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Not Too Tired for Monsters

I went from feeling too damn tired to make a blog post to thinking I could just about manage a Monstrous Monday Post. Will I be entertaining? Will I find other pictures from the same ones I have used many times? No promises.

Everybody should have such a tree.

I looked far back in my Media Library to find the first monsters I ever shared. This delightful display was at Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY, a wonderful place to visit in October. I first shared the picture in October 2016, when I first started putting pictures in the blog.

But she looks so sweet!

Here is another shot from October 2016. This lovely lady graces my own front porch. She did not make it down from the attic in 2020, but it was kind of a bad year.

Would you kick him out for eating crackers in bed?

I wanted to include a movie monster and naturally picked my favorite, Nosteratu. He always manages to cheer me up. Full disclosure: This has not been a very good Monday. But I guess it’s up to me to see that Tuesday is a little better. Will my blog post be better? I hope you’ll all tune in and see.

I Should Have Listened to Al

This morning on Today, Al Roker was doing some feature about taking a walk. I did not get to see it, because I had to get to work, but I thought, “What a great idea! I’ll go for a walk after work and make a Pedestrian Post!”

Alas, I did not.

However blog post must be made, meaning, as usual, mine by me. Additionally, it is Lame Post Friday, so the bar is not high for a respectable post. Perhaps I could share a few pictures of walks I have previously taken. It could be a Flingback Friday, to follow my Throwback Thursday. Is flingback a word? My autocorrect seems to think so.

A great view for a number of reasons.

When I went running on Wednesday, I ran by my beloved Herkimer Historic Four Corners. The above is a shot of the 1834 Jail. This is where Roxalana Druse spent what she said were the best two years of her life, waiting to be hung after murdering her husband. Regular readers may remember I played Druse in the play Roxy at Ilion Little Theatre in 2015.

Or I could have gone uphill.

This is upper Main Street in Herkimer, a hill I sometimes run up. I’m afraid not lately, but I am ever hopeful of improvement.

I personally am looking forward to snow free sidewalks.

I was over 200 words before this, but I like to use three pictures. I took the recently when I was walking home from work. Plowing through the snow burns more calories than prancing down bare sidewalks. However, you can have too much of a good thing.

Can I have too many blog posts? I hope not. Happy Friday, everyone!

Will I Ever Kill Again?

I am making a Throwback Thursday Post and I do not care if I throw back to something I have revisited several times. There is always the chance I will think of something new to say about it.

I was more lush than luscious.

This is me as Ruby VanRensaeleer, who may or may not have murdered Benny the Bootlegger. I have many times alluded to Rubbed Out at Ruby’s, the interactive murder mystery I wrote for LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, in 2017. I can’t help it. It is such a delightful memory, and I so miss doing theatre, especially murder mysteries.

Another fabulous group of suspects.

This was the cast of Engaged To Be Murdered, presented in association with Ilion Little Theatre. It was the last time I did not act in a murder mystery. After that, if I write it, I am going to be in it!

No, THIS is a fabulous group of suspects!

Here is an action shot from the performance of Fabulous and Fatal, the drag queen murder mystery we did for the Herkimer County Historical Society.

I guess I have not found too much new to say, but I think I have selected different pictures from the ones I usually share. My Thowback Thursdays often involve theatre memories, but, after all, drama is my life! (I say it with gestures.) I can only hope to be making more memories soon.

The Plan Fails

I am having a difficult time writing lately. I guess I have said that before. How embarrassing to keep repeating myself. I KNOW the usual advice is Just Write. Sorry, friends, but sometimes that advice just does not work for me.

I usually have the plan to write on my break and lunch at work. In pursuit of that end, I did not put a book or any puzzles in my bag. I am especially fond of anacrostics and cryptogtams; I had to discipline myself to do this blog post before picking one up before making this blog post. All I had to amuse myself on break was a notebook. I would have to write!

As it happened, I could not even write a letter (by my rules for me, any writing counts). I tried. I slogged out a few paragraphs. It sucked. After staring I to space for a few minutes, during which time my brain could not settle on a thought, I turned a page in my notebook and wrote the following:

OK, I am trying to write and very few words are forthcoming. I think I will not put my puzzle book in my bag so I will HAVE to write, but apparently that trick does not work. And it is all very well to say, “Just make yourself do it.” I can’t make words magically appear in my head and then come out my pen. It is very discouraging, and quite the waste of time.

So I guess this is my whiny Tired Tuesday Post about not being able to write a blog post. I think I will make a new plan to first find something to write about. Maybe I could come up with a list. In the meantime, maybe a nice cryptogram puzzle.

Yes, It Was Monday

Every Monday is another chance to have a fabulous, productive week. And every Monday evening I feel Just Too Tired To Do Anything. I don’t even know if I can manage a Monstrous Monday Post.

An embarrassingly common emotion.

Oh crap now I am having trouble with this WordPress editor. I couldn’t get the cursor to the left to start a new paragraph; it wanted to stay center. Now I am two to three lines below the picture and afraid to try to erase the space. And why does autocorrect only want to correct some of my typos? These are the questions that haunt me on Monstrous Monday.

Now the bastard won’t let me add another picture! What the hell?

