how your memory works —
The stuff you end up connecting
to specific events, people, places, and things.
Something I remember,
despite it being many years ago….
not the damn dinosaur–
how old do ya think I am,
for crying out loud?)
On New Years Eve,
when I was still in boot camp,
where I had spent Thanksgiving,
and Christmas that year too…)
I remember how lonely we all felt…
….. and how excited we’d get
when it was time for ‘mail call’.
It meant we could take a break from the training,
….. and read a much-needed letter of inspiration
from the folks back home–
Some guys got cookies,
love letters, etc.
I got postcards.
.. any signs of life from the outside world
was encouraging, I guess.
And it’s just like that around here,
at the Muscleheaded Blog.
I always love to get submissions —
— and postcards make up a huge part of that.
So, they’re usually a little weird.
There’s only three possible explanations for why that is :
1) My readers are weird.
2) I’m weird.
3) Both my readers and I are weird.
I’m leaning to the third one,
And I always say
” REVEL in your WEIRDNESS “.
I like to encourage it,
whenever and wherever I find it —
— without it, life would be nothing
but work, sleep, eat, and yawning.
Plenty of yawning.
That’s what we’re gonna do today.
(No, not yawning. )
— in some very weird postcards from my readers.
your idea of weird,
and my idea of weird,
might be separated by a huge gulf
of differing perception and definition.
I’ve often wondered
just what characteristics
go into making something really weird…..
It could be that it’s just out of place with it’s surroundings.
Perhaps it didn’t start out all that weird at all,
when it was first printed,
—- but just got weird
as a consequence of time passing, and things changing.
on these cards,
maybe not so much.
I get the feeling these things would be weird anywhere,
and at any time.
Sorta like this blog, huh?
— you know our rule.
You remember ….
that stuff about
‘revel in your weird’ and all ..
do you got a short memory, weirdo. 😀
I’m reserving comment on most of these cards,
there are no real dinosaurs to see,
no matter how much you’re willing to spend
at the Rock City gift shop…..
( … despite what they might tell you on the billboards )
the ‘strangling a mannequin while wishing you a Merry Christmas’ card
that I got from Katie wouldn’t really put one
in a comfortable Holiday mood, exactly….
the clerical error seems to be missing any real prurient intent on the right reverend’s part,
but he sure is grabby …..
fleas don’t exactly fill one with confidence
of a sanitary, safe, or even enjoyable experience …..
fill-in cards do seem to have a certain generic quality
that makes the image
seem almost irrelevant
to the caption at times…
statuary cases of divorce really do sometimes end up in the cemetery….
I can’t help but wonder if tricks on a kids bike really are subject to copyright…..
I’m not sure that smart ass librarian ought to be making wise cracks
at that cranky woman with the umbrella….
11 and 12 :
this is a leap year coming up,
if you’re THAT scared of girls,
I wouldn’t think you would have all that much to worry about.
The Halloween card deserves a passing mention, though…..
Cute as the idea may be,
I’m really not sure that would work as planned.
What if the guy’s name
is some long ass biblical sounding one
like Jedidiah or Johosophat —
Would you need a bigger bowl?