Yes, it is a Monstrous Monday post, and I am mostly happy that I am making it on Monday. I had thought to do a Running Commentary post, and narrated in my head during most of my run this morning. Then I neglected to make the post until now, Monday evening. Judge me if you want to be that way.
Poor guy. What if his nose itches?
The first monster picture I found in my Media Library was this shot of Frankenstein’s Monster. I say “Frankenstein’s Monster” for purists who don’t like to shorten it to just “Frankenstein.” But if Dr. Frankenstein was his father, wouldn’t the Monster’s name be Frankenstein too? We could argue this for days, but I am no hand at argument.
Are you calling me a monster?
Thanks a lot, Franz, for the compliment! In fact, I am writing, if you can count a Monstrous Monday blog post. I suppose Truman Capote would say, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.” I did write some notes on a novel earlier, and did some reading on what might turn out to be a play. Also I wrote a letter. I like to write snail mail letters.
I’ve been called worse.
To conclude: there are various kinds of monsters. Some are created by mad scientists out of spare body parts. Some we create ourselves by not fulfilling our destiny. Ooh, didn’t that sound profound? I should save such half-baked philosophy for Lame Post Friday. Or is that more of a Monday Middle-aged Musing? Discuss amongst yourselves.
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