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Some Semblance of a Tired Tuesday Post

Probably no one is surprised, least of all me, that I was too tired to make my Tired Tuesday post on Tuesday.  I am having difficulty doing any kind of writing lately (and even typing; kept making typos on those last two sentences), but I did not come here to whine.  I cam here to drink coffee and, I hope, make some semblance of a blog post.

I like my coffee hot!

This is not the mug I am currently using, but I thought a Halloween mug would be nice since I did not make a Monstrous Monday post yesterday.  I do love all things Halloween.  Well, most things Halloween.  Not the really nasty stuff, like the dead baby decorations or most of the ’70’s slasher flicks.  I know that makes me lose cred in some horror circles.  So be it.

I’m afraid I do not have any plans for Mohawk Valley Adventures in the near future.  However, I may start running soon, making Running Commentary Posts a thing again.  I must decide by Feb. 4 if I am going to run the Boilermaker 15K in Utica in July, in order to get the best pricing for registration.  I had rather a traumatic time of it last year and would like to better my record.  Not that I think I can ever make a really good time; I would just like to finish without being helped to the first aid tent.  But enough of my running woes.

Additionally, I am writing (and having trouble with; see first paragraph) a murder mystery for April at Salisbury Grange.  That will necessitate a few blog posts, I hope.

A suspicious lot, to be sure.

Here is a picture from a rehearsal of last year’s mystery, Shooting at the Grange.  I see I am approaching 300 words.  Score!  I adjourn for more coffee, and once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

No Severed Heads, But Columbo and Coffee

I pause in doing absolutely nothing to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post.  I did muster up the wherewithal to go grocery shopping and do a load of laundry.  If I can get enough oomph to make tomorrow’s lunch, I will feel pleased with myself.  Of course, I will also feel that I should have done a few more things, but I try to celebrate every small win.  Is that like giving myself a participation trophy?  Let us not look too deeply into these things.  I am already perilously close to swooning, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, of course.

Don’t drive too fast! It’s dangerous!

I don’t really mind Monday being so close.  It is, after all, the natural progression of things.  Who am I to argue with nature?  Additionally, I always have the feeling that a new week can be a new beginning.  Maybe this is the week I will finally get things right.  I probably won’t, and the older I get the more I think, so what?  Why do I constantly feel that I must achieve that mythical state of having my act together?  Ah well, this is more of a philosophical question better suited to Lame Post Friday.

One of my favorite guys!

This is what I am enjoying right now: Columbo and a hot cup of coffee (and I said I was doing absolutely nothing!).  I actually wanted to have a Severed Head Sunday by watching Bette Davis in Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, but the DVD would not cooperate.   Or maybe it was the player.  I don’t question these things, I just look for another DVD to pop in.

I see I am over 250 words.  I consider that sufficient for a lighthearted post on a Sunday afternoon.  I thank you for tuning in and hope to see you again on Monday, monstrous or otherwise.

 

Did You Ever See a Fat Vampire?

I had a wild thought yesterday that I was going to make another blog post in the evening, but that did not happen.  This morning I have reason to be grateful to my slow dining-room-table-table-top, because while I waited for things to load, my coffee maker had time to brew this morning’s cups.  I was going to put “this morning’s pot” but did not want to confuse things.  It’s legal in New York State (where I am) by the way.

As you may guess, this post is just going to be me babbling on for 200 words or so.  Regular readers (if I still have any) may recall that I reserve the right to make these foolish posts, especially if I am posting every day, which I hope to continue to do.  Additionally, it has been a long time (too lazy to go back and be exact) since I have done a Monstrous Post, and I miss my monsters!  For another reason, the pictures will pep the post up.

See? She’s happy the blog is back.

Here is a nice vampire to brighten our morning, of the Hammer Horror variety.  I’m not sure which film this picture is from, or even if it is a still or a publicity shot.  It appears her pinky ring is a little big for her.  I hope she doesn’t lose it.  I lost a pinky ring once after losing a considerable amount of weight.  I would just imagine the liquid diet of the vampires would have a similar slimming effect.  Think about it, did you ever see a fat vampire?  I just now thought about it.

By the way, there is nothing wrong with weighing whatever you happen to weigh.  I do not believe in fat shaming, and any remarks about fat vampires are not in any way meant to do so.

What’s he looking so annoyed about?

This, of course, is who many believe is the quintessential vampire, Bela Lugosi as Count Dracula.  Lugosi had many other delicious horror roles.  I loves me some Bela.

I always think he looks startled here.

I can’t close without including my favorite, Nosferatu, from the 1922 silent movie of the same name.  He is fine, yes.

I see I am over 350 words.  I say very respectable for a foolish post.  Now I have two in a row. Let’s see if I can keep this good habit up!

