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Snap! It’s Lame Post Friday!

For the record, I have not reached mine yet.

My husband, Steven, and I are watching Snapped, one of my favorite guilty pleasures.  It is, with some exceptions, about women who kill people, most often women who kill their husbands, ex-husbands, lovers, or boyfriends.  I think it is a mark of great trust in my husband that he does not mind that I sometimes watch it with a notebook and pen handy.  Ahem, it is the TV Journal, not an Evil Plan Book.  I don’t have an Evil Plan Book, although now that I say so, it sounds kind of cool.  Note to self: get Evil Plan Book.

Where was I?  Ah yes, Lame Post Friday.  However foolishly I may have posted all week (I admit that some weeks it is a lot of foolishness), I still feel free to be silly on Friday.  You can shake your head, your finger, or you booty at me.  It won’t change anything.

That’s not me on the poster, but I was Roxy.

Speaking of women who snapped, a few years ago I played one who did in Roxy by Jack Sherman, which was presented by Herkimer County Historical Society and Ilion Little Theatre.  I wrote a few blog posts about it at the time.  I won’t link back to all of them.

On the Historic Four Corners, one of my favorite spots in Herkimer, NY.

The story of Roxalana Druse was a famous local story.  To make this a post of more local interest, I include pictures of a couple of the sites where some of it took place.  Above is the 1834 Jail, where Roxy stayed during the trial and awaiting execution.  She was hanged behind the jail, the last woman hanged in New York State.

Across the street from the jail.

This handsome building is the Herkimer County Courthouse where the trial took place.

Well I don’t know how lame this post turned out to be.  I started out with television and veered into local history, not saying very much about either one.  And I don’t know why I told you what I did; if you’ve read this far, you know what I wrote.  Kind of lame of me, would’t you say?  Happy Friday, everyone.

 

Tired Tuesday with Monsters

I tried for a real post today, or at least not a completely foolish one, but I sat here typing and backspacing out.  So I wrote the following, and I’m going to call it a Tired Tuesday post.  Sorry, folks. I’ll try not to Wuss-out on Wednesday.

“What do you mean you can’t write a blog post today?”

When all else fails, look for pictures from old monster movies.  I guess the above is more a horror flick than a monster movie, but you now I adore alliteration (see what I did there?).  The above picture is from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920), a pretty trippy silent movie.  I think I need to watch it again soon.  It might be problematic, though, because in general, I only watch silent movies while running in place on the mini-tramp.  If I try to knit or crochet, I can’t keep my eyes on the screen, which is kind of essential when there is no dialog.

“Now THAT’S a centerfold!”

Here’s two monsters, one on the cover, one looking at the magazine, and the word “MONSTERS” on the magazine!  A perfect picture for a monster post.  If only this was a Monday, my alliterative cup would overflow.

He’s a charming fellow.

As I looked through my Media Library, I saw The Brain that Wouldn’t Die (1962).  Only I didn’t want a picture of Jan in a pan; I wanted the monster.  I found the above on Dracula’s House of Halloween, one of my favorite Facebook pages.

The best thing to do on a foolish post is to keep it short.  I just passed 250 words and shared three pictures.  Let’s call it a day.

 

Not a Good Run, Not a Good Post, Happy Monday

I thought I was Back when it came to running.  During today’s run, it seemed, not so much.  However, if I don’t do a Monday Running Commentary, I got nuthin’.  So here goes.

All day, I thought about how good it would feel to run.  My longest run, on Sunday, was 35 minutes, and I went up the hill to Herkimer College the front way.  For the uninitiated, that is a pretty good hill.  How I felt after that run is unimportant.  The point was, I did it.  I figured a run on level ground would be no problem.  I wouldn’t have to go a full 35 minutes.  Of course, it would be nice to.  Maybe I could.  This was going to be great.

After work, I nearly talked myself out of it.  I felt tired. I felt down.  I thought about just sitting on the couch and chilling, as I often do on a Monday.  My plan, when I was so sure I was going to run, had been to drink a glass of iced tea (I made a pitcher for the party on Saturday, but nobody drank any) first.  A little caffeine before a work-out can help you burn more calories, or so I have read (in a magazine, not on the internet, so it might be true).  I drank the iced tea and checked my email.  Nothing exciting, as usual.

