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Lame Without Parole

I pause in my viewing of Snapped to make this week’s Friday Lame Post.  Incidentally,  this is a really good —

I was about to say a really good episode, which I have not seen before, when I got distracted by another twist in the case at hand.  I just can’t get enough murder and mayhem.  Now it is a commercial, so perhaps I can progress on my blog post.

Of course as soon as I typed that I went blank. What else can I expect on Lame Post Friday?

OK, that episode is over.  Before I get all absorbed in the next one, I have a not so random observation to share.  In fiction, when somebody gets murdered, many people have a motive.  It is much more interesting that way.  When I write a murder mystery, my victim is usually a real slime bucket and few are sorry that he or she is dead.

In real life, however, murder victims are often nice people.  They are kind and loving parents, siblings or spouses.  It’s the murderer that is the real son of a bitch.

I guess this observation falls under the heading No Shit, Sherlock.  Well, what does anybody expect from me on Lame Post Friday?

 

Do Not Forgo the Memory

Regular readers (if I still have any) (I hope I do!) know that I rarely forgo Lame Post Friday.

OK, this is usually something I would confine to a parenthetical comment, but this being Lame Post Friday, I will give it its its own paragraph. “Forego” with an “e” means to go before, to precede.  “Forgo” means to give up or go without. I learned that just now,  when my computer told me both spellings were correct (well, not in so many words, but it did not underline or autocorrect either version). I pulled out my dictionary and looked it up.

And now you know how old school (which sounds somewhat better than just “old”) I am:  I use an actual dictionary.  It is a large red book: Random House Webster’s College Dictionary (New York, 1991).  It was given to me many years ago as a Christmas present from some friends who knew I wanted to be a writer.

Ooh look, I just related this post back to Christmas.  But now I am thinking about the friends who gave me the dictionary, a couple we were very friendly with when we lived up north, in the Potsdam and Norwood, NY area.  We pretty much lost touch with them when they left the area, although we exchanged Christmas cards and eventually re-connected with the wife on Facebook.  Sadly, she died from cancer a few years ago.

This has gotten rather melancholy for a Friday Lame Post, but I think it is important to remember friends.  So, a lexicographical note and a memory.  Sounds like a Friday post to me.

 

Merry Christmas Anyways

I wonder if anybody has noticed that I have not posted since Sunday.  I have no valid excuse.  I have a few lame ones but I am loathe to share them, largely because my mother reads this blog and I don’t want her to worry.  Ooh, too late now, unless I delete this paragraph.

I can’t do that.  I haven’t posted for three days; I can’t get the type-it-in-backspace-it-out disease now.

However, it seems I can possibly get the hit-Save-but-don’t-Publish-it disease.  I confess to having a few atrophied partial posts floating in my Drafts.  Every so often I pull one out and try to finish it.  No luck so far.

So basically, what I am offering today is Yet Another Post About Being Unable To Make A Decent Blog Post.  Could that possibly be worth a three day wait?  You tell me.

The main reason I have not been able to post is my ongoing struggles with depression.  I dislike mentioning it, because I do not want to be whining, especially as I feel my problems are far less than what others deal with.  Incidentally,  the latter reflection makes me feel even worse.  What an ungrateful wretch am I!

However, perhaps other readers also suffer from depression, and they might like to feel that they are not alone.  They may even get a frisson of superiority if they are dealing with their problems with greater aplomb than I can muster.  Remember: no life is wasted, because one can always stand as a bad example.

In summary:  I have not been posting lately, because I have felt paralyzed by my depression.  However, it is nothing for anybody to worry about, should anybody feel so inclined.  This will probably just morph over into a common or garden post-Christmas letdown. I have survived those before.

On the brighter side (see, I can usually find one of those), once I hit Publish,  I have finally made a blog post.  Phew!  I was getting worried that not posting was going to become a habit.

 

Late on Friday, Ambitious for Saturday

So Thursday I managed a foolish post while tired, but I could not accomplish such a feat on Friday.  I know I proclaimed Wednesday Lame Post Friday,  but I think I will have to dub it Wuss-out Wednesday and have another Lame Post Friday today.  Uh, yesterday.

