Mr Peevly Prepares for Christmas

Mr. Peevly, with the current state of the blog update.

In fond remembrance of the Hair Bear Bunch, and let's just say it wasn't turkey I cooked for Thanksgiving and yes, I am indeed and thankful for the smell of fur burning into rancid chunks of coal -- coal which I'm going to put into Ranger Smith's stocking with a note "This is how you deal with trouble makers" -- I'm back with my infrequent blog updates which is definitely not filler.

It's a little light in the posts department after the once a day Halloween celebration, but I want you to think back earlier to this year and my 11 part review snark scholarly research on Ed Wood Jr's Orgy of the Dead.  Well, don't think back hard enough to remember the content, you might never visit this blog again.

Coming in December, the ... I don't know, multi-part review snark scholarly research -- okay, snark, I admit it -- on The Adventures of Lucky Pierre, a Friedman/Lewis joint and one of the first "nudie cuties."

Scandalous in the day, just kind of innocently silly now.  Like this blog, minus the scandal and the innocence.

The posts are sure to include many interesting notes, candid observations, well thought out arguments, side notes into the beginnings of exploitation cinema, stories about the careers of Friedman and Lewis, or, possibly, just a lot of Borscht Belt shtick and many pairs of 1961 boobs.

Mr. Peevly's State of the Blog Update

Mr. Peevly, with the current state of the blog.

It seems we're starting to get some hits from google searches.  I always welcome such traffic, and hopefully we can make some fans and entertain some people who are either old enough to remember this stuff (read: older than dirt) or have the TV stuck on Boomerang and lost the remote.

Hey, let's check to see what we have today.  Hmmm.  OK.  Wait, what's this one ...

HITLER GLOVES?

Hitler gloves?  Hitler gloves!  What's next, Tojo Spats?  Mussolini Galoshes?

I'm not kidding.  That search term actually lead somebody here.  Internet, everybody!

Mr. Peevly Panders

Mr. Peevly, with a blog update.

Simon Bar Sinister has told me that he's just updated all his movie reviews with picture, or a single picture, or maybe an animated GIF.  You know, the one with the flashing lights, or the juggling clown, or that demon that comes through a door.  Something like that.  Supposed to make the reviews "funny" or some such nonsense.

The Great Bikini Off-Road Adventure

The Bikini Car Wash Company

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

This blog has reached the level of GeoCities, circa 1998.  We couldn't be more proud.

Mr. Peevly's State of the Blog

Mr. Peevly, with a State of the Blog update.

I just have one thing to say to the internet.

Why?  Why can't you be decent and upstanding citizen?  Why the hi-jinx?  Why the Mr. Jinks?

"Big Boob Sound Effects" and "Funny Bald Guy Pictures" are two search term that lead to this blog.  Really, can't you just search for Benny Hill on youtube?  That's a treasure trove of boob sound effects and funny bald guys!

And who searched for "The Cursed Mountains of Elvira Picture"?  I hope they meant Elvira's Haunted Hills because if there's a third movie, it's not going to make Simon Bar Sinister, who is bald but not a particularly funny guy, any more humorous.

There will be "Big Boob Sound Effects" aplenty, though, that's a guarantee from this blog!

Pandering to the lowest common denominator for a couple months and not stopping anytime soon.

PS: Whoever gets here by searching for "anti-genetic engineering," we're sorry...

... and so is the crazy genetic abomination that is 1930s cartoon cow.

Mr. Peevly's Blog Update

Mr. Peevly, with a blog update.

It seems the hits on specific posts double whenever the content is about some weird woman named Teela --- from 2 hits to 4!  For this blog, that's an avalanche of biblical proportions!

Who is she?  Is she some sort of strange post-apocalyptic warrior women?

What?

He-man?

Why would I ever watch a show called He-man?  I have a mirror and it's much cheaper then cable!

Honestly, I just think this blog should try to ...

Hey!  What's going on over here?  All this talk of "hits" got me thinking of getting, you know ... more comfortable ...

No shame.  Hits, but no shame.

Mr. Jinks Still Complaining

Yeah, so, like, here we are again!

This one is, like, an important topic and we should all, be, ya know, paying attention.  You paying attention?  OK, good.  Ya see, I ...

That's it!  This has gone on way too long.  You just use this space complain in that annoying "this is what hippies must sound like" voice.  A voice, I suspect, was created by somebody who the closest he got to hippies was when he mistakenly caught an episode of the Mod Squad on TV.

On top of that, you use the space to impugn the good old fashioned racism of ancient cartoons!  I will not have it on this blog!

... uh, but ... ya know ... like ...

Do I need to remind you what happened to the Hair Bear Bunch?  Do you want to see my Square Bear rug?  My Bubi Bear pillow case?  Or find out exactly what happened to Hair Bear?  Let's say he lives on in various extensions worn by LA women.

... so, like, I guess my complaint is there isn't enough , ya know, refreshments for our hard work blog cops!

Yikes!

Your New Blog Cop

Mr. Peevly, reporting for duty.

As the Hair Bear Bunch was euthanized for being rabid -- and I should point out that it was called in by an anonymous tipster -- one that was in no way connected to the zoo but I was told was an incredibly handsome man -- I need to find a new job.

So, I've installed my self as the police force of this blog.  We'll have no more tomfoolery, no more monkeyshines or shenanigans, and absolutely no go-go-gophering!

None of these "memes" the kids keep talking about.  None of these Rule 34s, which, and I think we can all agree, should apply to me if it applies to anybody.  This whole internet thing is going to go the way of hoola-hoop and mood rings, mark my words, so I want a good, clean, bear-free blog here until the last light is turned off.

Remember, I have the euthanize folks on speed dial.

Don't temp me.

Carry on now!