
be just
thinking –
hey, I’ll let
off a little steam
” –
but you could
be telling the
whole world
stuff you had no
intention of ever
disclosing even to
your closest friends,
never mind letting it
get carried away into
the wild blue yonder
on a permanent
virtual cloud.

Interesting choice
for a name of a
universally linked
database system ,
isn’t it?

So light,
fluffy and
wispy, and
hurt a soul.

So safe
and secure…
who ever heard
of anybody ever
falling off a
cloud, right?


Just think about
that the next
time lightning
zaps your TV
or a tornado
whips through the

Clouds do that.

I often wonder if
the total lack of
concerns about
privacy these days
isn’t some sort of
mass social denial
that we all aren’t
just becoming tiny
cogs in the damn

you know
the machine –

– the one that takes
all your stupid choices,
weaknesses, records,
personal characteristics
and vital statistics to
mash it all up into
what future generations
will use to entertain
them on cold winter
nights when they’ve
seen every grumpy
cat video at least
fifteen times, or their
neural net is giving
them a big
ERROR 404 .

” Look at this guy –
he’s about to step
off the board and
fall through
the roof

of the attic.
there he goes. 

Wow, what a
2 inch
bounce off that

cement floor….
and look at all that
stuff that fell with him.
I love the way he breaks
every one of those book
shelves on the way down.
Let’s watch that again. ” 




Really Awful Album Covers

Yes, friends.

I know that it’s been
a while since we posted
on this subject, and
you’ve been very kind
in helping me build up
my collection –

So, today,
we’ve got
another episode
of terribly
conceived and
awfully executed
album covers.

(some of them
were 45’s)

I’ve had to
verify them
as authentic first,
(fakes abound
these days ) ,
which does very
little to explain
why it’s taken
so damn long
to post em….

we’re doing
it now, and
I apologize
for the delay,
cause these really
are everything
one would expect out
of lame record
cover art.

Incidentally, for those
of you who have never
had the displeasure of
viewing our previous
posts on the subject,
well, here’s a link or
two to get you started
on your catchin‘ up.

( You might take
some Pepto first,
or you may
be throwin‘ up,
instead. )

And now,
into the
abyss beyond.

(Ilona Staller)
was once a big
international celebrity,
and a member of the
Italian Parliament,
believe it or not,
and this ’45 cover
isn’t exactly indicative
of her best work….

wait a minute….
maybe it is,
come to think of it.

I kinda hate to list
this next one, really…
because I own this
album, and think a
lot of the guy who
did it.

Freddy Morgan was
the crazy banjo player
in Spike Jones’ City
Slickers and really
could PLAY, man.

Still, you gotta admit,
the guy had a smile
that would curdle buttermilk.

Speaking of milk….. 

The Moving Gelatine Plates
were a 1970’s French
fusion-jazz-rock band
that borrowed their name
from a reference in John
Steinbeck’s “Travels With
Charley “.

This was their second album
” The World of Genius Hans “.

It’s a shame it wasn’t
more about a genius
graphic designer.

It’s kinda rule around here
when it comes to bad album
cover posts —

we must have a couple
of strange covers from
exotic far off places……

So’s how about one from
a Hungarian Opera singer ?

Sure- her name
was Márta Szirmai
and she really did
have a voice.

She was also
apparently allergic
to cats — hence,
the blow up version.

So, you ask….
why the cat
theme at all?

I just don’t know.

Why don’t you ask
this next guy….

He’s a self declared
expert on the gender.

Kenneth Haigh was
a British actor, and
certainly was popular
with the ladies in the
1960’s, cravat and all.

Another ‘rule’ about
these posts has to do
with Holy Roller LP’s…

They’re invariably bad,
and make very easy
targets usually…….

This one cracks me up
more for the content —

“I’ve Tasted The Lord
and I Know The Lord
Is Good ” ?

is that one title or two?

Just wonderin.

And since we’re talking
about Holy Roller albums,
I think this next one is a
prime example why they’re
such an easy target —

The question is obviously
a rhetorical one, since no
wool product appears
anywhere —

Hey, what kinda animal
do they get Polyester
from, anyway?

!!! HOY !!!