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Short Straitjacket Post

This will be a Tired Tuesday Post. For one reason, I am so tired I almost forgot to make a blog post. What’s that all about, me?

Me, trying to sleep. The heads represent my petty problems.

When in doubt, throw in a picture. This is Joan Crawford in Straitjacket, a William Castle classic involving Crawford chopping off a couple of heads. I think many of us have considered taking an axe to our enemies, figuratively speaking, of course. Then perhaps we realize that violence is not the answer, and severed heads make rather a mess. Or so I have heard.

Teeheehee.

Here is the end shot from Straitjacket. It has always amused me.

A much better use for an axe.

I guess this is a Straitjacket post. And a short post. But why not end on Joan Crawford with a cake? Maybe tomorrow I will try again for the post I just couldn’t finish on Monday. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

A Short Sad Post

I am taking a Blogger’s Sad Day. There are many factors contributing to my sadness, but mostly I am sad on other people’s behalfs (behaves? No, that’s not right. Just behalf? Oh dear).

I guess that parenthetical comment was the comic relief. I really do not care to list my reasons for sadness, my own or others’.

As I sit here typing (one letter at a time with the stylus), a voice in my head scolds me that one must write in spite of one’s mood. Oh well, here I am writing about my disinclination to write (I almost put “inability,” but, well…). That counts.

The best I was going to do anyways was Tired Tuesday Post. I tried to write something while on breaks at work, but nothing was forthcoming. Then I went shopping after work at a place NOT worth blogging about. I have not been doing anything blogworthy lately. I must work on that.

In the meantime, tonight I am giving myself a break. A short, nothing post, and now I will enjoy an episode or two of Forensic Files. I don’t know about you, but for me, a little murder and mayhem often helps.

I Want My Mummy!

Hello, and welcome to another edition of Monstrous Monday. I’m wondering if it would overfill my Media Library to prowl the internet for some new beasts or creepy crawlies. Let’s find out.

Carl Laemmle knew from monsters.

One of my Facebook monster groups has Mummy Mondays. We see a lot of Boris Karloff, although there have been other mummies, most notably Christopher Lee.

Is that any way to treat your mummy?

I always wonder if you couldn’t just grab an end of the bandage and unwrap him. It would be worth a try, anyways.

Well, that’s that. I just tried to save another photo to this device, and my device told me I had insufficient memory. I’m sure there is a better way to do this, but I do not know it.

Oh dear, I am so dreadfully tired and not the least bit adept at this WordPress editor. There are now two big spaces waiting for me to insert an image. Will they leave big blank spaces when I hit Publish? I think I will hit Publish and see. I am beginning to feel a bit monstrous myself. Happy Monday, everyone.

Yes, He Brought Me Coffee

Hello, and welcome to another late post, made around five in the morning, ten finger typing on the lap top. I have not even had coffee yet but expect my husband Steven to bring me a cup when he gets himself one right along here.

Last night I began to made a Tired Tuesday Post and just did not want to do it. For one reason, all I wanted to do was whine about how stressed and depressed I felt. For heavens’ sake, many, many people are stressed and depressed. I do not have any more reason to feel so than anybody else, considerably less than some. And from me, it is getting dull.

One thing I did to help myself last night was to go for a run. It was not a bad run. It was certainly not a long run. It felt as if I was running fast, for me. Unfortunately I had my Garmin on and was discouraged to find that fast for me is just under a 13-minute mile. Well, what am I so discouraged about? I am not racing against anybody.

On the brighter side, quite literally, a few people still have their Christmas lights on. Tradition has it we should leave our decorations up till January 6, you know, Twelve Days of Christmas. I have long wanted to throw a Twelfth Night Party. For one reason, it would postpone my Post-Christmas Letdown. For another reason, I like to give a party.

I see I have rambled on for more than 250 words. By my rules for me, that is more than respectable for a Late Tired Tuesday Post. I wonder if I should also categorize this as a Non-Sequitur Post. Or add a category of Just Babble On Till 200 Words Category. Any thoughts?

Will Santa Come Down That Chimney?

Who could blame me for having a Tired Tuesday Post on Tuesday of Christmas week when I am trying to learn a new job? Oh, you probably could (you know who you are).

It is increasingly difficult for me to write. I have barely written in the TV Journal.TV Journal. Writing is not the only thing that is difficult for me. Clean my house? Not likely. Shop for Christmas presents? Nope.

And just listen to me whine about it! What a pathetic display. Maybe I could lighten things up with a picture.

A jolly scene.

Here is a picture of my fireplace taken earlier this month. Regular readers may recognize it as a different angle from a picture I took for last night’s blog. You may notice the absence of fake poo.

What a difference a year makes.

This is my mantle I 2019. Steven did the decorating. I believe he has a knack for it.

Just look at all that stuff!

This is December 2017. If I was trying to cheer myself up with these blasts from Christmas past, the effort has failed. All I can feel is disappointed in myself for having such meager decorations this year. But let us not travel further down THAT road.

I occurs to me as I look at these pictures that Santa would have a hard time coming down this chimney, if he were inclined to do so. Lucky for him I was bad all year.

 

 

Plugging Away at the Blog

Yesterday I said I was not too tired for monsters. Today, I think I am. What a big baby I am! Four lousy days of work, what’s my problem? At least tomorrow is Friday. TGTF. Hmmm… doesn’t have the same ring to it.