 

It Bugs Me To Make A Late Post

Hello and welcome to another Late Post Week here at Mohawk Valley Girl.  Last night I managed to make a couple of phone calls, get the trash out, and find a book to read since I could not find the book I was currently reading.  I’m usually reading more than once book at a time anyways.  Last night I fell asleep even while enjoying my book about Death and the Virgin Queen.  It is about the alleged murder of Amy Robsart, possibly by her husband Robert Dudley, Queen Elizabeth I’s favorite.  It is history, not historical fiction.  I usually have a problem with historical fiction, especially when I know a little about the actual history involved.

OK, is this going to be a post about books or a Monstrous Monday post?  I vote for monsters!

Yikes!

Trolling my Media Library for monster pictures I have not shared recently, I found the poster for Tarantulas.  This raises the question:  which is worse, little spiders or big ones?  In this movie, obviously the big ones are the problem.  However, it seems to me the little ones are more insidious, because they are harder to see and can find more places to hide.  In fact, how do you know that one is not crawling up your leg right now? EEEK!  Just kidding.  I do not have a problem with spiders.  They eat bugs I really hate, such as mosquitoes and flies.

Scary!

OK, I guess the big bugs can be pretty bad, too.  Here is Joan Collins in Empire of the Ants.  I would like to have that one on DVD.

Speaking of which…

I do not have another picture of an insect or arachnid to round out the post so end on a philosophical note (half-baked, as my philosophy usually is?  You decide).  Some readers may be tired of Monstrous Monday.  Some may feel I should have found more pictures for this post.  I personally have not had coffee yet and mean to correct that deficiency.  Once again, thank you for tuning in.

 

Post-Play, Pre-Coffee, At Least It’s a Post!

I suppose it is time for a Post Play Post, but I am not at all sure that I am up for one.

As it happens, I was not.  I typed in that one sentence (picking one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet,  of course) then went to sleep.  In my defense, I was tired and had been drinking wine. The play I refer to, for those of you just tuning in, was An Evening of Timeless Comedy,  three one-act plays presented as the opening production of Ilion Little Theatre’s 100th Season.  Sunday was our last performance.

Now it is Monday morning and my coffee is still perking.  It is flavored coffee, because I neglected to buy more of the regular kind (which I prefer) when I was at the grocery store.  What, you may legitimately ask, is the matter with me?

A dramatic moment.

I do not have any pictures from last night so stole this one from the Ilion Little Theatre Club Facebook page.  It is a rehearsal shot from The Mayor and the Manicure, the third one-act of the evening.

Now I must concentrate on the murder mystery we are putting on to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society on Nov. 11 (preview of coming attractions).  Ilion Little Theatre is already in rehearsals for their next show, Newsies.  As for this blog,  I guess I will just continue to hobble along, and try to make more posts on time.  Now where’s that coffee? Flavored coffee is better than none!

 

Bonita to the Rescue!

Monday was a Blogger’s Sick Day.  Now it is early Tuesday morning and I am trying for some semblance of a post. Coffee will help.

I’m getting there.

Well, that took forever, and it isn’t even the picture I was looking for.  But it will have to do.

Now I feel like screaming.

Unable to think of anything else to say, I went to my Media Library and found this picture from The Screaming Skull.  It is actually a pretty entertaining flick, although I first encountered it on Mystery Science Theater 3000, which, in case you did not know it, features cheesy movies.

And it hasn’t even started yet!

I thought I would continue the skeleton theme, and do you think I could find any skeletons?  I found a half dozen other pictures I have wasted time searching for.  One day I will sit down and make an index of that Media Library.

A depiction of me, buried in my own thoughts.

There’s a skeleton!  Or at least parts of one.  Your imagination can supply the rest.

Oh dear.  All I am doing is watching the word count and hoping to make it to 200 words.  Is this how other bloggers do it?  I don’t think so.

Bonita to the rescue!

One more skeleton picture will put me over the top!  This is my beloved Bonita, wearing a dog mask we found at a rummage sale.

And that is over 200 words.  On to face Tuesday!

 

I Slack, I Scatter, It Is No Longer Saturday

It is almost 10:30 on a Saturday night.   I almost never stay up this late any more.  What the hell am I thinking?  The usual answer to that is: I am not thinking.  Which at least makes a change from over thinking.  Sometimes I like to shake things up.

I always kill house plants personally.

Earlier this evening I watched Little Shop of Horrors, the original non-musical directed by Roger Corman.  It is one of my favorites.

Aaand that was as far as I got last night.  I got too sleepy searching my Media Library for a picture of the movie Tormented which I thought I had but could not find so hit Save Draft and left it for this morning.  I slept in till after seven, what a bum!  I haven’t even had coffee yet.

Words of wisdom indeed.

This showed up in my Facebook Memories. I just don’t imagine I made anybody but myself unhappy by not making my Saturday blog post on Saturday.  Then again, I am part of Everybody.

