I had some idea that I would go ahead and make my Lame Post Friday post later on Friday, after I had made my Apologetic Post. Of course that did not work out. Then I thought I would do a post at some point on Saturday, at least before I had started my usual Saturday debauchery. Doesn’t that make me sound like a lush? Perhaps I am. On the other hand, I did not drink and drive, and I am in fact, ten finger typing on my Chromebook with some amount of accuracy. So there’s that.
On the other hand, I do not feel up to making what I feel is a real blog post. There are a couple of things I did last weekend and even this weekend. To blog about last weekend, I would need to find my cell phone and add some photos to my Media Library. Is that really such a problem? I guess it is. This weekend I took no photos, alas. However, I said I was going to start posting daily again, so here I am, trying for some semblance of a blog post.
A delightful collection.
I am onto the movie watching portion of my Saturday. I watched House on Haunted Hill, the Vincent Price/William Castle original, of course, and Rope, another favorite. In looking for another movie to watch, I considered The Best of the Worst, a DVD collection a purchased for my late, dearly missed husband Steven’s birthday one year, although I confess to enjoying it more than he did. I was not inspired by any of the choices so decided on Midnight Lace, a surprisingly cheesy Doris Day movie on a collection of her movies I recently impulse bought for myself.
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I confess to liking House on Haunted Hill better than Midnight Lace. For one reason, Doris Day has no courage whatsoever. She is on the phone with a guy who is saying he is going to kill her and she hangs up, unable to listen to another word. It’s on the PHONE, for heavens’ sake! He is not there, directly threatening her; she can’t even stay on the line long enough for her husband to get on the extension and listen in? I prefer my movie females to have more spunk. I guess there is not a whole lot more spunk in the females in House on Haunted Hill, but at least they are threatened by ghosts and skeletons that are right there.
But perhaps I malign poor Doris. There is no doubt her tormentor is a consummate manipulator. I shall not expound on this more, in case you have not seen the movie and care to some day. I remember being quite taken with it the first time I saw it. I was younger and less critical in those days.
I would like to add a picture of Doris Day but, alas, have not yet learned how to do so on my Chromebook. Still, I am approaching 500 words, which I feel is respectable for Some Semblance of a Post. I will try to get on to those Mohawk Valley adventures tomorrow.
Mohawk Valley Girl 