I am feeling rather monstrous this Monday. I am looking pretty monstrous as well, but I will spare my readers the sight of that.
Not me.
I am wondering if it is a sinus infection that plagues me lately. However, other people’s health issues are rarely of interest to the general blog reading public. Then again, I feel my readers must be people of uncommon taste and discernment, not at all general. Then again, all my aches and pains are probably not of much interest to you either. Let’s get back to the monsters.
I positively must go back on the South Beach Diet.
This is a decoration from Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY, one of my favorite seasonal places. I hope to be making a trip there soon for blogging and Halloween shopping purposes.
He seems nice.
Searching my Media Library for other monsters, I came across this picture I downloaded in March 2017. I didn’t worry too much about where I found pictures in those days. Full disclosure: I don’t get too exercised over it now, either.
Friendly? Or about to fight?
Continuing the non-movie monster theme (if this silly post can be said to have a theme), here are a couple of bugs we used in a murder mystery. I like fake bugs much better than real ones.
“I still don’t know why they wanted me to be in this blog post.”
OK, one movie monster to end with: my beloved Nosferatu from the eponymous 1922 silent. The caption is a reference to a light beer commercial from the 1070’s. “Tastes great!” yell half the people at the bar. “Less filling!” yell the other half. Then some guy at the bar says, “I still don’t know why they wanted me in this commercial.”
Mohawk Valley Girl 