Today, in fact, is Shop Small Saturday,  a holiday tailor made for Mohawk Valley Girl!  I have actually been saying lately, ” EVERY Saturday is Shop Small Saturday for me!  I hardly ever shop big!”  That said, I plan to make a few local stops today, perhaps even venturing out of Herkimer into Frankfort, Ilion, Mohawk, and Little Falls.  Hmm. That may entail quite a number of stops. We’ll see.

However, there are other things I need to accomplish. I must get some writing done other than a late, lame blog post. It would be a good idea to run. And there is always my house that needs a lot of cleaning…

I think more coffee is first on the agenda.  We’ll make this post a little shorter than my usual, and I’ll try to make up for it later.

 

Too Much Turkey to Type!

Must… make… blog… post…

You know, like in a super hero comic book, or graphic novel or something.  I am VERY tired and SO tempted to just bag it.  After all, I made a blog post earlier. True, it was not today’s blog post, but must we be didactic about these things?

How good of a blog post do I need to make on a holiday, anyways?  Well, considering the low quality of most of my recent offerings, I guess it could go either way.  Perhaps I SHOULD make a decent post since so many others have been foolish.  On the other hand, if this is another foolish post, it will only be par for the course.

It might be nice to make a Thanksgiving post, saying how grateful I am for things.  I am SO grateful for my family.  I got to see almost all of them today.  That is, parents, siblings, nieces and nephews.  I’d like to see some aunts, uncles and cousins sometime too.  Then again, how many people can you reasonably visit with in a day?  At least I got a lot of hugs.

It is difficult to blog after a heavy dinner, two pieces of pie and, yes, a few glasses of wine. But  I can’t feel too bad about another foolish post.  I feel wonderfully happy, because I had a delightful day.  Happy Thanksgiving,  everybody!

 

Late, Lame, and Like a Friday

It turns out yesterday was Wuss-out Wednesday.  I fell asleep on the couch without making my blog post.  I have been wanting a lot of sleep lately (cue jokes about my sorely needing beauty rest).  Well, yesterday was kind of like Friday, because I am off work today, so why don’t I dash off a traditional Lame Post Friday post, with random observations and half-baked philosophy.  Traditional kind of fits, too, since today is Thanksgiving.

One random observation I have been making lately is that people are putting up their Christmas decorations.   I LOVE Christmas decorations!  Some folks say it is too early, please can we wait till after Thanksgiving.  This leads me neatly into some half-baked philosophy.

Quite frankly, I can see the point of the Please Wait crowd.  I have been known to speak sternly to those that start talking about Christmas in October.  “Halloween!” I beseech them, “Wait till after Halloween!”

We could go on to ponder how we got to be in such a rush, or why some of us feel the need for three months of Christmas, and how much of this is a profit making scheme of big retail.  Oh, that sounds like a lot of trouble for a late post.

Anyways, I want to go running, and I believe it is not currently precipitating, so I need to get while the gettin’, as they say, is good.

 

My Bad

I guess not posting on Saturday is a thing now. Of course I had better intentions, I always do! In fact, I typed in the following early yesterday evening:

I thought I could make a Scattered Saturday post before leaving for dinner with friends.  I had meant to make a Saturday Running Commentary post, having had a pretty good run this morning.  My in-head narration was pretty good, if I recall.

I’m sitting on my couch, typing one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, wearing a black sheath dress with pantyhose, with a fan on me, because of course I am having a hot flash. I hope that gives you the picture, because I am not taking a selfie.

Just as an aside, I am not one to have a Little Black Dress I wear for any and all occasions.  I prefer color. However, my wardrobe is in bad shape these days.  I picked up this dress at a rummage sale, untried-on, because it was fill three bags for a dollar day. What could I lose?

I am pairing my black dress with a many-colored blazer.  For accessories I have gold beads, a gold topaz bracelet, and three different elegant earrings.

And that was when Steven said we had better get going, so I saved it and got going.  What a lovely time we had!  I should write a blog post about it.  But first, I shall publish this draft, as my Sorry About Saturday post.  Hey, that sounds like a new category for Mohawk Valley Girl!

 

Is a Lame Post a True Crime?

