Category Archives: Lame Post Friday

Monstrous Friday?

“You’re asking ME for a blog post idea?”

It’s that sad moment when I do not even feel up to making a Friday Lame Post.  I just sat here, alternately scrolling down Facebook and staring at a blank WordPress Add New Post page, and I really, truly, got nothin’.  I thought if I opened with a picture of Noseratu (1922), it might spark something.  So far, not much.  However, I am up to 50 or so words, so that’s something.

Quick: which one is me?

I throw in a pic from House on Haunted Hill (1959), just to keep the picture-and-nonsense theme going.  We do love House on Haunted Hill.  William Castle, Vincent Price, what’s not to like?

I’m a little cleaner that this chick, at least.

Carrie (1976) is a bit more graphic than either Nosferatu or House on Haunted Hill, but I include the picture, because I feel just about as stunned as Sissy Spacek looks in this shot.  This is one reason that Lame Post Friday is looking increasingly like Monstrous Monday.  How mortifying.  I can’t even think of a good headline incorporating the word “lame.”  Maybe if I add one more monster picture, something will come to me.

So why am I NOT howling?

Yes, what is it with me? Friday night, and I’m not howling.  I’m not out partying heartily till the wee hours.  Is this what getting older is like?  Damn!  Then again, if I stop trying to type something entertaining (or at least) coherent into my blog post, I can sit here with my knitting, and perhaps my Friday will become a little more enjoyable.  In the meantime, thank you for tuning in, and I hope to see you all for Saturday’s post, whatever it turns out to be.

 

Day One of the Birthday Weekend

Here I am,  Tablet posting on Lame Post Friday.  I had a lovely day .  It is the first day of Steven’s four day birthday weekend.  We celebrate big for Steven’s birthday.

He is handsome, yes,

He is not toasting his birthday in this shot, but we are both toasting his birthday as I type (one letter at a time with the stylus,  grrr!).

There are LOTS of pictures of me hugging Steven.

I  guess I’ll just fill out this post with pictures of Steven.  He may not like it,  but I will.

Doesn’t he look distinguished?

Here he is in one of his many stage triumphs , as Dr. Suiter in Roxy at Illinois Little Theatre .

With our friends, Kim and Wayne.

Here he is in 1920’s garb for a fundraiser for Utica Landmarks Society .

It is taking a long time to get to 200 words sharing photos and only commenting one sentence each time.  Well, I will add one more picture,  and if the post is less than 200 words (my usual standard for myself), so be it.

We should have taken a trip for his birthday.

This was at the H.A.L.O. Luau fundraiser(Helping Animals Live Organization,  a car rescue group).  Fun times.  Happy Friday,  everyone!

 

Off the Hook on Lame Post Friday

I started to write a blog post while at work today. I had a good topic, about a theatre experience I am currently undergoing.  I guess that is now a Preview of Coming Attractions, because I never got beyond the first paragraph.  I wondered if it is because I am wired to have Lame Post Friday.  And here we are, back at my house, bra off, sweats on, glass of Chardonnay nearby, not my first glass, obviously (or perhaps not so obviously, but so it is), hoping to type in a few words to amuse or at least entertain.

The day at work passed with sometimes agonizing slowness.  I got some work done, but let us not dwell on that.  For one reason, this is not a work blog.  I sustained myself through the day with the knowledge that at some point I would get together with my friend, Kim.  She has been away, and I have missed her.

We did get together.  We tasted some wine at Valley Wine and Liquor (I must make a full post about that.  For one reason, I took a picture of the winemaker who was pouring the wines we tasted).  Then we went to Asteroga Ale House and Salvatore’s Pizzeria and Restuarant.  We had a fun time at both places.  We made plans to meet again tomorrow.

