Category Archives: Monstrous Monday

Claude Rains, Can You Help Me Now?

This is my third attempt at making a post tonight. I do not know if it is my Tablet or WordPress that is hampering me, but I hit the letters with the stylus, and sometimes nothing happens. It is very frustrating. In fact, I find it (wait for it) Monstrous! Yes! That brings us to Monstrous Monday.

A common sentiment, to be sure.

I still have not upgraded my WordPress site so cannot upload new photos. However, since I often rely on my Media Library for Monstrous Monday, I feel comfortable in doing so today. Full disclosure: I was disinclined to post at all. Then I said to myself, Am I a blogger or am I not a blogger? Since I wanted the answer to be “am,” I am posting.

I kind of know how he feels.

I might argue, although I am no hand at argument, that without the ability to upload new pictures, I am trying to function with my right arm cut off. It might be overly dramatic to make such an argument, but when has that ever stopped me?

The picture, by the way, is from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die. I know, it is not a picture of a monster, but it does show the monster’s handiwork. I felt free to stretch a point.

So poised. So suave.

If I had failed to post at all, I could be like the Invisible Man. I guess Claude Rains and I do not really have that much in common, even if I do stretch a point.

However, I see I have babbled myself over 250 words, and my one-letter-stylus-typing seems to be working all right. Score! I’ll work on getting that upgrade and try for another post on Tired Tuesday. Thank you for staying tuned.

W(h)ining About Monsters and Blog Posts

Should I do a Monstrous Monday Post or a Monday Middle-aged Musings? I have not done one of the latter in a while. In fact, I think I even changed it to Monday Mental Meanderings. Fine blogger I am; I can’t even keep my features straight. However, I confess to enjoying these foolish posts where all I do is blather on for a while.

I’m afraid she’s not that into him.

I put in a romantic picture: the monster demands a mate, according to the movie advertising. Sadly, in the movie the match does not work out. Oh dear, should I have prefaced that with a spoiler alert?

Her outfit in the movie was less sexy.

Here is more Bride of Frankenstein art work from my Media Library. I should have had a bridal gown like that, although my figure was never quite that flawless.

But I wanted to give up around four this morning.

It is increasingly clear that I have little of substance to say. Full disclosure: I already had that glass of wine. I have been rejoicing that I only have a three day week (oh do not try to shame me, any of you who do not; I have been there, in fact, I just worked two six day weeks, so shut up already!). And I just realized: one down, two to go! Happy Monday, everyone!

I Like Vincent Price

Once a long time ago when we were looking for a movie to watch, my husband Steve started reading to me a description of a Vincent Price movie coming up on TCM. An adaptation of a story by Edgar Allen Poe, directed by Roger Corman, also starring etc etc

“You had me at Vincent Price,” I interrupted. I thought I was pretty cute to say it, but perhaps I flatter myself.

We recently watched two Price/Corman/Poe collaborations (if Poe can be said to collaborate when he is dead and all they did was use his story, taking considerable liberties with it). I would like to do real movie write-ups on them, as I have done with other cheesy horror movies, but that will not happen this morning. For one reason, I remember very little about The Tomb of Ligeia. For another, I am typing in this Monstrous Monday Post on Tuesday morning (regular readers knew I was not entirely done with late blog posts). I do not have a lot of time.

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Dramatic, yes?

The above is an image from The Tomb of Ligeia, which we watched last Sunday. I finally managed to copy it from Facebook but could not figure out how to make it larger.

Creepy movie, yes.

Oh crap, I did not realize the image had “THEMONSTERCHANNEL.COM” printed over it. There may be a way to get rid of it, or I could look for another image. But look at the time. I need to get a few other things done before I leave for work. Additionally, I am over 200 words. That is better than I have been doing lately. This must do for my Monstrous Monday Post. Bring on the rest of Tuesday!

It’s All About Monsters

I feel it is very appropriate to have Monstrous Monday the day after Halloween. But can I find any good monsters to post? We shall see.

It creeps, and leaps…

I often feel like a blob on a Monday. Oh who am I kidding? I have blob-like tendencies most days. I was once accused of being a mud puddle waiting to evaporate. I was unable to frame a convincing argument. But we’re not talking about me.

I know: they might starve to death.

I don’t know how I got that picture here. I was looking for Nosferatu. Sometimes I am dangerous with a stylus in my hand.

Now I can’t seem to get my Media Library to show up. Once again, I’m sure it is Operator Error. Most of my life can be summed up in those two words, but, once again, we are not talking about me.

There’s my guy!

Now I found one of Nosferatu! Then I hit something that made the space where I am typing these words all narrow. I managed to fix that and feel I should quit while I’m ahead. Happy Monday, everyone!

Wrist to Forehead Monstrous Monday?

My plans for a better blog post will not come to fruition tonight. Instead I am going to make another Monstrous Monday Post and go to sleep. I hope. Hope to sleep, that is. Insomnia is ever my nighttime companion, but never mind that now. Let me try to fine some monster pictures I have not shared recently.

She is traumatized that I cannot make a decent blog post.

Here is Bonita, more naked than usual but sporting some elegant accessories. She is striking a wrist to forehead pose. This is how I swoon when I am feeling particularly dramatic, although I believe the proper way to do it is on a chaise lounge.

He looks pretty cheerful for not being a morning person.

Here is another monster from our personal collection. I have been using that mug a lot lately but have not seen the vampire. We did not bring all our Halloween decorations down from the attic.