Hello and welcome to Lame Post Friday.  As I logged into WordPress, the words, “Stay tuned for Lame Post Friday” were in my head.  I was actually thinking of waiting till tomorrow and making two posts, as I have done a regrettable number of times. But, no, I am awake and post I must (as I proofread this, I felt an impulse to put, “I am awake and a post I must make,” but I never like doing Yoda talk just to make a rhyme.  Did I do right?  Discuss amongst yourselves) .  Unfortunately,  once again, I got nuthin’.

My sinus infection seems to have morphed into a bad, bad cold.  Why does a cold sometimes feel like the most debilitating illness possible?  I’m guessing that it usually does not, but some of us are bigger babies than others (yes, I mean ME).

So I spent most of the day lounging around or trying to nap, and feeling grateful that I was not at work, where lounging and napping are frowned upon,  to say the least.  Later on I felt well enough to go to a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor and to dinner at Salvatore’s in Herkimer.

Now I am at home and half watching a Dateline: Secrets Uncovered which I believe I have seen before.  I know I have seen a Snapped and read a book about the case involved.  I do love true crime.

So here is my extremely lame blog post.  As always, I will try to do better tomorrow.

 

Can 10-Fingered Typing Help Me Now?

I am having a bad blogging weekend.  I fell asleep yesterday (Saturday) without making a post.  Then I got up extra early today, thinking, “OK, two posts in a day; I’ve done that before.”  But I didn’t do it.  Call it no discipline, call it a bad headache (which I had, but it’s gone now, thank heaven!), call be a big fat loser, or just shake your head (or your finger, or your booty).  Where was I?  Ah yes, self-flagellation.  Bad, bad blogger me!

Why does that feel as whiny as my complaints about not feeling able to write?  Oh dear, I was wrong to try to attempt this.  Apparently nothing useful will come out of my brain today.

I had some things to write about, and even some pictures in mind to share.  But all I wanted to do today was lounge around and read a Victoria Holt novel.  I made a pot of chicken soup, after dragging myself to the grocery store for ingredients and other necessities (twice, in fact, because I forgot my purse the first time).  And I knitted while we watched a couple of movies we had DVR’d.

Mostly I spent the day feeling down, down, down.  These things happen, of course.  One cannot spend all one’s time being up, up, up.  Even up, down, up can get a little tiring.  Sometimes the you just have to feel that way until you don’t feel that way any more.  In the meantime, I wanted to make at least one blog post over Saturday and Sunday.  Accordingly, I picked up my Tablet and stylus and…

Typing one letter at a time, even utilizing the sometimes accurate and often amusing predictive text, was just not cutting it for me.  So I switched over to the laptop.  Where things did not seem to go much better.  I just re-read what I have typed so far, and I am not proud of myself.  However, it is over 300 words.  I comfort myself with the thought that no life is wasted: you can always stand as a bad example.  I am sure that must also be true of blog posts.

 

Wining on Friday

 

Ah, wine.

My friend Bruce is always commenting on Facebook that it is wine time.  At this point in my Friday, I am inclined to agree.  I unexpectedly spent an extra two hours at work.  While I am very grateful for the overtime, I am TIRED!  Oh, don’t tell me to not complain, complaining is a time honored tradition for many of us, and a usually reliable method for letting off steam.

Where was I? Ah yes, Lame Post Friday.  I know, yesterday’s post was not exactly able bodied (isn’t that the opposite of lame?).  When have I ever hesitated to make multiple foolish posts in a row?

Another example of wine time.

Looking through my Media Library for more illustrations to pep up the post,  I came across this one of my husband, Steven, enjoying a glass at the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer, NY.  What, did you think I was drinking alone?  Full disclosure: I have enjoyed a solitary beverage on occasion.  Today, I join my husband in a glass (he got in first, then I saw if there was room for me).

I’m only a little hidden by Tracy’s glass.

I had to search for a picture of myself with wine.  That is because I am usually the one taking the pictures. This is our friend Tracy and me on  different visit to the Waterfront Grille.

Well, that’s three pictures and over 200 words.  I call that OK on a Lame Post Friday.  Happy Weekend,  everyone!