Oh what a dull post this is!  Where are my random observations and half-baked philosophy that usually enliven my Friday Lame Posts?  I don’t know.  However, I am over 200 words, which I consider respectable.  Perhaps tomorrow I can tell you the story of the chocolate cake.  Or we’ll talk about wine.  In any case, it will be Scattered Saturday or some such by then.  I’m going to let myself off the hook for today.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

At Least No Lame Excuses

So there I was, trying to think of a play on words for my title utilizing Lame, because it is, you know, Lame Post Friday (at least, perhaps you don’t know, but I do).  Nothing is coming.

Earlier today I said, “That’s just a random observation.”  I have no memory of what it was, but I remember thinking at the time that my earliest Friday Lame Posts included random observations and half-baked philosophy.  These days they are merely lame.  What can I do?  What can I say?  What lame excuses can I offer?  None, I suppose.

Ooh, here’s a bit of half-baked philosophy:  what is the difference between a reason and an excuse?  Some people accept reasons but scorn excuses.  Others discount both indiscriminately.  I seem to recall reading somewhere, “We have a thousand reasons for failure but not a single excuse.”  That means, I suppose, that however many reasons there are that we fail, there is no excuse for failure.  “You are not excused!”  On the other hand, I also have seen excuses scorned. “There’s always an excuse,” someone says, meaning one has offered something completely lame, and not even on a Friday.  In these cases, I would think a legitimate reason would be more respected.

Then again, why are we even talking about why?  For heavens’ sake, not everyone can succeed at everything! And who cares who excuses me or not? Who is the arbiter of these things, anyways? It’s not like school, where your mother wrote you an excuse, so you did not get in trouble for being absent.  Whether or not you get in trouble depends entirely on what you are trying to succeed at.  I don’t suppose excuses or reasons matter that much in some cases.

In this case, I sincerely hope that is true, because I have neither a reason nor an excuse for this weeks Lame Friday Post. But here it is.  I hope to see you all again Saturday, whatever kind of Saturday it turns out to be.

 

Post Posers Post

This post was supposed to be titled “Pre Posers Post” and was supposed to be written before we went to the Mohawk American Legion to hear one of our favorite bands.  However, my post-work nap took longer than anticipated, and I was too flustered to make a proper post before our friend Kim picked us up to go to the Legion.

Now, unfortunately, I am a little tired and tipsy to make a really good post.  Still, one must persevere.  We had a marvelous time at the Legion.  We drank, we danced. Kim took a few pictures.

A band shot.

That is scarcely a problem, however, since it is Lame Post Friday.  As regular readers know, however many foolish posts I may have made during the week, I rarely forgo Lame Post Friday.  It is a thing withe me.

Maybe a little less good of a shot.

So here is my Friday Lame Post:  We went to the Mohawk American Legion and heard our favorite band, The Posers, featuring one of our favorite people, Rick DeJohn, on base.  We danced our butts off.

 

Full disclosure: this photo looked better on Kim’s phone than it looks now.

It was a wonderful Friday.  I can only hope for an equally enjoyable Saturday. In the meantime, I highly recommend The Posers as a good band to listen to.  Happy Friday, everyone.

 

Post Migraine Lame, with Monsters

Am I ever glad it’s Lame Post Friday!  And not just in a TGIF sort of way.  I had a perfectly dreadful migraine today. It’s still not quite gone but is much better.  I apologize for complaining about my ills.  I fear I am turning into one of those kvetches who is always pissing and moaning about something.  People will stop believing anything really hurts, if they even believe me now.  And if they do believe me, they will get tired of hearing it.

OK, new paragraph, new line of thought.

I typed that sentence in then sat here and stared at it.  This will never do.  In desperation, I turn to my Media Library and look for a monster picture.

He looks about as miserable as I felt trying to sleep earlier.

Vincent Price in The Tingler, one of my favorites (both the actor and the movie).  “Scream!  Scream for your lives!”  That is appropriate for today, since I thought to myself at one point, “I am in screaming pain.”  Only I did not scream.  Would it have helped?  Too late to find out now.  I am only in whining pain.  Oh, dammit, I’m talking about my ills again.  Quick, look for another monster.