I fear this will be a short post as my tiredness threatens to overcome me. Yes, I will soon be making a dramatic pose like Bonita’s. Anyways, happy Monday, all.

I Don’t Have a Problem with Monsters

Am I having a problem with posting every day? Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I am having a lot of problems these days, and yet I hesitate to post about them. For one reason, it is so tiresome to do nothing but complain. For another reason, my mother reads this blog. I do not want her to worry.

Quick, post a picture of a monster. It is Monday after all.

It will cost you an arm and a leg!

This is not actually a monster, but a picture from a monster movie of a fellow who does not survive an encounter with a monster. Quite frankly, the guy was asking for it, although I try not to judge. The movie, by the way, is The Brain that Wouldn’t Die. We just watched it again yesterday.

“Rise and shine, master!”

I gave up trying to find a related picture and threw in my favorite, Nosferatu. He looks like he’s resting comfortably. I actually think that is Harker with him, not Renfield. I’ll need to watch that movie again.

Who me? Drink wine?

Tip #2: Know when to give up and make a Monstrous Monday Post instead.

A Short Monstrous Post

And so I come to the end of an enjoyable three day weekend. How monstrous that I must return to work tomorrow! Thus making my Monstrous Monday Post appropriate. See what I did there?

He’s scary!

I open with my all time favorite, Nosferatu. For the uninitiated, this is a 1922 silent film, and one of the scariest ever made. I have not actually watched it in a long time. I rarely watch silent movies, because it is too difficult to knit or crochet during them.

Well, this is a truly monstrous development. I cannot seem to navigate my Media Library. I have had this problem before. It is terribly frustrating.

The course of true love ne’er did run smooth.

Earlier today we watched Frankenstein followed by The Bride of Frankenstein. James Whale, who directed both, was a phenomenal filmmaker. I just love old school horror.

Claude Rains, in a wonderful voice performance.

James Whale also directed The Invisible Man, which I may watch again soon. I must strive not to become the Invisible Blogger.

Summer, Halloween, Christmas… It’s Monstrous Monday!

So here I am, trying to get back into daily blogging and I feel unable to type a word. I was unable to write anything earlier as well, so let me attempt yet another Monstrous Monday Post.

Isn’t she pretty?

It seems my most recently shared monster was Bonita, our skeleton, in her summer outfit, accompanied by her friend Bonaparte (as I recently dubbed him). I have that same headband and wore it a few days ago, although I did not get a picture.

Who could resist that smile?

Here is another of our personal monsters, residing in a lovely pot given to me by my friend Marsha. It is one of my favorite Halloween decorations. Yes, I am thinking about Halloween in the last days of August. I think about Halloween year round.

Ho, ho, ho!

Back to Bonita, with a Christmas theme this time. Some people want to make Christmas last all year. I feel the same way about Halloween. So, I feel sure, does Bonita.

I approach 200 words (my self imposed standard) and have shared three pictures. I shall call that respectable for today and, as usual, try for a better post tomorrow. Happy Monday, everyone!

(That last paragraph made it exactly 200 words, by the way.)

Cheerful Monsters?

I feel I ought not make another whiny Monday post, as some of my Monstrous Monday Posts turn out to be. Yet, I am feeling monstrous. Perhaps I could be monstrous but cheerful.

Looks like a fun bunch to me!

Who could be uncheered by William Castle, Vincent Price, and friends? I could get into watching a Castle/Price collaboration about now. However, I would probably want to go to bed before the end. I am on overtime so get up unreasonably early and get very tired by the end of the day (NOT whining! Merely explaining why I am not watching a movie) (It also explains why this post is turning out to be kind of dumb).

A tense confrontation.

The above is from The Terror, a Roger Corman romp, starring Jack Nicholson and Boris Karloff. I like a Corman/Karloff collaboration, too. Plus, it has the charm of alliteration. Regular readers know I love alliteration.

An even rompier movie.

And here is a Price/Karloff collaboration, with Peter Lorre and Jack Nicholson thrown in for good measure, The Raven. I must get that one on DVD for my collection.

Well, now I am feeling quite cheerful, thinking about these movies I love. Additionally, I am approaching 200 words. Regular readers (I think I still have some) know I call that respectable. At any rate, I made it through another Monstrous Monday. I hope to see you all again on Tired Tuesday, as I fear it will be (not whining now either, just predicting).

Burning Questions on Monstrous Monday

Am I no longer a daily blogger or am I just going through a bad patch? If I return to posting daily will I truly be a daily blogger, considering the number of missed posts? Will I ever return to making a blog post daily? These are the burning questions that plague me on this Monstrous Monday.

I’m not loving the rest of the days either right now.

There is no point in iterating the various points of stress currently monsterizing my life (I’ll be damned: iterating and monsterizing are both words, according to autocorrect. I thought iterating was like a lost positive: you know, you can reiterate something, but nobody ever iterates anything. Monsterizing, I thought I just made up) (but I digress).

Nosferatu stands up to his problems.

I throw in Nosferatu just because he is my favorite. You may have guessed by now (if anybody is still reading) that I got nuthin’. In my defense, I finished and emailed my article to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. In my detriment, I don’t know if it was a very good article. Perhaps I am not the best judge of these things.

Totally me.

I close with a kind of a self portrait. OK, it’s not really me, but it is how I often feel lately. I believe I am not alone.

What I am is over 200 words. I call that a blog post. Can I do it again tomorrow? Can I make a better post? More burning questions to ponder.