Then I got ready, threw a load of laundry in the washer, and went running.  “I couldn’t talk myself out of it,” I told Steven.  I still had high hopes it would be great.

Let’s just say, it was not.  My legs felt leaden.  My lungs did not want to breathe properly.  I felt like a big, stupid lump.  Of course I kept going.  Once I wrestle myself into two sports bras (PLEASE do NOT say, “TMI”), I run for at least a little while.  I did not think I would make 35 minutes, or even 32, which was the previous longest time.  Well, at least I could keep going for 20 minutes.  Maybe 25.  Then with my cool-down walk, I would be moving for 35 minutes.  That is the length of time I’ve read you should exercise daily to combat tension headaches.  Also, I need to burn calories.

I can’t give you a blow by blow of “I turned here, I looked at my watch, I said hello to the guy on the porch,” etc.  For one reason, I’m getting a headache.  So much for that 35 minutes of exercise theory! Yes, I did run for 25 minutes, plus a 10 minute cool-down walk.  I felt grimly satisfied that I ran at all.  I feel similarly about this blog post.  It ain’t such a much, but I’m going to hit Publish.  I hope to see you all on Tired Tuesday, or whatever kind of Tuesday it turns out to be.

 

Scattered or Slacker, It’s Saturday

I’ve never been so popular the whole town would chase me.

I pause in our viewing of Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956) to make my Scattered Saturday post.  I had been going to do a Saturday Running Commentary, and we took a nice walk, making a Pedestrian Post perfectly eligible.  But I thought waiting till later in the day and posting during a movie would be fun, too.

My run was actually very good, even though I woke up with a headache.  I had coffee, Gatorade, and water before the run.  The headache did not slow me down but neither did it go away during the run.  You’ll have that sometimes.  After writing a few post cards, Steven graciously agreed to go for a walk with me.  We first walked to First Source Federal Credit Union to deposit a check, going by way of some construction at the end of our street, so we could check the progress.  I think it’s going to be a while.

We cut through Meyers Park to get to the post office.  Before I mailed my cards, I noted on the bulletin board a program at the Herkimer County Historical Society to be given by Sue Perkins, society director, on Wednesday, June 20 (preview of coming attractions).  I told Steven I would like to go.

“What’s it about?”  he asked.

“I don’t remember, but Sue Perkins, Historical Society, that’s all I need to know.”  I later noted in the paper it is about how Herkimer used to look vs. how it looks now. I am quite interested.

After the post office, we stopped at Basloe Library, then went home.  A short time later we left again to pick up a prescription of mine at The Medicine Shoppe in Illion, with Steven making a quick foray into Ilion Wine and Liquor.  My headache still had not gone away, so I laid down for a while when we got home again.

I guess we did not do such a lot to make this a really good Scattered Saturday post. Maybe more of a Slacker Saturday?  No matter. There are movies to be watched and wine to be enjoyed.  Happy Saturday, everyone.

 

I Need Some Nosteratu

The obligatory psycho eyes!

Hey, it’s Lame Post Friday! I have not shared monster pictures all week, so I thought I might indulge tonight.  I open with a monster of the human variety (using the term “human” loosely), the murderous Rhoda in The Bad Seed, as played by Patty McCormack in the 1956 movie. She is shown with her mother, played by Nancy Kelly, who does a good bit of scenery chewing herself.  Steven and I are watching the movie now.  I wanted something cheesy, familiar, and fun.

I did not mean to make a real movie blog post about The Bad Seed.  I merely mention it to set the scene, as it were.  It is the end of a long week, and I am tired.  I need some Nosferatu.

“Ah, fresh air!”

Here is the picture I always think looks as if it is in front of Little Falls Antique Center at Canal Place.  Just to give a little local flair.  For a little more local flair, I am sipping some Reisling from Merritt Winery in Forestville, NY.  I have not been there but have sampled the wine at tastings at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer, NY.

I just flashed on Dracula, saying, “I never drink… wine”  (of course he pronounced it “vine”).  That is where the vampire and I differ.  Therefore I will close with a picture of Frankenstein, “Drink!  Good!”  Come to think of it, he may have been talking about gin.  Well, one must make do after all.

Tea is good, too.

