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Some Sort of Sunday

It’s not so much that I mind tomorrow being Monday.  It is more that I let another weekend go by without accomplishing much.  Then again, what did I hope to accomplish?  One might argue that I did not plan to fail, I failed to plan.  I hate it when people talk in sound bites.

That’s one way to make a Monday even worse.

One might also argue that weekends are for relaxing and recharging one’s batteries.  Do I feel recharged?  I don’t know, but at least I do not feel overly depleted.  I forgot where I was going with this.

A star-studded cast.

A good part of today was spent watching movies.  I enjoyed the Kenneth Branagh Murder on the Orient Express.  I found it to be a very sad movie, though, so I went back to my beloved Columbo (I don’t need to show the picture of Peter Falk again, do I?).

It’s trippy.

I popped in The Terror, because I find these old, cheesy horror movies relaxing.

I did not go there today.

Oh dear.  I looked through my Media Library for a graphic from Dementia 13, the next movie I watched.  Finding none, I downloaded one.  Somehow in the process, I added the above shot of my husband, Steve, and our friend Tracy at the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer, NY.  I just can’t bring myself to delete it so beg your pardon for the digression.

I did bring myself to delete the downloaded picture from Dementia 13, because it turned out too small.  I don’t know how to change the size.

I see I have gotten over 250 words with this nonsense.  I am going to call that respectable and go back to not accomplishing much.  I hope you are having a lovely Sunday.

 

Not Late, Just Lame

I thought I’d try something different: making my Lame Post Friday post ON Friday.  Of course here I sit with not much to say, but when has that ever stopped me?

Tangentially related illustration.

I wanted to throw in a picture to, you know, pep things up.  I just spent a ridiculous amount of time searching my Media Library for pictures I was sure I used at some point relating to this evening’s cheesy viewing.  Alas, they were not to be found.  So I share the above, because it is a movie in the same DVD collection as the one I am currently watching, The Atomic Brain.

Previously I watched The Vampire Bat.  I am SO in the mood for old, low budget horror these days.  Bring on the cheese!  Incidentally,  the Brain one just ended, and I put in Carnival of Souls.  This one is low budget but not really cheesy.  It is almost a masterpiece of atmosphere, creepy and weird.

Found the right picture!

I cannot remember what I shared about my television trials and tribulations.  I know I talked about getting rid of cable, but did I mention that I could not even watch DVDs?  Well I couldn’t, but now I can.  Unfortunately,  it is not the ideal DVD situation.  All I can do is put the DVD in and hit Play.  So I can’t arrow over when, for example, there are two movies on the same DVD. No pause or rewind either.  I KNOW!  First world problems!

Ah, here is a bit of half-baked philosophy,  in which I like to indulge on Lame Post Friday:  why are all my problems either of the first world variety or operator error?   Discuss amongst yourselves.

 

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.

 

One Sunday with Triple Cheese, Please!

I said earlier I might try for a Sunday Cinema Post,  and here I am, on Sunday, having watched a few movies, and ready to make a blog post.  My husband, Steve, graciously agreed to watch cheesy horror movies.  Accordingly, I located a VHS cassette I picked up at a rummage sale of Monster from Green Hell.  I could not exactly remember how the plot unfolded but hoped it would not be too slow.  That is Steve’s usual problem with that sort of movie: too slow!  I fear he is often right.

And I think I have insect problems!

A scary scene, no?  Yes, it is.  Unfortunately, we had to sit through HOURS of guys walking through Africa, stock footage of animals panicking, and various other slow scenes explaining what was or was about to happen.  And, yes, it felt like hours, even though the whole movie clocks in at 71 minutes, according to the box.  My bad!  I should have remembered.

“Scream! Scream for your lives!”

I knew we would have better luck when I put in The Tingler.  William Castle and Vincent Price, there could be no possible objection.  It is one of my favorites.

It is really not so romantic as all that.

We moved on to a Vincent Price/Agnes Moorehead vehicle, The Bat.  That is a fun movie too, although it does not pay to think too hard about it.  I don’t want to say it has plot holes, but you could probably strain spaghetti through the script.

It was a very relaxing Sunday afternoon.  I feel a little bad that I got almost nothing useful done, but you’ll have that.  At least I’ll have that.  In the meantime,  I am over 250 words,  posting on time.  Score!  Bring on the week!

 

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!

Monster Movies, Murder and Mayhem on Monday

I felt very fortunate to have today off, but I must confess I did not make very good use of the day. I got the lawn mowed and made some small progress cleaning up some of the overgrowth on the perimeter. I purchased dirt for my container garden but have not used it yet. Baby steps.

And I watched a couple movies.

Jackie Coogan? No way!

This poster showed up on one of my monster pages on Facebook, and I was like, “Oh, yeah, I’ve seen that!” I had it in one of my cheesy DVD collections (The Best of the Worst), so I popped it in. I had an idea I might do a write-up on it for the blog. Not today, though.