Before I typed in the preceding paragraph, I hit Save Draft again and got myself my first cup of the day.  I put it in a Halloween mug, because as all true Halloween aficionados know, spooky season starts the day after Labor Day.   Then there are those like me, who try to keep the spirit alive all year, hence my viewing of horror movies most of the time.

I see I am approaching 250 words, and I have no idea what to bill this as.  Slacker Saturday because I am making it on Sunday?  Scattered Saturday because the subject matter kind of wandered?  Oh the trials and tribulations!   But as always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Is a Redundancy as Bad as a Tautology?

So after a weekend of missed blog posts, I have had a week of late blog posts.  At least it is Friday, early morning as I sit, lounged on my couch pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet (most of that clause helpfully supplied by the predictive text thingy), and gratefully sipping coffee.

I was about to tell you of a weird, unexplained thing, but as soon as I started to, the explanation dawned on me.  The weird thing was this:  I did not put on coffee last night (no, that’s not the weird thing, keep reading).  I thought, I am not going to put on coffee and I am going to leave the kitchen light on all night.  I have a thing for leaving lights on lately, although I try to be conscientious about saving electricity.  When I got up this morning, the kitchen light was off!  I know I left it on! I remember deciding to!  Weird!

As soon as I started to tell the story,  I remembered.  After going upstairs I realized I had not taken my pills.  I had brought my old lady pill holder (the kind with a.m. and p.m. Monday through Friday) downstairs, because I have been being very bad about taking my a.m. pills.  I had it upstairs because my p.m. pills are more important and I was afraid if I forgot to take them I would be too lazy to walk downstairs and correct the omission.

So I proved myself not too lazy to walk down the stairs and no doubt automatically turned off the light, not even thinking about it (was that a redundancy to say “automatically ” and “not even thinking about it”?  I suppose so, but I do so for emphasis).

I am sorry I do not have a ghost story to share.  It would have been a nice follow-up to my Mid-Week Monsters Post.  However, I see I am over 300 words.  I guess I’ll slap on a headline and bill it as a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.

 

Sit Down Saturday?

I am having a moment.  Not a bad moment, but kind of a blah moment.  It is in fact a rather strong bout of Don’t Wanna Do Nuthin’.  So I thought to myself, well at least you can do a blog post (did not feel inclined to call myself Shirley today).

I woke up about 3:30 this morning with a bad headache.  No, I did not tie one on last night, so stop tsk-tsking at me (you know who you are).  I am out of acetaminophen but thought maybe more sleep would help with the result that I got up at six, which regular readers know is sleeping in for me.

Weekends are my days for long, challenging runs.  I had neglected to put on coffee last night so I decided to run first.  I ignored my usual weekend running plans and made up my mind to a short run.  Thirty minutes tops.  Maybe even twenty.  Or fifteen in a pinch.

It turned out to be in a pinch,  I ran for just over a mile in a little over 15 minutes (once again too lazy to get the Garmin and check.  I drank my chocolate milk recovery beverage but never got the oomph to fix breakfast till a couple of hours later.  Sorry, body.

I forgot where I was going with all this.  Lame Post Saturday?  No matter.  It is over 200 words, and my Saturday Post is done on Saturday (no matter what my WordPress timestamp may say).  If only I had a peppy picture to close with.  Maybe a monster.

You go, girl!

I stole this from Dracula’s House of Halloween, one of my favorite Facebook pages.   I did drink all the coffee, but sadly there is no longer anybody in my house to strangle me over it.  On that melancholy note,  Happy Saturday,  everyone.

 

What Could Be Better Than Monsters?

So my goals were to find something to enjoy on Monday and to make a better blog post, but I think we all knew I was more likely to revert to Monstrous Monday.  My day at work was not bad at all.  My worst moment was getting myself out of bed.  Oh, did I want to sleep in!  But coffee worked its magic, and my day improved from there.

This is how cheerful I am after coffee.

After work things got a little dicey as I struggled with my checkbook and fretted over bills.  I did not go running as I had intended, and I almost forgot to take out the trash.  However, I had walked for 30 minutes this morning, and the trash and recyclables are now waiting by the curb.  Additionally, the dishes are washed, and tomorrow’s lunch is packed.

The happy smile I get after doing a few chores.

I seem to always be listing every little thing I get done, either in this blog, in one of my journals, or just in my head.  It is to keep from beating myself up over all the things that I have left undone.  For heavens’ sakes, I can’t do everything!  Or so I comfort myselg

Maybe if I had three friends behind me and a pitchfork!

I guess this last picture doesn’t show a monster, but it is from a pretty scary movie, Invasion of the Body Snatchers.   As messed up as my life can be, I would not want some pod growing into a duplicate of me and taking over my body.  Now that I think about it, that movie is also pretty sad.  All the characters I like turn into beings with no warmth or feelings.

On that rather melancholy note,  I see I am approaching 300 words.  Perhaps it is not a better blog post, but at least I tried.