This is Boris Karloff in 1931’s Frankenstein, on a break.  Just to complete the scene, we are now at the point in The Bad Seed where the characters are drinking gin and tonic.  Damn, that’s one of my favorites!  Well, wine is good, too.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

Non-Sequitur Nosferatu

I just this minute thought of that headline and now I am going to write the post about it.  But first, a picture.

Waaaait a minute! Is he stepping out into the sunlight?

This is the first picture of Nosferatu, the man of the hour, that I came across in my Media Library.  I’m not sure I can explain my obsession with this guy, but I hope my readers enjoy it.  I mean, who doesn’t love a vampire?  Oh, I know, YOU probably don’t (you know who you are).

Who took the panes out of the window! You’ll let all the vampires in!

There is really no excuse for me to have a Non-Sequitur Thursday post.  I went for a run so could have done a Running Commentary.  I went to a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor that would have (and may still) make a dandy post.  Or I could have done a Preview of Coming Attractions on this weekend (including some of the great stuff I am probably going to miss!).  Then again, if I offered an excuse, it would probably be a lame excuse.  We can’t have that; it’s not Lame Post Friday till tomorrow!

A profile. Perhaps not as distinguished as John Barrymore’s, but you can’t have everything.

The beauty part about writing a personal blog is that I don’t really have to answer to anybody.  Of course I hope to entertain my readers, and I think sometimes I do.  But ultimately it is my blog that I do for me, by me, by my rules, which I make up pretty much as I go along.  I forgot where I was going with the paragraph.

I love his coat. I wonder if I could find that in my size.

I think I have one more picture of the undead guy in my Media Library.

Who? Me?

I think this one is my favorite.  He just looks so surprised.  Apparently he was not expecting company for dinner.

 

Tired Monsters on Bad Attituesday

Sorry, folks, it’s another Tired Tuesday post, and I can’t even find any new monster pictures to pep things up a little.  Maybe I could find something old but fun and not overdone in my Media Library.

“You play a mean guitar, Big Boy!”

I scrolled and scrolled, not liking any of the monster pictures I saw.  That is the kind of mood I am in today.  We’ll call this a Bad Attituesday as well.  Then the above caught my eye, because today the weather is quite summery.  I would like to get one of those grass skirt and dance around barefoot while a creature plays guitar, although I do not know the hula.

It’s not exactly a self-portrait…

I include the above for the words:  not an apology but perhaps an explanation for my foolish posts.  Further note:  I think some of the stitches are coming loose.

Remember the dolls of your childhood?

Under the heading Sometimes People Are Monsters, here is a seriously creepy depiction of Bette Davis and Joan Crawford in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?  I confess to not liking the movie, but I love the story of how it was made, and of course I adore both Davis and Crawford.

Full disclosure: I had beer yesterday, wine today.

I close with a picture of what I want to do now:  just chill with a beverage. Obviously, sometimes monsters have bad days too (cue jokes on what I happen to be).

 

Now I Want Some More Wine

So I log onto WordPress and hit “Add New Post,” I confess with very little idea of what I was going to post about, and I see this:

Akismet & Privacy.

To help your site be compliant with GDPR and other laws requiring notification of tracking, Akismet can display a notice to your users on your contact form. This feature is disabled by default, however, if you or your audience is located in Europe, you need to turn it on.

Please enable or disable this feature. More information.

Dismiss this notice.

I don’t know whether to enable or disable these things, so I hit “more information.”  And it went on forever!  I don’t have time to read all this shit!  Can’t they just condense it all into a paragraph or two?  Apparently they can’t.  They say in maybe the third paragraph, “To keep things simple…”  That is when I look off to the side to see the size of the bar you can scroll up and down with.  The smaller that bar, the less likely I am to scroll.  At least this bar isn’t a teeny little rectangle. I ought to be able to read this thing.

No, I just can’t.  As I typed in the above paragraph, I kept clicking back to the tab of “Privacy Notice for Visitors,” and I just can’t do it.  In my defense, I have had a headache all day.  This sometimes happens to me on a Saturday.  Regular readers will recall that I was sipping red wine while I posted last night, and I’m sure some of you are judging me and saying I DESERVE a headache.  For heavens’ sake, I didn’t have that much wine!