Perhaps a few hundred years’ sleep is what I need, too.

That actor is all wrapped up in his part.  One thing about sleeping in a coffin, you would be unlikely to toss and turn.

Look at her give him the side-eye!

Maybe I should do the opposite of what the did in The Brain that Wouldn’t Die.  He saved his girlfriend’s head and looked for a new body to put it on.  I could cut off my aching head and replace it with one that doesn’t hurt.  Maybe a smarter one, too.  And with better hair while we’re at it.  Come to think of it, my body isn’t so great either, so why would I want to be keeping that?  Waaaait a minute!  I can’t get a whole new me!  Can I?  That’s getting too philosophical for me. Then again,  I do like to indulge in half-baked philosophy on Lame Post Friday.

His eyes look a little droopy.

I shall close this nonsense with The Brain from Planet Arous, since I am obviously making very little use of my brain today.  I hope you are all having an enjoyable Friday evening.

 

Another Blogger’s Sad Day

Watch the local news, I said, while I do my blog post.  Then we’ll watch something else together.  Oh am I sorry I ever did that.  I cannot do a silly Friday Lame Post now.  I don’t know if I can do a coherent blog post at all.  But you know me, I’m going to type in something and I’ll probably make a joke or two, however inappropriate they may feel.

The lead story on WKTV News was a house fire in Herkimer, NY (where I live) in which three children died.  What a terrible tragedy.  The next story was also about a fire.  No people died, but before I could feel any relief about that, I heard that the pets were lost.   That was when Steven changed the channel and put it on Snapped: Killer Couples.  It’s not my favorite, but it is less depressing.

Well, here is a topic for some half-baked philosophy, in which I often indulge on Lame Post Friday.  Why is murder less depressing than accidental death?  The murder victim is rarely asking for it, in any sense of the expression.  In fact, sometimes I feel very sad about the person who dies.  But it feels more remote.  It feels like I’m only hearing a story, especially on what I call the re-enactment-fests.  Still, it is a true story.

OK, Steven just got fed up with Killer Couples and especially with the Previews of Even More Disturbing Coming Attractions.  He put it on Judge Mathis.  I guess we’re both still pretty perturbed.  Full disclosure:  I’ve been feeling down all week, and I have no reason to feel down, so I am not looking for sympathy, go ahead and play that miniature violin for me.  But I am going to wrap up one of my most blah posts ever.  I’ll hope for a better day tomorrow.

 

You’ve Lost that Lame Feeling

When a daily blogger (for example, me) has had a week of stupid posts yet wants to make a post quickly so she can watch Snapped… Oh I can’t keep talking about myself in the third person for the whole post.  My point is: it is Lame Post Friday.  Even though I only had a three day work week this week, I am still feeling Friday, in the lame post sense of the word.

Earlier today I lost Friday.  I was walking down the aisle at work thinking, “And when I come in tomorrow morning…”  I really felt as if I was going to be going to work tomorrow.  And when I reminded myself that I was not, I did not feel the shock of delight I felt the news deserved.  What the hell, me?  So I started singing (only in my head, for the benefit of my co-workers) that song about “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling”  only  substituting “Friday” for “Loving.”  I only got as far as those few words, though, because I don’t know that song very well.

Regular readers may remember that Lame Post Friday is traditionally the home of random observations and half-baked philosophy.  I say “may” and “traditionally” because I am uncomfortably aware that recent Lame Friday Posts have just been, well, lame.  Here is my observation for the day, and I think it veers into the philosophical:  You will often find more peace of mind if you refrain from giving someone a piece of your mind.

And here’s a Freudian typo for good measure:  I first put “peach of mind.”  Would that be more fuzzy or fruity?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

I see that I am over 250 words.  I count that good for a foolish post, and I feel this is right up there with my silliest. Or perhaps I flatter myself. No matter.  Once again, I hit Publish and hope for the best.