This morning I treated myself to breakfast at Farmhouse Restaurant in Ilion, NY. I thought about being frugal and eating at home, but then I thought I would support the local economy. Additionally, I didn’t want to make any more dirty dishes.
It’s a great place to eat.
Dateline was playing on the television when I arrived. Oh boy! I changed my seat twice, once to be facing the TV then again because the bright sun was too hot on my ear. I always think it’s funny how it can be so cold outside but the sun can be so hot.
I ordered coffee and an egg sandwich with bacon, egg and cheese. Yum!
I love how it’s always a different coffee mug.
It was the waitress’ last day. She is moving south. I wished her good fortune in her new home. As I left I told her to have a good day, then wished the same to the other patrons.
“And as for Dateline, that guy totally did it.” I looked at the screen. “Not that guy, the other guy.”
It was a very pleasant breakfast. I was glad I had bestirred myself to go.
You know, instead of Blame it on Dateline. Or have I used that before? I would not be surprised. I often fail to post on time, and I almost always watch Dateline I am a little obsessed.
This was in my Media Library.
Yes, I did nothing useful last night, unless you count the crocheting I did while I sipped wine and enjoyed true crime. I do enjoy true crime.
If I wanted to rationalize my continual viewing of Dateline (with occasional breaks for Snapped, Forensic Files and otners) (they cancelled ReasonableDoubt, dammit!), I could say that since I write murder mysteries, it falls under the heading of Research. The problem with that rationalization is that I could get a lot better research done at the library. Books are way better than television for research, and I know it.
However, I do not feel I need to rationalize my television viewing. I enjoy it, I do it. Did that sound a little defensive? Well then, quit shaking your finger at me (you know who you are). Shake your booty instead.
Come to think about it, blaming my failure to make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday is also a rationalization. Oh dear. Perhaps I should make up a new headline about rationalizations.
What is my problem that I can’t even make a lame post on Lame Post Friday? But so it is, many Fridays. Perhaps if I posted before the third glass of wine. Or the third DVR’d episode of Dateline. I’ll have to try that next week.
In the meantime, here I sit, lounged comfortably on the couch, sipping coffee and pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus. The advantage of this is the predictive text thingy. I love those Facebook memes that give you a sentence and tell you to finish it with predictive text. I tried it once with a blog post, with, I confess, no notable success.
That was a fun day.
I went to my Media Library for a picture to pep things up (thank you, predictive text thingy) and found this gem from December 2017. It was just before the Reindeer Run 5K in Little Falls, NY. Regular readers may recall that I have been debating whether or not to run it this year. It is next week, Dec. 10, so I had better make up my dithery mind (autocorrect thinks dithery is not a word! The idea!).
With this in mind, perhaps I should stop blogging and go for a run. For one reason, I have finished my coffee. For another, I think it is supposed to get more cold and blustery as the day goes on. I should git while the gittin’s good (I guess I can’t blame autocorrect for not liking “git” and “gittin’s”).
Hello, and welcome to another late Lame Post Friday post. I thought briefly about making this post last night, but I was too lazy. I was watching Keith Morrison on DVR’d episodes of Dateline. I loves me some true crime!
Just throwing in a picture to pep things up.
Tonight we present He Laughed Himself to Death, the interactive murder mystery dinner theatre benefiting the Herkimer County Historical Society. I must recruit my energies. And continue to study my lines.
Giving the information one more time.
Hmmm… I can’t think of a whole lot else to say. I have had coffee and breakfast, played a few games of solitaire (with an actual deck of cards, as God intended), all while looking at the news but trying not to pay too much attention, because, quite frankly, it is depressing. Yes, I have been up for a while. Early to bed, early to rise, and the rest of the saying is a bunch of lies. I just now made that up and am rather pleased with it.
I have a thing for putting my fists in the air.
When all else fails, throw in another picture. This is from October 2020, when I walked up to Herkimer College to vote (perhaps you read my blog post about it). Since Election Day is Tuesday, that makes this a kind of a PSA reminding folks to vote.
That got me over 200 words. Score! Maybe one more picture for good measure. Mystery or monster? Let me see what I can find in my Media Library.
Scary! And fun!
From The Screaming Skull. It has nothing to do with the rest of the post, but I like it.
I wonder how often I am Lame and Late these days. For anyone just tuning in, that means I am making my Lame Post Friday post early Saturday morning (I think last week I made it late Saturday morning). Just to add a little whining (one of my worser habits), I have a headache (yes, I know “worser” is not a word, but I looked it up on DuckDuckGo: it is recognized when used).
Where was I? Ah yes, posting lame and late, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus, and trying to think of a Lame title while struggling for something entertaining to say.
I should strut with such confidence.
I went to my Media Library for a picture to pep things up. I was hoping for a Dateline logo or shot of Keith Morrison, since I was watching an episode with him instead of making a blog post yesterday. But when I saw Don Amadio and Moth from Love’s Labour’s Lost last summer (perhaps you read some of my blog posts about it), I was charmed. They were so fun.
I do not know what today will bring, so no Preview of Coming Attractions, alas. Perhaps a run, perhaps a Mohawk Valley Adventure. But first, more coffee. And to find that elusive headline…
My evening has kind of gotten away from me, but perhaps I could manage a Monstrous Monday Post. Full disclosure: I spent a good portion of the evening watching a two-hour Dateline on DVR. In my defense, Keith Morrison. Hubba, hubba!
Steve is a little jealous. Teehee!
It’s really Keith’s voice that curdles me. So mellifluous! And when he talks about murder and mayhem, I have all my favorite things! But he is scarcely monstrous. What else can I come up with?
