Category Archives: Monstrous Monday

I Creep into a Monstrous Monday Post

Hello and welcome to another Monstrous Monday Post.  It has not been a horrible Monday.  It rarely is.  My life is not that bad, which makes my persistent depression difficult to understand and not a little embarrassing.  However,  my purpose now is to entertain myself and (I hope) others with a few creepy-crawlies, or perhaps gruesome movie villains.

Is he as villainous as he looks?

Here is one of the masters, Vincent Price.  I believe this is a publicity shot from House on Haunted Hill, which features the immortal line, said to Price by his onscreen wife, “Darling, the only ghoul in this house is you.”

I don’t think he is bidding us velcome.

And here is one of our finest ghouls, Bela Lugosi as Count Dracula.  He is looking rather malevolent in this picture.

Crazy love? Insane love? No, it’s…

I was hoping to find a creepy-crawly but will make do with creepy:  Peter Lorre in Mad Love, one of my favorites.

Not from a movie, but they will do!

Here are a couple of crawlies!  They were props for a murder mystery.  I do love fake bugs and often use them in my home decor.

I guess my gruesome friends have cheered me up.  At least I have made my blog post, which always adds to my level of contentment.  I will try for a more Mohawk Valley-oriented post tomorrow,  but, as usual, no promises.  Creep and crawl on, my friends!

 

I Never Whine About Monsters

I am having yet another patch of bad blogging days.  I do not wish to offer whiny excuses.  At least,  I would like to excuse myself but do not want to be whiny.  Oh dear, I am whining already.  I hate when I do that!  Quick, throw in a monster picture to distract us from it.

“Just thought I’d come out and — what’s this? DAYLIGHT???”

There is my favorite guy,  Nosferatu.  I do not know if he is coming out into daylight in that shot or not.  Additionally,  I understand that in actual vampire folklore, vampires do not crumble to dust in daylight, but their powers are considerably weakened.  The movies made up the dramatic daylight deaths, and I must say, some of them are very dramatic.  If I ever finish any of my novels about vampires, I will probably keep the crumble to dust rule.

That’s what I needed! A large beer!

Having successfully backed into my Monstrous Monday Post,  I add a photo emphasizing my Thank-God-I-made-it-through-Monday state of mind.  It was not a heinous day, but it does not always take a heinous day to wear one out.  Not whining about it, merely commenting on the fact.

The Bride and I have a lot in common.

When I get to this point in the post (that is, around the 200-word mark), I wonder if I should go back and take out the whiny introductory paragraph.  After all, all the best writers edit their work.  As a matter of fact, I have been editing as I go.  You should have seen some of the whiny sentences I backspaced out!  And I usually give it at least another reading before hitting publish.  Editing out all my bad parts — not the badly written parts (what, me have badly written parts?  Say it ain’t so!) but the parts where I admit bad things about myself– seems less than honest.  This is, after all, a personal blog.  This is me, as a person.

Sometimes I prefer the monsters.

 

I Make a Monstrous Post

Oy vey, what a day!  I like to say that, because it rhymes.  In fact, my Monday was no more monstrous than usual, and also as usual, I am here at the end of the day with not much brain power for a good blog post.  In my defense, I finished writing my article for next month’s Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  However, that is also in my accusation (being the opposite of defense), because I always say that writing begets more writing.  So write, me!

She wants them to think she has a pretty face, but not JUST a pretty face.

This is obviously not me, because it is The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.  Mine apparently would.

Not monsters, but maybe murderers.

This picture is apropos, because in addition to monsters, I have murder on my mind.  This is the cast from A G.R.A.V.E. Murder, which we presented a few years ago. I may be doing another murder mystery soon for the Herkimer County Historical Society (preview of coming attractions).  I’ll keep you posted on that.

Scary!

I close with my favorite guy, Nosferatu, from the 1922 silent film of that name.  I have not watched that one in a while.  My favorite way to watch silent movies is while running in place on the mini-tramp.  Come to think about it, I could use the exercise. Perhaps if I am not too tired on Tuesday, but regular readers know how that goes!

 

Halloween Decorations: Part Two

I think sharing a few more pictures of my Halloween decorations will make for a delightful Monstrous Monday Post.  It will be delightful for me at any rate.  Also, I am too tired to think of much else (I fear I am becoming tiresome with all these complaints about feeling tired.  I’ll have to work on that).

“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”

I used that caption before when I shared a picture of this guy, but I think it is funny so I dare to use it again.  I shook things up by putting him on the other side of Frankentree from where he was last year.