Be all that as it may, I still want to make a blog post. I think I will speculate on some of the things I could do this weekend. The last Saturday before Christmas! Yikes! I have purchased very few Christmas presents for anyone.

Can Santa Claus help me now?

I could go to Mohawk Valley Community Market on North Main Street. I saw some sweet tree ornaments there as well as jewelry and other handcrafts. I admired some gorgeous handmade wood furniture by One of a Kind by GS. The beauty part about that is that after I shop, I can bop across the street for a drink at the End Zone Pub and Grub.

Gorgeous stuff by GS.
Animals and skulls at the Rose Quartz Stand.

Another Herkimer business I have not been in a while is the Rose Quartz Stand on Mohawk Street. I especially love the carved stone animals. Right down the street from that is the Emporium, another vendor market. After that I just may head on down to Valley Wine and Liquor for a nice bottle of wine.

How is that for a few plugs of local businesses?

Making Spirits Bright

Full disclosure: I don’t know anyone who does.

Earlier this evening I went for a walk and took several pictures with my phone. Let me tell you something about me: I don’t like posting on the Tablet, typing one letter at a time with the stylus. I find it well nigh unbearable on my phone. I got most of the pictures uploaded to WordPress. Now I am tired.

However, I still have the wherewithal for a Monstrous Monday Post. Before I left for the walk, I took picture of a couple of our own Christmas decorations that I think my readers will enjoy.

Yes, that is a Santa hat.

That ghost was in an upstairs window for Halloween. He was a little too bright to leave on all night. I brought him downstairs recently for that very quality. I added the Santa hat, because I found some for a good price. I also put a Santa hat on another Halloween friend.

Meet Elliot Ghoul.

He is still plugged in and occasionally lets loose with an evil laugh and an invitation to accompany him to the graveyard. The cool thing is you can see the reflection of our light-up Santa. I was unable to get Santa to light, but my husband Steven cleverly solved the problem.

Unlike me, he is a little too bright.

The beauty part is, I have several pictures and a couple of paragraphs saved as a draft. That means tomorrow’s blog post will be a breeze! I guess Mondays aren’t so bad after all.

B Is Also For Blog

So I had my first full day of work since late October. I guess I am once again gainfully employed. However, I am being trained and am still on my probationary period. I am trying to remain positive, but this could still go south.

In the meantime, blog posts must be made. At least, my blog posts by me, to the best of my ability. Full disclosure: I am not feeling particularly able tonight. No matter. I will think of something.

It’s a Barista Bar!

I thought I would throw in a picture to pep things up. I was talking about this place to my mother earlier this evening. It is a lovely place to get coffee, located on Genessee Street in Utica, NY. I may write an article about it to submit to Mohawk Valley Living magazine.

Unfortunately, as I was talking to Mom, I could not remember the name of the place. Something fancier than “cafe.” I knew it began with a “b,” but all I could think of was “bistro,” and I knew that wasn’t it.

“It’ll come to me,” I said. It did not, till I saw the picture. “Barista Bar!” I exclaimed, which confused my husband, although he is used to me.

I could use a cup of coffee to pep myself up right now, but it would probably keep me up all night. On the brighter side, this post is over 200 words. I call that respectable for a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post. I hope to see you all again for Lame Post Friday.

Just Type, Don’t Backspace

It is Tired Tuesday, and I have very little to show for it.

Well, what do you know, WordPress saved that sentence after I backspaced it out.  I am making another late post, by the way.  Last night I typed that one sentence (one letter at a time with the stylus, as I usually do these days), backspaced it out, and decided I did not want to play that game.

Full disclosure: I seem to be playing that game today, as it took quite a bit of trial and backspacing to get that last paragraph.  Some writers say you should never do that.  Write the whole thing, the advice goes.  Then go back and edit.  I’ll have to try that sometime.

I almost backspaced out that last sentence, because I do use the “edit later” advice when I am writing fiction.  Most of the time.  In those cases, I just go, the writing flows, my pen can’t move fast enough.  I really need to write more fiction.

Right now, however, I am trying to write a blog post.  I spent a good portion of yesterday running around not getting much done.  I was at a few local businesses and foolishly did not take any pictures.  Then again, I went years of having no pictures.  I shall post about those businesses soon.

In the meantime,  I am over 200 words.  I find that sufficient for a late post about Not Writing.  Please stay tuned for posts of more substance!

 

Note to Self: Get a Chaise Lounge

Here I sit, watching Berserk, Joan Crawford’s penultimate movie and wanting to make a blog post. I refrained from having Lame Post Friday, but I am afraid this will be Wrist-to-Forehead Sunday. I would like nothing better than to swoon on a handy chaise lounge, posed dramatically with the back of one wrist against my forehead.

There’s my Joan!

I don’t have a picture from Berserk in my Media Library, so I add one from I Saw What You Did. I find this one sufficiently dramatic for the occasion.

She looks pretty berserk here.

I add this shot from Straitjacket just for good measure. Who doesn’t love Joan Crawford with an axe?

I think it must be pretty clear that I am tired. In fact, if I did have a chaise lounge to swoon upon, I don’t know that I have the strength to get my wrist up to my forehead. I say there is no point in swooning if you cannot pose dramatically. But maybe I can find another picture to entertain.

The middle one is me headed for bed.

I swerve into non-sequitur territory with a picture of zombies. Joan Crawford never did a zombie movie. I expect I’ll be too tired to pop in Night of the Living Dead after Joan is done going Berserk. But perhaps I can summon enough energy to swoon properly.