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Mid-Week Monsters from my Media Library

I am having a hard time writing anything these days.  I open a notebook (the spiral-bound paper kind), uncap a pen, and…  sometimes I write a word or two, sometimes not.  I guess the important thing is to keep trying.  So I will try to make a blog post.  I know what!  It’s Wednesday:  I will do a Mid-Week Monsters Post! I look in my Media Library…

He’s not the only one who was scared!

I open with Nosferatu (1922), because I have been watching it on DVD while running in place on the mini-tramp this past week or so.  I have only been doing short runs, so it took a few times to see the whole movie.

Not showing the monster, but appropriate for the day.

I love Young Frankenstein, in fact, I love most of Mel Brooks’ movies.

 

“This is a good boy!”

Here is the monster! At first, I went to Facebook and downloaded a new photo, but when I tried to put it in the post, it was really small, so I went back to my Media Library.  I do not properly understand photos and computers.

“I said I only wanted a trim!”

After Dracula (although they couldn’t call him that) and Frankenstein,  I put in the Wolfman.  I don’t know what movie this is from; it was in my Media Library.  Sometimes I just download pictures I like.

This silliness has gotten me over 200 words.  Apparently I can come up with more words pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus.  Tomorrow I will try again with pen and paper.

 

 

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Have I Over-Used the Word “Monstrous”?

Since I did not have a Monstrous Monday,  I thought I would make a Mid-Week Monsters Post.  I feel moderately pleased with myself for making my Wednesday post on Wednesday.  It is Wednesday, isn’t it?  I get in such a time warp sometimes. My watch says it is Wednesday.  Phew!

Wait, why am I saying, “Phew!”?  It is still only half-way through the week!

Am I over the hump?

I guess these are not monsters, but they have to do with a great monster in the movie Young Frankenstein.  It took me a while to find this in my Media Library.  I need to index that thing.  And maybe find some new monster pictures.

Puttin’ on the Ritz!

Well, that took a long time!  I searched for a new monster picture, sticking with Young Frankenstein.  I don’t know which took longer, searching my Media Library or searching for something new.  This is monstrous!

I went back to my Media Library but could not find anything from Young Frankenstein and could not settle on anything else.  My indecisiveness continues to plague me.

Perhaps I am rather monstrous.

As in an earlier blog post, I went another way.  I was unsuccessful in downloading a new photo (although I did find one).  Then I could barely decide on something from the now infamous Media Library. Now my Tablet’s charge is getting low.  What a monstrous time I am having!  But as usual in my life, the problem is operator error.  I neglected to plug in said Tablet earlier.

On the brighter side, I am over 250 words.  And three pictures.  Not too monstrous, I hope.

 

Do You Believe It’s the Same Old Monstrous Monday?

Hello and welcome to another Monstrous Monday Post.  I feel under  the heading New Year, New You, I should do something different, but the fact of the matter is, I am the same old me.   Mind you, I am not apologizing for that.  I think there is a lot to be said for the same old me.  I won’t say it, because it is unbecoming to toot one’s own horn (although I did once try a feature called Toot My Horn Tuesday).  Never mind all that.  How about some monsters?

I’m remembering all the times I’ve said, “Can you believe that guy?”

While not tooting my own horn, is it egotistical to say I believe in myself?  Two answers come to mind:  One, I have often said there are worse things than having an ego the size of Manhattan.  Two, what exactly do I believe?  I discount the second answer, because most people find it very annoying when you answer a question with a question.

If you’re cold, they’re cold! Let them in!

I veer off the subject of me with a shot of my favorite guy, Nosferatu.  He’s looking a little confused in this shot.  Maybe somebody just told him they don’t believe in vampires.  Or perhaps he was expecting window panes.

“It could be worse. It could be raining.”

I like to use three pictures so will close with this artistic shot from Frankenstein, complete with caption from Young Frankenstein.  Nothing wrong with mixing and matching monster movies, is there?

This gets me over 250 words.  Score!  I hope you’ll join the same old me tomorrow, when it might be Tired Tuesday.

 

I Was Gonna Make Espresso!

Alas, it seems I can’t get through the week without missing at least one blog post. Yesterday I just couldn’t do it. I am not sure I can do it today, either, as I sit on my couch sipping chamomile tea and wondering if I shouldn’t call in to work. I am suffering stomach problems but do not wish to burden you or gross you out with details.

The sad thing, to me at least, is that I managed a half hour walk when I first got up. I used the Map My Run app on my phone (it isn’t just for running, it turns out) (and I still feel a little weird using a 21st century word like “app”) and shared the results on Facebook. Won’t that be a little assymetrical, going for an ambitious (for me) walk then missing work? Come on, chamomile tea! Be a miracle cure!