She looks so cheerful.

Witchie was the first decoration I put up after hanging the lights.  All I had to do was take off her angel costume (which I put on her for Christmas) and put her on a table.  Yes, she has been sitting on our porch all year.

He could use some more white drapery.

I used Witchie’s angel dress to make Santa’s ghost costume. I picked up the mask at a garage or rummage sale some time ago.

We only have one railing.

Going back up the porch stairs, I will show you what else is on the porch.

For the mail carrier’s entertainment.

OK, this is the last picture.  It was a pick in a flower arrangement I was given some years ago.  I stuck it through the hole in the mail box and said, “I am done decorating! ”

 

Better to Make Just One Little Blog Post?

Oh dear, I have it again: the dreaded Type Something In Then Backspace It Out Disease.  I must fight it!  Remember, Cindy, a bad blog post is better than no blog post at all!  Or is it?  Discuss amongst yourselves.  Let me know if you reach a consensus.

In the meantime,  I think I can just about manage a Monstrous Monday Post.

“I bid you welcome.”

Here is Bela Lugosi, demonstrating the maxim that it is better to light just one little candle than to stumble in the dark.  I bet you didn’t know Count Dracula was such a philosopher.

“But I like the dark!”

And here is my favorite guy, Nosferatu.  I was actually looking for him when I saw the shot of Bela and thought of the candle line.

An artist’s depiction of me getting carried away.

I was taking entirely too long searching my Media Library for a related or even remotely related picture so settled on the above.  Get it?  I got carried away with looking through the pictures?  I think the candle line was better, but one does what one can.

Did I mention I have a headache this evening?  I did not mean to whine about it but wanted to offer some slight excuse.  A lame excuse,  you say?  Don’t say that!  You only remind me how long it is until Lame Post Friday!   Oh well, I’m the one that wanted weekends off.

On the brighter side (lit by that one little candle?),  I see I am over 200 words. Score!

 

Vamping with Vampires

It should come as a surprise to no one that I am ready for bed on a Monday, have not made my blog post (nor in fact accomplished much of anything useful), and, quite frankly, I got nuthin’.  This is the point where I usually start to throw in pictures of monsters and vamp.  One thing I can do is vamp, although I usually call it blathering on.  Why don’t I call it vamping?  It sounds like a much better thing to do, in a blog post or elsewhere.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something here.”

Since I mentioned vamping (no, autocorrect,  not camping, vamping!), I searched my Media Library for a picture of a vampire.  I was hoping for Dracula, but Nosferatu will do just as well.

“Let me shed a little light on the subject.”

There’s my boy Bela!  Bela Lugosi is considered by many to be the definitive Count Dracula.  It is certainly an admirable performance.

I wish I had this book in my collection!

I do not know who the model was for this depiction of the Count, if in fact the artist used a model, but I just love these pulp fiction paperbacks.  I buy them whenever I find them for cheap.  Sometimes I actually read them, although they are often falling apart.

I keep hoping I can segue from these admittedly foolish blog posts into some more better writing (grammatical error intentional), but it hasn’t happened yet.  Still, one continues to hope (one being me).  In the meantime,  I hope at least some of my readers have been entertained, and as always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Depression is Monstrous

I started a blog post last night but did not finish it (obviously).  I tried to finish it this morning but got bogged down in a morass of words about being depressed.  It felt whiny and pointless, so I stopped (although I did save it for possible future use).  I want to publish something, so I am going to throw in a few monster pictures and call this a Monstrous Blogger’s Sick Day (depression is an illness, although I feel somewhat fraudulent using it as an excuse) (never mind that, on with the post).

“You cannot escape!”

This is from Carnival of Souls, an excellent example of how a movie can be quite unsettling on a low budget and minimum of special effects (you know, it is much easier to italicize words with a mouse than on a Tablet) (just to throw in a little computer chatter).

My depression looming over me? Only I do not look that good in a bathing suit.

A little Creature from the Black Lagoon never hurt anybody.  Some people find it helpful to picture their depression as an animal that follows them around.  I wonder if a mind trick like that would help me.  I could picture it as a monster and make friends with it.

“Hi, Depression. Nice suit. Green suits you.”

Maybe not.

Invasion of the Happiness Snatchers?

Or I could fight my depression with a pitchfork, and a little help from my friends.  The pitchfork only provided temporary relief in Invasion of the Body Snatchers, but it certainly made for a dramatic moment.  Regular readers know I love drama.  I wonder if the pod people could be worked up to a full metaphor for depression.  That might be something to play with sometime.

