The Friday Mailbag

The Friday
Mailbag.

A Friday
tradition since ….

Oh, ok,
I dunno if it
qualifies as
a ‘tradition’,
exactly.

Maybe a ‘habit’
would be more
appropriate, huh?

A
bad one?

Naah…

… it’s gotta be
better than
chewing tobacco
or scratching
your ass
incessantly.

Not as
rewarding,
I’ll grant you,
but….

Ahem.

Anyhoo…

we’re gonna
dip down
deep into the
proverbial
mailbag,
feel around
and see what
we come
up with.

Let’s see…..

Dark
coarse hairs?

Those sure
ain’t mine.

Now, I wonder
if it’s a demented
kinda thing that
our regular readers
would know exactly
how I know that.

Is that
what they
call T.M.I. ?

Hey, we’re totally
into sharing
around here,
ya know.

‘Sharing is caring’
and all
that rot.

No….

you can’t use
my motorcycle —

A guys’
gotta draw
the line
somewhere.

Sorry–
it seems like
we are just
dilly dallying
around ,
but the truth is
that we’re just
gonna go balls
-out- random
today.

Forget all that
stuff I’ve said
previously about
always having
some kinda
hidden topic …

This one is so
completely and
utterly random
that they’ll have
to redefine the
whole fucking
concept…..

You’ll think you’re
reading my answers
to my 11th grade
algebra tests, that’s
how seriously desultory
and scattershot we’re
going for today.

(Thanks to my old
football coach
and algebra teacher,
Mr. Murphy, for
passing me, anyway,
cause otherwise, they’d
been short a full-back,
and we mighta lost the
Division IV semi-finals
against St. Thomas
Aquinas. )

Oh yeah….

  • nobody knows
    random like yer
    old buddy
    Muscleheaded.

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!!! HOY !!!

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The Friday Mailbag

Damn it,
it seems like
everytime I
decide just to
pull stuff out
of the Mailbag
at random,
I end up
getting sucked
into some
unavoidable
vortex of barely
identifiable
topicality, usually
having some
marginal relationship
to sex.

I might start out
with completely
unrelated vintage cards
sitting in front of me,
but the temptation to
somehow make ’em all
connect the dots is
almost irresistable.

Pretty soon, I’ve
added these in, and
taken these out, and
suddenly it’s a post
about a particular
subject and not
pure higgly-piggly
at all.

What’s wrong with
haphazard
helter-skelter
stochasticism,
anyway?

Hmmmm….

Oh no.

I’m thinking
I fell into that
whole topical
trap, again —

I mean,
if one plans
to be completely
arbitrary, isn’t
that just going to
result in an erratic
post about being
non-linear?

Man, this shit’s
harder than it
sounds.

Ah well….

Back to the
non-drawing
board, I guess.

!!! HOY !!!

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The Trance Dance

Let’s play
a mind game.

Yes, it is
time once
again for the
Friday Mailbag,
but today we’ll
try something a bit
different from our
usual process.

Instead of
picking content
to match
our theme,
we’ll go for
the opposite –

– we’ll pick a pic …

( try saying that
428 times fast
without losing
count or your mind )

.. out of Ye Ole
MailBag ,
and then
see if we can
find something
interesting
to say about it.

I bet you’re
already yawning –
– yet, this idea
seems both oddly
appealing and
challenging, so
I’m willing to
throw in all my
chips and
go for it, and
why don’t you
breeze right along?

Now, the first one
don’t count,
since it’s
just a ‘grabber’ –

– but,
think back –
how did that
one grab ya ?

It didn’t make
your eyelids feel
all droopy and
stuff, did it?

Ahh well,
that happens a
lot around here,
no worries.

Eyes do get
tired, ya know.

I’m not saying
that you go
back to it, and
then stare at it,
or get any sub-
conscious ideas
from it at all…

No,
nothing
like that.

Ok-
I’ll try harder,
I promise.

Just take a nice
long deep breath.

This change of
approach is kinda
relaxing ….

Don’t you think ?

Almost like you
could just
close your eyes
and let it all go..

No big deal.

No, I’m not
trying anything….

All of my tricks
would pass right
over you; like you
don’t even notice
them.

They’re just so
routine for you –
almost boring.

