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Yes, It Is Monday

Here I was wondering what I could offer for a blog post when I realized today was Monday.  Monstrous Monday!  Many of us are confused by what day it is between Christmas and New Year’s.  Others are only too well aware. I cannot worry who knows what.  I can only make what blog post I can.  Full disclosure:  I have had a couple of glasses of Chardonnay before posting.  Judge me if you are so inclined.

Is this how I look to myself?

Since I confessed to indulging before blogging, I thought  this blurry mirror image was appropriate.  In fact, I am not seeing double, in the mirror or as I look in the distance.  However, this is a good monstrous image from Carnival of Souls,  a delightful low-budget scary movie.

Nice side eye!

OK, this does not have a lot to do with the previous picture, but it is a favorite of mine from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die, an excellent cheesy horror movie.

Why are you looking at me?

For a third picture, I show Nosferatu  of the eponymous 1922 silent movie, looking startled that we are zeroing in on him.  Regular readers know I love Nosferatu.

I guess this is not much of a post, which you will have on occasion.  I will try for something better tomorrow. In the meantime, I hope your Monday is just as Monstrous.

 

What Happened to Sunday? Now It’s Monstrous Monday!

I logged on to WordPress, then spent some time on Facebook, scrolling down and wondering what my problem is.  Then I think, it does not matter; I can make a blog post in spite of problems.

Oh dear, another pause and the urge to backspace out what I just typed in.  Quick, throw in a picture!

Not what he expected to find in the hold.

I randomly picked June 2021 in my Media Library and found my favorite guy, Nosferatu, of the eponymous 1922 silent movie.  It is Monday, so I may as well make this a Monstrous post.  I completely missed making any kind of a post on Sunday, but I got a few other things done, so there’s that.

Masquerading as a monster.

Since we are soon to enter the Christmas season (I try to hold out till after Thanksgiving, with greater or lesser success), I share my Santa who often spends all year on my front porch.  Here he is dressed for Halloween.  Sometimes I dress Witchypoo as an angel.  Both Witchypoo and Santa are inside now.  I acquired a few new plastic decorations yesterday, because a friend was getting rid of them.  So I may be decorating for Christmas soon (preview of coming attractions).

One who set the standard.

I close with one of our most famous witches, Margaret Hamilton from The Wizard of Oz.  I was too lazy to keep looking for a picture of my own Witchypoo, dressed as an angel or otherwise.

I have been having a few Mohawk Valley adventures that I mean to blog about, but am I going to be one of those people who make promises and never deliver?  I hope not.  In the meantime, at least I have made a Monstrous Monday post.  On with the week ahead!

 

A Little Dracula Improves My Sunday

Hello and welcome to a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I meant to post something on Saturday, even if it was a Late Lame Post Friday post.  Alas, I did not.  Now I am sitting on my couch, looking at Dracula Has Risen from the Grave, which is not the movie I thought it was.  I get these Hammer Dracula films mixed up sometimes.  Christopher Lee has dreadfully red eyes.  Get some Visine, dude!

Looks like he was interrupted mid-chomp.

This picture might be from a different movie, but you get the idea.

Ah, here it is!

I spent some time cleaning my house this morning, then I took a walk, not a long walk.  I just wasn’t feeling it.  Eventually I walked down to Yetty’s where I had a delicious late lunch.  I have leftovers for tomorrow’s dinner.  It really has not been too bad of a Sunday, no real reason to swoon dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, even if I had a chaise lounge handy.  Incidentally, my sister Diane sent a picture of me in just such a pose on her fainting couch.  I must find a way to download it and use it in the blog.  At least I have another week till the next Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

I Follow Different Directions

I went for a walk yesterday but did not take any pictures, so no Pedestrian Post.  I guess the best I can do is a Throwback Thursday, and, yes, I am making it Friday morning and not that early either.  Judge me if you feel so inclined.

But first, another plug!

Ah, but before I throw back to anything, here is one last plug for Curtains for Frangelica, our latest murder mystery.  The last I knew, there were still tickets available, local readers!

The eyes have it.

Before I decided to begin with a plug, this picture from the past caught my eye.  It is the end of my Black-Eyed Susans, before that patch became entirely overgrown with all manner of weeds and things.  That reminds me, I need to get out there and cut everything back.  Perhaps later today if it does not rain (my bunions are non-committal, and I forget what I saw on WKTV News Tuesday).

I think he’s cute.

I was looking for other dead vegetation pictures and came across this adorable fall decoration.  I have no idea where he is now, but I see he is sitting on a Roger Ebert book, I Hated, Hated, HATED That Movie!  I do like reading bad reviews, although I do not agree with all the movies Ebert hated.  I am actually a little uncomfortable looking at the portion of the title showing, because in general I greatly prefer love to hate.  But I digress.

A dramatic conclusion indeed.

Since this is turning out to be something of a Non-Sequitur Thursday, I close by going in yet another direction with a shot from Horror Hotel, from one of my horror movie DVD collections.  I guess this kind of loops back to the beginning: murder mystery, horror movie.  I may be stretching a point.  However, I am over 300 words on one of those mornings when I had at first felt inclined to bag it altogether.  Let that be a lesson to me.  And thank you for tuning in.