Maybe it would help if I screamed.

Regarding the caption above, in The Tingler (yes, autocorrect, Tingler, not Tingles. Sheesh!), directed by William Castle and starring Vincent Price, only screaming could save you from the terrifying Tingler. I am not sure screaming out my frustration would have a similar effect, although I know some find such behavior helpful.

It was, my friend, it was.

I close with a ghoul I downloaded some years ago but rarely share. I confess my day was not as bad as some. However, I found it tiring. But at least I managed a 200 (or so) word blog post. Happy Monday, everyone.

Basil, Beast, Big Chill… Oh Yeah, and Columbo!

I went running this morning, thinking I could do a Sunday Running Commentary Post. Fortunately that was not the only reason, because I don’t know that I can say that much about it now. However, I have been having a fairly enjoyable Cinema Sunday, so perhaps I can post about that.

Basil has a clue.

We started with Dressed to Kill, starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce as Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson respectively. This was how I first encountered Basil Rathbone, not as the horror icon I later found out he was.

“Oh, one more thing!”

We went on to a couple of episodes of Columbo, which we happen to have on DVD. I would like to eventually have the entire series. I loves me some Columbo.

It was scary!

Next I wanted something cheesy, so we went to our collection Attack of the Killer B’s for Track of the Moonbeast. I remembered it from MST3K, if that tells you anything.

Great ensemble piece.

Now we are enjoying The Big Chill, an old favorite with a great soundtrack.

Now I am trying to think of a title to pull this post together. Well, what does anybody want from me on a Sunday afternoon? At least I am up to 200 words and a few illustrations. Time to start looking forward to Monstrous Monday! As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

All I have for my Saturday Evening Blog Post (You, know, like Saturday Evening Post, only I stuck in Blog) is a few pictures of a great big icicle hanging off my roof.

Can you see how big it is?

Steven noticed it earlier this week and warned me not to park my car directly underneath it. Naturally I wanted to take a picture but did not get a chance till much later.

Can you tell?

I had gone out to meet my friend Kim and when I got home I paused for a few shots. I got one where you can see it is at least as long as a window.

I stood in the road to get that one.

iI suppose it does not make much of a blog post, but at least I find it more amusing than yet another post about Not Making a Blog Post Today. I hope at least for tomorrow I can make at least some semblance of a Post. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Nothing Lame For Me To Do

Regular readers know that however many foolish posts I may have during the week, I almost always have Lame Post Friday. This week, it is kind of a necessity, because I ain’t got much. All week pretty much all I have done is go to work and come home. Not much to blog about.

On the one hand, it is good to be gainfully employed. Furlough is not much fun. Being laid off is less so. I know I am blessed to have found a job as quickly as I did. So anybody gearing up for a round of Just-Be-Grateful-That can stand down.

That is one of my pet peeves, by the way. Sometimes one just wants to bitch. We do not want someone bleating at us, “Just be grateful you have a job” on the days your job sucks. Or “Just be grateful you have a car” when the damn thing breaks down or the defrost doesn’t work. “Just be grateful you have indoor plumbing” when you just spent the morning plunging the toilet. “Just be grateful you’re the murderer not the murderee” when you are trying to dispose of a body.

You see what I mean.

One thing I am always truly grateful for, without being reminded to be, is that people read my blog. Happy Friday, everyone.

Another Wine-y Post

Today was (is) National Drink Wine Day. I heard that on the news this morning, as did a number of my co-workers.

“Just to clarify,” I asked, “It is not Gluck Down The Whole Bottle At One Sitting Day, correct?”

A co-worker said she felt there should be no judgement. A kind, insightful woman,

No, I am not glucking down bottles but merely enjoying a glass. I only mention the fact because, well, this is my blog post and I don’t have a whole lot else to talk about. Judge me if you are so inclined.

Regular readers (if I still have any) know I have been having a difficult time lately, writing or doing almost anything else. I go through these patches. For the most part I keep making daily blog posts, because that is what I do. Sometimes they are whiny. Sometimes they are about wine. Some of them I label Non-sequitur Thursday, hit Publish, and drive on.

Not Wuss-Out, Way Back!

I thought of my title before composing the post for once. In general I prefer Throwback Thursday to Way Back Wednesday, but I can’t fight the calendar. I am also trying to fight my mid-winter malaise. Good God, is it only MID winter? I was hoping we were in the home stretch. But I digress.

Way Back indeed!

I went to February 2017 and found a really old picture. October 1990. Holy crap, am I getting old! I have been thinking lately about how time flies. My question is: If time is moving so quickly, why isn’t it spring yet?

Abominable!

Here is a shot from 2017. Obviously not as way back, but I wanted to show snow. I actually have not looked at my deck in a while, since I have been using the front door. I just imagine it looks similar.

Do I look like a criminal to you?

I do not remember how old the picture is, but I believe the frame was added in 2015 by my friend, Norm. This was about the time I played Roxalana Druse in Roxy by Jack Sherman, a play sponsored by Herkimer County Historical Society with Ilion Little Theatre. It was an original script about a local, historic murder.

I guess this post jumped around a little, but you’ll have that, especially with this blog. I am just happy I avoided another Wuss-Out Wednesday. Or worse!