The words
would slide
right over
and through
you, without
your mind
paying them
any attention
at all.

You can relax,
there’s nothing
you need to
worry about.

Ahhhh.

Kinda warm
in here, ain’t it ?

!!!  HOY !!!!

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Friday Mail Bag

We like to mix
up the vintage
post cards
on the Friday
Mail Bag,
usually….

Ya know,
maybe a general
theme without
too much
emphasis on
whether we’re
coloring between
the lines or not.

It gives us a
chance to share
some cool/strange
stuff that doesn’t
make the other
regular categories
of posts on this
blog for one
reason
or another…..

Then,
sometimes,
we shake the
whole damn
thing up and
it actually makes
sense as a cohesive
package once in a
while.

But since we don’t
want THAT to ever
become a habit
around here
(Heaven Forbid)
we’ll start trying to
do better about
keeping the Friday
Mailbag as free of
coherence and
congruity as possible.

(Which isn’t really
hard for us, truthfully)

Incoherence can
be a real blessing
sometimes when
you think about it.

Still….
there may be
some minor
method to
our madness,
yet.

!!! HOY !!!

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Friday Mailbag

Once in a while,
I like to unleash
the wilder, more
agrestal side of
our mailbag —

– funny stuff
that will
bewilder
the box builders,
perplex
the parochials,
buckle
the unbendables,
and perv up
the perpendiculars.

These are
submissions
from our dear
readers that
doesn’t really
qualify as
‘postcards’
or even ‘vintage’
sometimes, but
still makes me
laugh –

— and I hope
that quality is
infectious  —

( although not
at all like that
stomach bug
which seems to
be making the
rounds at work
right now ).

Of course,
what might
seem uproariously
funny to me might
leave other folks
limp and flat,
(which can be a
very unfortunate
affliction, ya know)
but there are
always things
that you
can try for that…

I mean,
just sayin.

And depending
on your
interpretation,
some of these
might even
have a double
meaning a bit
like that previous
sentence.

Cause we’re
nothing
around here
if it isn’t
subtle.

Ummmmm…
yeah.

For those bluenoses
who are concerned
about such things,
remember our latest
motto :

Integer vitae
scelerisque purus.

Yep,
and that’s us
in a nutshell.

!!! HOY !!!

The Super-Mailbag

little pullIt’s
incredible.

It’s
unbelievable.

It’s more bang in
your bag than ever
before.

It can’t be stated
too strongly —

Well,
ok…..

It’s probably
more startling behind
in the level of
our hyperbolic
overstatement
and self-promotion
to any one not
used to how
we do things
around here,
I will freely ohboy
admit.

But there’s
nothing
wrong with
enthusiasm,
right ?

If we embellish
on and on aboutcarryon
just how thrilling
it all is,
well,
maybe,
just maybe
that’s how
it will
end up ,
who knows?

It’s what you
might call
the ultimate
in positive
thinking.

So,
drum roll
please.bikini

It’s
our
super-terrific,
multi-orgasmic,
Friday
Mail Bag post.

Yeah,
ok, so
maybe
that
last part
was a bit
over
the top.

Just call
me
excitable.
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!!! HOY !!!

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Friday Mailbag

I dunno about you,
but the weeks are
just flying by around
here.

I’m beginning to
think that if this
continues…..

I’m gonna
start getting
old.

And
we can’t
have that, man.

Anyhooo —

Although it seems
like we just posted
our Sunday Morning
Music thing –

It’s somehow
already
Friday, again ,
and time
again for
our weekly
raid on the
trusty ole
Muscleheaded
Mailbag.

I’m just gonna pull
some stuff out totally
at random…

…. so please don’t expect
that the cards are gonna
end up making any kind
of sense as a package.

Hey, random’s
fun sometimes.

I don’t recommend
the whole random
thing in situations
where fluids
or genetic material
are exchanged,
of course…..

Selective
is a very good
thing in those
situations.

Remember
what they
taught us
in ‘health’
class.

Well,
what they
taught you
– me,
I skipped
that class
after they
started
showing
‘those’ films.

I was half afraid
somebody’d
recognize
me in one
of them.

Ahem.

Enjoy
your Friday,
and
our
Friday post !!!!!

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!!! HOY !!!

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