The movie is actually in color.

The Terror was on the same disc as Mesa of Lost Women, so I watched that next. I have written about The Terror more than once. It is a favorite of mine. Love that Roger Corman! Um, he produced and directed. The above picture, of course, shows Jack Nicholson and Boris Karloff.

I started to watch another movie but turned it off to make my blog post. I have some true crime television playing in the background. I just loves me some murder and mayhem. Ooh, just look at all the Ms (or should it be M’s?)! There’s my alliterative headline!

Just Make with the Monsters, Me!

And just like that, it is time for another Monstrous Monday Post. Full disclosure: I am tired and depressed, and now embarrassed that I even mentioned it. I should stop calling attention to myself and make with the monsters.

Hardly an uncommon point of view.

Most of us Monday through Friday wage slaves feel this way about Monday. If I can confine the feeling to Monday and not let it ruin my Sunday, I feel better about things.

I was tempted to bring them home.

I’m not just about movie monsters. Here are a couple of ghouls from Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY. Of course I do not want to rush through spring and summer, but won’t it be fun when It’s Halloween time again?

Isn’t it National Women’s Day?

Scrolling through my Media Library, I came across a movie poster I have not shared recently. I tend to share the classics a lot, but I do love a cheesy flick about a bug monster.

Here is a cheery fellow!

I close with a dose of cuteness. My husband Steven gave me the sweet vampire. My friend Marsha sent me the pot. The Orange cloth is a t-shirt I just happened to have. As usual, the monsters have cheered me up. Happy Monday, everyone!

Cinema on Slacker Saturday

I pause in enjoying my evening for a Slacker Saturday Post. I made up my mind earlier this week to have a relaxing Saturday at home, and for once I succeeded in my ambition.

“You made up your mind in one minute!”

Earlier tonight we watched The Bad Seed, one of out favorite cheesy movies. In the above scene, Patty McCormick is still supposed to be the perfect, angelic child, not the selfish, bad-tempered murderess we know she is. No spoiler alert needed there; we all know what the movie is about.

Technically, the blood should be spurting out.

After The Bad Seed, Steven graciously agreed to watch one of my favorites, The Brain That Wouldn’t Die. The above picture does not feature said brain. Personally I feel it is just as well that blood is not spurting out of that arm hole, as I suggested in the caption.

It is sad to me how happy he looks.

We are now watching The Bride of Frankenstein, one of the few movies where the sequel surpasses the original, although I love the original as well. We often watch the two movies together, but I can’t do everything right, especially on Slacker Saturday.

Spunky, Movie, Murder, Melfe’s

I think I can manage a Throwback Thursday Post. I apologize that I have not been living up to my claim of being “totally fun” lately (my logo still says that, doesn’t it?). I comfort myself that many find unrelenting cheerfulness annoying. Thus I look on the bright side of being unable to look on the bright side. Be that as it may, let us get on with the post.

Look at that adorable overbite!

Looking back to January of 2017, I found Spunky, a dog we had for a sadly short time. That basket was not meant to be a dog bed, but Spunkman went over and climbed right in. I would love to adopt a dog in 2021.

Who says you just can’t get a head?

In January 2018, I did not share any personal pictures. I picked a silly still from one of my favorite cheesy horror flicks.

Great read.

From January 2019 I choose a picture of local historical interest. I love local history. I love murder, too.

Alas, no steel-toed work boots for me.

My photo from January 2020 represents a shout-out to a local business and a sad note for me. Every January for the past nine years, I have gone to Melfe’s Shoes in Ilion, NY, for new work shoes. Alas, I no longer work at a factory. Melfe’s carries other shoes as well. Last spring I got some great sneakers there. I shall have to stop in and see if they have anything suited to my current position. That would make a good blog post.

This brings me to January 2021 and over 250 words. Yay me. I hope to see you all tomorrow for Lame Post Friday.

New Year’s with Vincent

I interrupt my New Year’s Eve celebrations to make a blog post. It was easy for my husband, Steven, and I to heed the calls to stay home and not gather for the holiday, because that is what we usually do for New Year’s Eve. Sweat pants, wine, and movies. What more could we ask?

I could ask that my Media Library be more organized, for one thing. We are watching familiar movies, and I know I have pictures of them. Movie pictures add so much to a post like this.

The master at work.

Our first movie was House on Haunted Hill, the original starring Vincent Price, directed by William Castle.  It is one of our perennial favorites. 

Me, trying to scroll through all my pictures.

I have some even better pictures of that movie, but it is too difficult to find them.  Perhaps I will make a New Year’s Resolution to find out how to better organize my photos.

We continued with both Price and Castle with The Tingler.

He’s feeding her a line, and she’s got him on a string.

I paused in my making a blog post to watch Carolyn Jones’ scenes in House of Wax, starring Vincent Price but not directed by William Castle. 

Now that I am over 200 words, I shall feel free to return to my holiday libations and movie viewing.  Happy New Year, everyone!