And now I see I am approaching 300 words, with very little effort and only a minimum of whining.  I will make a greater effort toward even less whining, and as always try for a better blog post next time.  Once again, thank you for tuning in.

 

Nosferatu CAN Help Me Now!

I said to myself, I will just go ahead and make my Monday blog post. I won’t mention how I missed my Saturday and Sunday posts, and maybe nobody will notice.  And this is why I hate  making plans: my plans always go to hell.  Yes, I know, in this case the problem was Operator Error.  MY WHOLE LIFE IS OPERATOR ERROR!

OK, got that out of my system.  On with a Monstrous Monday Post.

My favorite!

I resort to my Media Library rather than seeking new monster pictures.  I worry about duplication.  Anyways, I have so many monster pictures and I love to re-share them.

Speaking of monsters…

This picture  was right near Nosferatu in my Media Library, and I find it apropos after missing two blog posts.  What is it with me and not writing?  I am much happier when I write. There might be a blog post here about why I do not always do what is patently good for me.  I’ll see if I can write it sometime.

“Did you knock on my door?”

And here is Nosferatu again.  I have not seen that movie in a while.  I do not watch silent movies very often, because it is difficult to follow them while knitting or crocheting.

It seems I have reached 200 words without saying a whole hell of a lot (dear autocorrect: it is almost never he’ll).  Perhaps I should up my daily quota to 250.  Oh, who am I kidding, I never have that much good to say.  But I thank you all for tuning in.

 

Will Monday Conquer Me?

Not literally, unfortunately.

As August grinds to a close, I observe two kinds of people:  The ones that lament the end of summer, and the ones that just can’t wait to go on to fall.  Guess which category I fall into.

Actually, as I get older I strive to avoid wishing for that which patently cannot be.  It is August.  It will remain August for the allotted number of days.  And the temperature will be what it chooses, based on barometric pressure or other meteorological conditions which I do not understand; my personal preferences will not affect it in the slightest degree (see what I did there?).

All this by way of introduction to a Monstrous Monday blog post in which I will strive not to whine about how over-heated I am.  No promises.

It is really not as sexy as the poster implies.

Saturday afternoon when my husband,  Steven fell asleep on the love seat, I seized the opportunity to put in a cheesy horror movie.  I picked this one up on VHS at a rummage sale, so its cheesy bonafides were assured. I had seen it before but do not remember doing a blog post on it.  I miss those write-ups I used to do on cheesy movies.  They were fun to write, although they did not usually get a lot of blogger love.  Regular readers know what a Like junkie I am.

Not an actual depiction of wage slaves going to work on Monday.

I close with an image of what it sometimes feels like trying to function on a Monday.  Oh hell, I get that feeling on and off all week!  Please don’t tell my boss.  I do try to fight it.

Regarding this foolish blog post, I see I am approaching 300 words. I call that respectable.  I hope you will all join me again tomorrow for what may or may not be a Tired Tuesday Post.

 

Who, Me? Not Like Monday? Monstrous!

It came, it saw, it kicked my ass.  It was… MONDAY! Cue dramatic music.

Go back in the water!

I just discovered this meme this morning, on a Facebook page called Dracula’s House of Halloween.  I thought I had overused the picture of Frankenstein’s Monster saying, “No like Monday!” Then again, it was often appropriate.

Oh, don’t tell me to quit whining.  And stop playing that miniature violin.  I am allowed to have a moment, or even a whole series of moments.

As a matter of fact, it was not all that heinous of a day.  I lived through it.  Only now that I am home from work, I feel quite brain dead and unable to manage even a Monstrous Monday blog post.

THERE’S the brain!

This is the picture I was looking for in a previous blog post when I was feeling similarly brain dead (perhaps you read it).  It is The Brain from the Planet Arous. On the previous post, I settled for The Brain that Wouldn’t Die. I guess I used it ironically.  So many brains, so little blog.  Ooh, that might make a good title, although “So Many Brains, None of them Mine” might be more accurate.

“What do you mean, you didn’t want to use the picture of me?”

I throw in a picture of Frankenstein’s Monster, in case he felt bad that I did not use the one of him hating on Monday.  One likes to be sensitive to monsters’ feelings. If horror movies have taught us anything, it is that things can get really ugly.

And now I see I am over 250 words.  Not bad for being brain dead.  I hope to see you all on Tired Tuesday.