Regarding today’s post:  I ran this morning and thought I could do a Saturday Running Commentary.  Unfortunately, my headache kicked in shortly after my shower.  Having a headache all day did not bode well for having adventures sufficient for a Scattered Saturday post.  I think a Slacker Saturday post might be eligible, but I just feel paralyzed by this Privacy thing.  Do I enable it or not?

I appeal to my fellow bloggers:  have any of you managed to read the entire “More Information” tab and if so, did you enable or disable?  Once I solve this problem, I feel I can go back to my regularly scheduled posting.  In the meantime, I think I’ll call this a Stymied Saturday Post.  What do you think, does that work?

 

 

Snapped, Wine, Who Cares If I’m Lame?

I read on Facebook that it is National Wine Day.  Of course, I believe very little of what I read on the internet. However, I decided to give Facebook the benefit of the doubt and poured myself a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.  Ooh, do I love Cabernet Sauvignon!  After one sip, I returned to Facebook and typed in a status saying so.

Another thing I read on Facebook was a promo by Oxygen, sharing all these tweets from people saying how their Sundays involve wine and Snapped.  I was naturally inclined to believe this, since that is how many of my Sundays progress.  How pleasant to feel that I am not alone in my tastes!  Then I thought, why should Sunday have all the fun?  Snapped is on Oxygen as I type and sip.  Aaaahhh…. Friday.

Additionally, it is the Friday beginning a three-day weekend for me.  Alas, my dear husband works all three days, as I’m sure others do as well.  Please do not attempt to shame me.  I intend to enjoy my days off with a minimum of guilt.

I am, unfortunately, feeling a trifle guilty about my continued foolish posts.  Lame Post Friday, of course, is my beloved institution, but this has been a bad blogging week for me.  I thought briefly about making another Running Commentary post, since I went running again.  Yay me, running two days in a row! I DESERVE this delicious glass of wine!

In the meantime, one episode of Snapped is getting over and another about to begin.  I prefer to watch and knit over continuing my Lame Friday Post.  For another reason, foolish posts should at least be brief.  Happy Friday, everybody.

 

Not Running Commentary

I was not going to run today.  I was going to mow the lawn.  Since I am unable to start the power mower, this would mean pushing the manual up and down the yard many times.  I thought that would be great exercise. I put a load of laundry in, so I could multi-task.  I put some sunscreen on my arms, found my crazy old lady hat, got myself a bottle of water, and out I went.  This was going to be great!

And I’m sure it would have been.  If only I was strong enough to open the damn garage door!  Now, this door has always been tough to open.  I have usually been able to manage it one heft at a time.  Well, today, I would heft it, then as I was positioning myself for another HEAVE, back down it would come.  Hard!  I mean, it felt as if something was inside the garage actively pushing that door back down on me.  Perhaps I am being fanciful, but I was frankly unable to open that door.

Then I couldn’t even relieve my frustration by slamming the house door as I went back inside, because it is hanging crookedly on its hinges.  The screws loosen up over time.  Tightening them is better done as a two-person job: one to hold the door, one to tighten the screws, and Steven and I never seem to remember to do it when we are both home.  So that I could at least get something done, I grabbed the screwdrivers (I need both Phillips-head and flat) and got the hinges somewhat tightened.  Then I didn’t feel like slamming the door any more.

I sulked around on the computer while the washing machine ran.  I wasn’t just screwing around; I had to contact my theatre friends about Saturday’s endeavor (perhaps you read my blog post about it).  I knew I should try to get something useful done, but I felt too annoyed about the garage door.  It does not take much to knock the ambition right out of me; judge me if you must.  Before I knew it, it was time to put the laundry in the drier.  I took the few things that didn’t go in the drier upstairs to put on the wooden rack.  I figured I might as well take my shower.

So there I was, ready to turn on the shower and feeling pretty useless and pathetic, when I thought, “Oh hell, why don’t I just run?”  So I did.  I thought I would make a Running Commentary blog post.  However, when I sat down at my computer and began to type, this is what came out.  Go figure!  I think I’ll call it a Non-Sequitur Thursday post and drive on.  I hope to see you all tomorrow, when Mohawk Valley Girl says, “Welcome to another Lame Post Friday!”  Or words to that effect.