Pull My String

muPull Da String !

One thing is for certain…….

I’m easily amused.

And even more
easily distracted.

I must be,
man.

A good friend
of mine
( Hiya C )
has suggested
another post
on puppets…….mule

Now, if you
haven’t been
keeping track,

(shame on you)

I’ve posted a couple
of different thingsrabbit
about puppets
over the years
that the Muscleheaded
Blog has been on
Wordpress……

( like this one,
— or this one )

And while I thoughthandshadow
that all those posts
were pretty
semi-amusing,

they really didn’t
nearly cover
all the special nonsense,
niceties and nuances
that the weird world
of puppetsduck
has to offer.

And frankly,
I’m betting
that neither
will this one.

It’s funny ….camel
— just how
blogging works,
ya know.

As a practical matter,
you’d think that all
you’d have to do
is start writing about a subject,runci
and it’d be pretty easy
to end up with a cohesive
and intelligible product.

And maybe it does work
that way for some people.

But for me, with my
sempiternally short
attention span,
(sure it’s a word –
— look it up)
it’s hard to stay on track —

there’s so many directionsexhibit
that this post could take —

— even on a
relatively mindless
subject such as puppets.

I mean,
what’s a puppet anyway,
but something
that you either
shove your finger/hand up into –

… umm…
steady on, now….

— or something you control
with strings, levers,
poles, etc.fantasia

Simple things…..

— hey, you could even
make a bunch of puppets
out of nothing but light
and a couple of digits.

Which brings me to
the original direction
that this post was
going to take …..

how to make
shadow puppets….

that is, earlebergey
before all the pin ups
featuring puppets
starting wrecking havoc
with my imagination.

Hey,
dammit,
I’m sorry,
I really am.

Sure —
I coulda
stuck strictly
to the subject at hand….

(yeah, puppet-pun humor)fionastephensopn

but, I have my integrity
as a dirty minded
Musclehead to consider.

You cannot possibly hope
to understand
just how convoluted
it got around here —

as I tried to
boil this post down
to something

that would makeelvgre
a bit of sense.

I’m not talking
Pulitzer Prize, now….

Well, if they insisted,
I guess I’d accept,
but….

So anyhoo…

As the man said,
what you see
is what you get.

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HOY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

elvgren

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They Think You’re Crazy Anyway

Smile.

The truth is that
the downsides
of life never hurt
as bad as they can
until you forget
how to smile.

I dunno where I
first heard that,
but it rings true
more as I get
older than ever.

Smiling through
pain, heartache,
criticism, stress,
and life’s various
and sundry
difficulties not
only ends up making
you happier, but
gives you a better
chance at successfully
coming out the other
side.

I don’t think
it works on
Doctor Death,
but hell, I’m
gonna try it
when I eventually
run into him.

I figure,
what do I got
to lose ?

It’s sorta like
jumping right
before a runaway
elevator hits the
bottom floor…
no sense worrying
about your knees
in that situation,
is there?

Turn up the music
and turn on the smile.

Pass the Bourbon,
the Absinthe, or
the Bacardi and
lime.

Invite your friends-
and have a party.
( I’ll be right over )

Not that it’s easy
to keep smiling when
the landlord’s revoking
your lease for playing
your music too loud,
your liquor cabinet has
now been emptied of
it’s contents by your
constant partying,
your car’s being
repossessed by
the Pep Boys, and
the IRS has decided
to use your tax refund
to help solve the
national debt ;

— man,
I totally relate.

Just forget all
that for a mo —

and remember how
weird-ed out other
folks get when you
shouldn’t be
smiling,
but are, anyway.

No matter what
they say at that point,
they’re always gonna
think you’re at least
half-crazy, and I find,
at least, that the
world’s a lot easier
to deal with when
everybody believes
that.

If it’s somebody at
work or a relative is
getting under your skin
while you’re trying to
cope, just try to
imagine them
being in the same
situation you are,
and then totally
screwing the pooch
emotionally, mentally,
and physically.

Even imagining them
accidentally wetting
themselves is not
out of the question-

-hey, desperate times
call for desperate
measures, ya know.

If that don’t make
you laugh, well,
you’re just
no fun
anymore.

!!! HOY !!!

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Take A Swing

swingHappy Wednesday.

I was browsing my
postcard collection
the other day,

and happened
to notice an
interesting phenomena —

(well, to me, anyway)

— the plethora of cards
dealing with pretty girls
in/on garden swings.

I wondered,
if maybe,
perhaps,
it was just
a resultim-getting-the-swing-of-things-here-posted-1913-vintage-comic-postcard-1784ffe4e6cd85266cd83040a181997a
of a peculiarity
in my personal
collecting
propensities……

After all,
I’ve really
got nothing
against pretty girls
on postcards doing
just about anything,

and the typical garden
or porch type swing
does offer up
certain opportunities
for …

…. well,a1
wait a minute,
now…..

I already got
called a ‘perv’
once this week,

I know the lady
in question meant it
as a joke, and I took
it that way, I did…

In the best
possible way.

So, I’m just using it
as a cheap gimmick
to drive a post write…

although I certainly
don’t think being
a perv is a bad thing,
or could ever
take it as an insult…

— at least at
my age 😀

Ahem. summer

A man finds a
good imagination
key to keeping
his interests
in life and love alive–

— and his hormone
levels up —

cause you never know
when a situation
could arise to
make that sorta
thing useful .

Here’s hopin,
anyway.

And, hey-
they don’t even
pay me a2for
writing this
convoluted
and chaotic blog —

so you gotta take
ideas and inspiration
where you find it
sometimes, man.