One reaon I am so sluggish is the extreme humidity we have been experiencing today. Oh, stop playing that miniature violin! I know others have it worse, and some demented people even like it. As for me, I am hunkered down near a fan, thinking longingly of central air. Or fall.
What I feel like today.
Ah yes, The Blob. I am feeling rather blobulous myself lately. I walk almost every day and try not to eat too much, but these moderate measures seem to be no match for middle age. There’s a monster for you!
A recurring bit of advice I sometimes follow.
I modify the advice: Know when to give up, lie down in front of a fan, and go to sleep! At least I made it to 200 words. Thank you for tuning in.
I thought of that title just now after I hit, “Add New.” As usual, I ain’t got much to blog about. I do not intend to let that stop me. It is, after all, Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
I drove into Rome, NY today to visit my Dad for Father’s Day. I was very grateful to be able to do so. I could write a whole blog post about how wonderful my father is, but I don’t want to make everybody else jealous. Oh, I know, lots of people have perfectly wonderful fathers too, and the people who do not would probably not feel jealous either. Yet, I will not write a paean of praise to my father but will content myself with saying that he deserves one.
Returning home, I found my husband, Steven, watching FriendlyPersuasion, because he wanted to watch a movie with a good father. It is a good movie and a beautiful one. However, it makes me cry. I did not want to cry, but I daresay it was good for me.
Since the movie, we have been watching DVR’d episodes of Dateline, which gives me plenty of opportunities to say, “She totally did it!” As for me, I totally made my Sunday blog post on Sunday. I say, Score! I hope to see you all again on Monstrous Monday.
Once again, the little devil on one shoulder whispered the I did not have to make a blog post and indeed would be happier if I did not. I happen to know that little devil is a big fat liar (although sometimes her arguments are convincing). So I thought I would just see what I could come up with, during commercials of a live television (as opposed to DVR’d) episode of Dateline we are watching.
I thought another picture would be nice and found this Johnny Jump-up from April 2021. I have not seen evidence of any coming up so far this year, although we do have a number of crocuses. I hope to plant more flowers as we get further into spring.
This is becoming a rather disjointed post (Non-Sequitur Tuesday?). That is because I have only been typing (one letter at a time with the stylus) during commercials. It is an absorbing episode, although I am finding it interesting for other reasons than the murder. Oh, I am interested in the murder, you know me and murder! But I am intrigued by the characters of the people involved, by what they are saying, and by how I am getting quite a different impression from the one they seem to think they are making.
For example, and this has happened in more than one case, the friends of the murdered woman are all saying how wonderful she was, so sweet, everybody loved her. Then we hear some of the stuff she did, and I think, that wasn’t very nice! Oh, I know: nobody is all one thing or the other. A wonderful person can do not nice things.
I’m afraid I am too tired to chase down the thought and express it properly. Oh yeah, that’s right: Tired Tuesday. I hope I don’t Wuss out on Wednesday.
Guy on Dateline: The fact that I had an affair doesn’t make me a murderer.
Me: No, the fact that you killed your wife makes you a murderer.
This exchange actually did not take place while my husband, Steve, and I watched a DVR’d episode of Dateline, but it very well may have, if tonight’s murdering husband had agreed to be interviewed. Still, I thought it made a good enough opening for tonight’s Muddled Monday Post.
“What?” some readers may be saying. “No Monstrous Monday this week?” Oh well, maybe I could find one monster.
I am very tired tonight and in fact disinclined to make any post at all. However, I also know that it is all too easy to go ahead and just not post for too many days in a row. Before I know it, I am not a blogger at all, just another schlub who used to have a blog. I would far rather be a schlub with a blog.
When I was looking for a picture of a monster, I saw this shot of Keith Morrison in my Media Library. He is my favorite Dateline narrator. His voice is so soothing. I want him to come to my house and read me bedtime stories, although in general I dislike being read to (full disclosure: I loved it when my Mom read to us when we were little) (it was different then).
Where was I? Ah yes, Muddled Monday, which is really another way of saying Some Post, Any Post.
I see I am over 250 words. I think instead of pouring myself a glass of wine, I will give up and go to bed. I hope to see you all again on Tired Tuesday.
I thought I could have a Sunday Cinema Post but am not sure if I am able to wax sufficiently eloquent about the movies I saw. I had originally considered a Sunday Running Commentary Post, because I took a good long run early this morning. Then, too, a Scattered Sunday Post might be eligible, because I also did yard work, worked around the house, went to visit family and took a long drive home.
All this by way of introduction to one of my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday Posts. It has not been a bad day at all, but when I think of all the things I have not accomplished this weekend, I am inclined to swoon.
Then again, what is so wrong about enjoying the weekend and not being super productive? I feel sure Svengoolie would approve, especially since I spent part of today watching DVR’d episodes of his show.
The first Svengoolie we watched was Mystery of the Wax Museum, the precursor to the Vincent Price classic House of Wax. I know very little about the more recent remake, nor do I care to.
The second Svengoolie we chose was Shadow of the Cat. I remembered the title just now. It had slipped my mind earlier, hence the title of this blog post. I will let that title stand, however, because I like it.
I got all excited when I heard it was a Hammer Horror. Alas, it featured neither Peter Cushing nor Christopher Lee. It was not a bad flick, but it was not the thrill I was hoping for. Perhaps I was too tired to invest the necessary attention.
I enjoyed more the DVR’d episode of Dateline we watched next. Keith Morrison is fine, yes.
So I reach the end of my Sunday feeling happy enough, because I am not putting my blog post off till tomorrow morning. I put tomorrow’s lunch together as well. I am going to call that a win and worry about all the stuff I did not accomplish later. Perhaps I will not worry about it at all but strive to accomplish all in time. As always, I will keep you posted (see what I did there?).