I so need a Monstrous Monday today. I’m having the damnedest time writing anything, I’m feeling down and out of it, a few pictures of monsters and some silly remarks will hook me up. Only I can’t find any new (to me) monster pics. I was just on Facebook, looking at all my monster pages — oh, wait, I think I missed a couple.
No, it’s no use. I’ll have to resort to my Media Library and hope I don’t repeat anything too recently used, but no promises.
You can’t really see the monster for the words. There’s a metaphor for writing in there somewhere.
The Blob (1958), how appropriate, because that is just about what I feel like today. Just a blob. Not even a capitalized one. In fact, here’s how blobby I am today: I’m writing in sentence fragments, an affectation I rarely use.
THIS is the picture I was looking for on Severed Head Sunday!
I guess these two fellows are more ghouls than monsters, but Peter Lorre and Vincent Price — there could be no possible objection.
With the obligatory sexy, frightened female.
I have never seen this movie but I must look for it. How I miss video stores! Perhaps I could find the DVD on interlibrary loan. I don’t have one of them there streaming services.
I gotta get me a nightgown like that.
I close with some zombies. When I am done sitting on my couch like the Blob, I will lumber to bed like a zombie. An old fashioned zombie. I’ve never seen any of the more recent zombie flick with the fast moving flesh eaters.
I was right; the monsters did make me feel better. Happy Monday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 