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.
.

!!! 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 !!!!!

.

!!! HOY !!!

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Fridayz Mail Bag

Hello there
all you groovy
people …….

The mail is in,
and we’ve got
plenty of great
vintage stuff to
share with y’all
today.

No matter what
you or I might
be going through
in our lives, it’s
always fun to step
back and see how
our predecessors
communicated —

– and postcards
were a great
way to do that.

And sometimes
your guess on
what they meant
is as good as mine.

But there other
times when
there’s nothing
all that
complicated
about what’s
going on,
at all.

The almost infinite
variety of these
things keeps them
interesting and fun.

We’re gonna
mix it up, like
we are wont to
do around here
on mailbag
Fridays,

–but you never
know, we might
sneak a theme
in there on ya,
you never can
tell.

Hey,
if you bored
with the mailbag,
you can always
click on the links
I’ve snuck into the
text today —

— they’re all a small
part of what we
around here like
to call the worst of
the Muscleheaded
Blog.

You could easily
waste the better
part of a weekend
that way —

or maybe you got
something better
to do, I dunno.

Either way,
HAVE FUN !!!!

!!! HOY !!!

Bag Bag Bag, The Bag Is The Word

Don’t ask me
what that title
is supposed to
mean, man,
’cause I got
no idea ;

but I can tell you
how it was chosen.

Yep.

I’ve got the Ramones’
version of “Surfin Bird
rattlin’ around in
the back of my
poor, empty head –

– it has been all
damned morning.

And it’s Friday,
hence the mailbag
reference.

But like the
original song,
done back in
1963 by a
group called the
Trashmen” –

— the obviously
deep philosophical
meaning still kinda
eludes me,
somehow.

Maybe that’s to be
expected from a
surf-rock classic
written by a bunch
of guys from the city
of Minneapolis
( the surfing capital
of the Great Lakes? ).

And of course,
I do get the
abstruse significance
of the “Papa-Oom-
Mow-Mow”
part…

I mean,
who doesn’t ?

But it sure sounds
like they stole that
part from the
Rivingtons
don’t it ?

There were actually
several R&B songs
in the early 1960’s
that used similar
word play, and 
there was an awful
lot of that kinda
‘borrowing’ in the
music biz ……

So, when you’re
listening to
“Surfin’ Bird”,
you’re actually
listening to an
amalgam of
different musical
ideas.

Maybe not art,
but FUN,
anyway.

Ah well…..

– the bird
really still
is the word,
ya know.

But surfin’
dogs are much,
much cooler.

!! HOY !!

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Friday Friday Friday Mailbag

It’s so good
we had to
repeat it
3 times….

Yes, it’s the
Friday Friday Friday
Mailbag.

Considering
we’re not
prone to
exaggeration
around here …

( not much )

You know it’s
just gotta be
good enough
to make you
wanna skip
the novena
and
start a brand
new bad habit
of some kind.

(Everybody
needs a vice
now and then. )

Just ” don’t slap
your mamma. “

I don’t understand
that expression.

Cause she would
kick my ass if I
tried that.

But I don’t think it’s
supposed to be
taken all that
literally, anyway.

It’s just another
one of those things
vapid people with
limited vocabularies
say when they’re
trying to sound
overwhelmed with
rhetorical enthusiasm.

Like:

” This BBQ is so good 
it makes ya wanna 
slap your momma. “

All I know, is it’s
awful hard to eat
ribs when your
teeth have been
slapped in
by a mad mother.

Take my advice –

Don’t get
those mothas
mad at you,
man.

.

!!! HOY !!!