But,

Be that
as it may–

let me
pick my way
a little more
carefully through
this one…..a5

Apparently,
a large number of
vintage postcards
have been issued
on this very theme —

— the common
‘swing’ —
over the years.

Oh.1910

Just imagine that.

Notwithstanding
all of the
other stuff
a person,
or persons,
could use
to accommodate
their swinging
lifestyle ….

like the half moon,
(or a full moon,
for that matter)
the stars at night,
a low hanging balcony,
the saddle of a live
bucking bronco,
the music of
a bad-ass big-band,
a hanging log,
even a fishing line,

— or for that matter,
any one of a number
of other implements…..

It seems that the
simple garden
swing is king.

As we’ve
already discussed,
I’ve decided to spare
y’all the lecture —

without explaining
all of the possible
permutationsa3
of what went
into the popularity
of these cards,

… including all of the
obvious things
that might naturally
occur to any
healthy,
mature-minded perv —

I’ll just leave it
with the symbolism
involved —

you know,
from the perspective
of the swingee —

freedom
from the usuala667
earth-bound
gravitational
considerations,

the simulation
of flight,

and the value of a
strong, cool
vertical breeze
on a hot day….ne

All that.

We will not discuss
the implications
to the viewer
of said swingee.

You know,
—-  all them
pervs to whom
they sold all
those cards to,
originally.

I,
quite obviously,
being a leading one.

HOY !!!!!!

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artfrahm

Friday’s Mailbag – Give Until It Hurts

spaceIt’s usually feast
or famine
for picture
submissions
in the mailbag —

Either,
I’ve got
nothing in there,

— or I’ve got so
much good stuff
I don’t know
where to start.

Right now,

I’ve got a mess
of fascinating pics
and postcards,

from SC.,
from VA ,
nouveau

Carolyn
( this post was also
partly her idea ),

Katie
( totally responsible
for most of the
dirty references-
just kidding )

and Ropey
( yeah, bananas
and biscuits, my ass ) – –

I want to thank everybodypetmonkey
who has submitted stuff,

and especially those
four folks —

— and to encourage
everybody
to send MORE:

mailto:
carolinamuscle@outlook.com

Cause everybody knows
that more IZ better.iam

(Ok ,
maybe not absolutely-
-everytime-always. )

And your item
doesn’t have to
be a postcard,
or have a double
entendre,
be sexy,
or some weird
bizarre feature, either.aktablets

Sometimes,
a great submission
can simply be UNIQUE…

Or,

It can scream :

hey —

just what the fuck
is going on here ??????

Ummm….

yeah.
happydream
Today’s batch gives
me a very cool
opportunity to
use some really
neat-o submissions,

that probably wouldn’t find
a place on here otherwise,

— this being a pretty
smart-alecky kinda
blog usually —

and pursue my
dream of making
this thing of ours
a bit more interactive
at the same time.

With all the old
postcards and stuff
I’ve been getting lately,valetinesfuneral

I had gotten
to wonderin’ —

Just how much/far back
can one see into the past
by looking at them ?

There are all kinds of
interesting aspects to these pics,
— for me, anyway…..

I’ll give you an
example of what I mean.

( and of course,
— I’d pick a suggestive one )

Here’s an antiquebanana
French postcard–

—  featuring the
various ways
a beautiful woman
could choose
to savor a banana.

And,

if that one
doesn’t take you
out of your sense
of time and place
sufficiently…..

Here’s another one:

about how she shouldbiscuit
eat lady finger cookies.

Just to cover the whole gamut
of lewd food, ya know.

Now, there’s
all kinds of spins
you could put on
that, right?

….. like,

exactly WHO would you
SEND that card to, and why.party

—whether it wouldn’t
make a good substitute
for a Valentines Day card—

Or, maybe it’d make
a pretty kinky invitation
to even a kinkier party,

Who knows.

Perhaps I just got
a dirty mind.

And truthfully,
I’m much more interested
in what details/inferenceslivewire
that the readers of the
Muscleheaded Blog would pick out.

So, I would very
much like
to hear from you
in comments —

Pick out one or
two of your favorites
— tell me:

What do YOU see ?bananas

What kind of caption would you add?

What questions does it inspire?

What kind of things
can you assume
from the picture?

What’s most
appealing about it?

That kinda thing.drunk

I was gonna number the pictures,

— so you’d have some reference point,

but then, I figured:

it’d be more fun to see
how you described
which picture you
were talking about….

——– so, you’re
on your own, pal.

HOY!

norm

 

Friday Mailbag

Hey
LA
Hey
LA
My
Mailbags
Back !

Yes,
friends, there’s
one inescapable
feature of Fridays,

– other than that
ubiquitous
urge to run
screaming down
the street nekkid
waving your arms
around like a
lunatic –

( an urge I get
more often than
just once a week,
I will admit )

– is the wonderful
Muscleheaded Blog
tradition of Ye Ole
Mailbag –

-wherein my friends
and readers send in
a lot of cool shit to
be shared with
everybody who
wants some.

And let’s
face it,
everybody
wants some.

I’ve been receiving
some groovy stuff
from a friend who’s
on the road up Nawth
somewhere, and it is
too good not to share –

– she’s got a
serious eye
for vintage-anything,
and that comes
through in these,
for sure-

— along, of course,
with her fabulous
sense of humor.

You might pick up
on a vague theme
here from the cards,
and maybe it’s simply
got to do with the
lady in question
being one hot
mama.

As if there was
any doubt.

!! HOY !!

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