 

Slacker to Cinema Plus Shout-Out

I had rather a Slacker Saturday today, but at least I am making my blog post on Saturday. I really did not do much after I made my Friday blog post, so I don’t have much to write about now (as Truman Capote once said, that’s not writing, that’s typing). One thing I should have done was work on my lines for Curtains for Frangelica, the murder mystery we are presenting to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society, one week from today. Yikes!

My computer or my WordPress is still messed up. Instead of seeing the picture I inserted, it is just a bunch of typing. And I can’t edit it to add a caption. Well, I can’t worry about these things now. Right now I want to make a blog post.

As I am typing, I am kind of watching The Tingler on DVD. It is a William Castle produced horror movie starring Vincent Price. It is a bit on the cheesy side, but so entertaining.

Earlier I watched Carnival of Souls. Full disclosure: I only mention it because I saw a picture from it in my Media Library when I was looking for the picture from The Tingler.

So I guess I can bill this as a Cinema Saturday, with a shout-out to my upcoming murder mystery. Just to make it a real plug, here is the flier:

I don’t think they are sold out yet, if any local readers are interested.

I’m a Monstrously Bad Blogger

I attempt once again to make a blog post today and then one tomorrow etc.  I do not, unfortunately, attempt to make a blog post about one of those Mohawk Valley adventures I keep promising to report on.  I guess I’m going to play the widow card again.  I am having a hard time getting my act together, but I try every day to do a little something.  Sometimes that something is just to get through the day.  I hope to up my game.

An oldie but a goodie.

I was thinking about this meme today, because I wore a shirt that I usually wear on Friday.  I was, of course, aware all day that it was not Friday.  I was only happy that it was also not Monday. One must count one’s blessings, after all.

“But… you said it wasn’t Monday!”

Having missed Monstrous Monday (as well as Saturday and Sunday), I thought to share a couple more monster pictures.  Of course I include my favorite, Nosferatu from the eponymous 1922 silent movie. I think he looks a little bit surprised in this shot.

See? I’m not the only one.

Jumping around, I found this profound caption with Elsa Lanchester as The Bride of Frankenstein.  It is true I have many good intentions:  to blog every day about the Mohawk Valley, to clean my house, to write a novel, to get my act together.  Will I fulfill any of these intentions?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my week.

 

A Few Vampires Never Hurt

Once again, I eschew writing about Mohawk Valley adventures for a Monstrous Monday post.  Full disclosure:  It has not been a particularly monstrous day.  For one reason I took off work for a couple of VA appointments.  I will not elaborate on that, because, you know, HIPAA (if I have that acronym right).

The Shadow of the Vampire?

Why not start right out with my favorite, Nosferatu (1922), that silent horror masterpiece.  I love the use of shadows.

For many the quintessential vampire.

Here is a busier illustration, the 1931 Tod Browning produced film.  My late, dearly missed husband,  Steve, was not especially enamored of this movie, but he occasionally consented to watch it with me.

Another favorite of many.

One might argue that Christopher Lee revitalized the role in the Hammer Films Dracula movies. I am not sure which film this picture is from, but I enjoy watching all of them.  Christopher Lee did not confine himself to Dracula, of course.  He memorably portrayed Frankenstein’s monster and other horror parts, both villainous and heroic.

Very atmospheric. I loved it.

To include one more vampire and get to at least 200 words, I share the poster of Dracula’s Daughter, a worthy addition to the pantheon.  Is pantheon the word I want?  Perhaps I should look it up.

Random vampire picture while I grab my dictionary.

Hmmm… doesn’t seem quite right by the definition, but it is used this way in the example.  On that note of grammar, I see I am over 200 words, so I sign off.  I hope you enjoyed another vampire post.  I will try not to let Tired Tuesday get the best of me.

 

Where Did I Put My Brain?

Here I am back again at Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  One would think I could make a good post at this point, but I must ask, which one is that?  I mean, which one would think that, not which good post can I make, I feel obligated to elucidate.  My Mohawk Valley Adventures are in the increasingly distant past, and I feel not capable of writing about them.

My brain? Not likely.

As I like to do when I am feeling particularly brain dead, I share The Brain from Planet Arous.  It is quite the cheesy movie.  I have a cheesy movie playing now, but I am not paying the last bit of attention to it.  It is The Beast of Yucca Flats, starring Tor Johnson, if you wanted to know.  I may have an illustration of the movie in my Media Library, but I am not at all sure of that and dread more searching.

Ooh, here’s a creepy one!

I looked through a couple of months to see if I could find a picture of a movie I have seen recently or am inclined to see now and came across this shot from Mr. Brooks.  My late, dearly missed husband, Steve, and I went to the theatre in Georgia (where we lived at the time) to see Mr. Brooks when it was first released.  We appreciated it but thought it was not one we would care to pop in on a regular basis.  Fast forward to the early 2010s (I think) when a cousin of mine was selling some of his DVDs.  Steven bought a few, including Mr. Brooks.  I found it was, in fact, one I could enjoy multiple viewings of.  I especially felt this after my husband’s passing.  Make what table-top psychology of that you like.

In the meantime, I have gotten over 300 words. As regular readers know, I find that respectable, especially for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I shall sign off now and look for the DVD of Mr.Brooks, since The Beast of Yucca Flats ended as I typed.  I hope you are all having a pleasant end to your weekend.

 

Some Semblance of a Saturday Cinema Post

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.

EEEEEEE!

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.