Late posts continue, and I do not know why I feel the need to point out my deficiencies. After all, if they are not obvious to the casual observer, can they be all that bad? Discuss amongst yourselves.
In the meantime, it is Tuesday morning, and I chose to have a second cup of coffee and make a blog post (or some semblance thereof), rather than do the dishes (don’t judge me for not doing them as soon as they got dirty), fix my lunch, or do any of the other chores hanging over me like a hulking creature promising doom.
Hey, wouldn’t a hulking creature be a monster? I have led myself right into a Monstrous Monday Post.
He’s scary! But the movie is fun.
If it conquered the world, I do not feel that I am so much at fault if it keeps me from getting my stuff done. Then again — Spoiler Alert! — it does not actually conquer the world, although it makes a good try.
Not exactly hulking, but definitely threatening.
This, of course, is from Nosferatu (1922), a delightfully frightening movie. I am afraid I resemble the person on the left, trying ineffectually to escape but not really doing anything of use. I get a little impatient with movie characters who can’t seem to do anything but stare, scream, run the wrong way, fall down, or some combination. Then again, if the monster had no victims, it would not be much of a horror movie. I suppose it could still work as suspense, but that is a longer discussion than I care to embark upon before breakfast.
Oh, I could just scream!
I end with an image from The Screaming Skull. I think skulls always look like they are smiling. This inspires me to start my day with a smile. After a smile costs me nothing and may brighten someone else’s day. On that not so monstrous note, I bid you farewell and thank you for tuning in.
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