In the meantime, I am afraid this will have to do for my Thursday post, or rather my excuse for not making a Thursday post. Hey, it’s kind of a lame excuse, and here we are on Lame Post Friday! It! Could! Work!

Side Note: “It! Could! Work!” is from the glorious Mel Brooks movie, Young Frankenstein. If you have not seen it, do.

P.S. It Is also a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.

Blog Before Bed

I didn’t see any hump.

I do enjoy a four day week after a three day weekend. Those of you who work weekends and holidays, don’t hate on me. Hate on the people who don’t have to go to work at all! Just kidding. It is not good to hate on anything, even lima beans (yuck!) (incidentally, autocorrect changed “lima” to “Liam.” Who could hate on Liam Neeson? Dat’s crazy talk!).

In case you haven’t noticed, this is going to be one of my foolish posts. I just wanted to post tonight instead of tomorrow morning. I also already fixed my lunch. I might try to sleep in till five tomorrow. What a decadent thought!

Getting back to my four day week, I should feel happy that I have made it halfway through with so little problem. However, I am mostly noticing how once again I am getting very little done. This seems to be a recurring theme in my life as well as in this blog (then again, it is a blog about my life, so what do I expect?) (And why does autocorrect officiously change “lima” to “Liam” but let a legitimate typo like “expevt” stand?).

I feel it is good to keep foolish posts short, so I will sign off now. Counting this morning’s post as Tuesday, I am up to three days in a row!

There Are Worse Things Than A Lame Blog Post

Here it is, Lame Post Friday once again, and I cannot believe how lame-brained I feel (is lame-brained hyphenated?). Then again, why should it be the least bit surprising, given how un-brainy I feel most of the time these days. Yet I shall try to find something reasonably entertaining to post.

OK, I just spent about ten minutes trying to add a picture of my Johnny Jump-ups to this post, and my Tablet will not cooperate. How frustrating! Illustrations always pep up the post. I hate to take even more time as my meager brain power further fades, but perhaps in my Media Library…

Pretty, yes?

I swear I took a more recent photo but damned if I can find it! Never mind, let’s get back to the post. I have a busy weekend planned. I spent a good part of my breaks at work making lists of things to do. I think I did one of them so far. Oh dear.

My Friday evening has not been such a much either, but there are worse things. Then again, one can almost always think of worse things that could happen. It is unwise to do so, however, because they might. Remember what happened to Igor and Frederick in Young Frankenstein.

“It could be worse. It could be raining.”

I can’t find a picture of the right scene, so this one will have to do. Now it is in my Media Library, so I can use it on a Wednesday some time. Waste not, want not!

RIP, Frau Blucher

Some celebrity deaths hit you harder than others. Sometimes it is because you feel a personal connection or great admiration for them as a person. Sometimes you were just hoping to see them soon in another movie or TV show. It was the last mentioned reason when I heard today that Cloris Leachman had passed away.

Ah, the ’70’s!

I loved Leachman as Phyllis, first on the Mary Tyler Moore Show, then on her spin off. To this day, I know all the words to the theme song of the latter.

One of our favorite artists.

It was in the ’90’s that I heard Leachman was doing a one-woman show about Grandma Moses. Steven and I would have loved to have seen that but did not get the chance.

“Ovaltine!”

Of course one of Leachman’s finest performances is as Frau Blucher in Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein. I did an homage to her in a murder mystery once with the line, “Say it! He! Was! My! Boyfriend!”

I say, thanks for the laughs, Ms. Leachman. Rest in peace.

Maybe they are in heaven sharing a laugh right now.

Monsters after Migraine

I look like one and feel like the other.

I am at the end (I hope) of a day long migraine but do not want to miss making a blog post. I thought I could manage a Throwback Thursday Post then thought it had been a while since I did monsters. How about Throwback Monsters? It! Could! Work! (That is a quote from Young Frankenstein, in case you didn’t know.)

“This is a good boy!”

I can tell I am getting old, because I can remember when Young Frankenstein was in theatres, and now it is an old movie. Perhaps we could substitute the term “vintage.”

“Who me? Old?”

Here is an even more vintage monster, my favorite, Nosferatu. He is scary, yes.

“Swimming, anyone?”

My post is becoming increasingly random as I just look for monsters and put them in. I say it is better than spending the entire post whining about my migraine. Is it? Discuss amongst yourselves.

Well Enough for Mid-Week Monsters

It never fails that when you let yourself off the hook one day because you feel bad, the next day you feel worse!  On the brighter side,  I feel differently today from yesterday.  I don’t have a headache; I’m lightheaded.  All day at work, that seemed worse.  However, now that I am home and busily tapping into my Tablet, I see that I can deal with it.

Do you suppose if I had actually started to make a blog post yesterday, I would have succeeded?  I guess we’ll never know. Why am I even asking; I hate hypothetical questions!  Anyways, I had not thought to make another post about Not Writing but perhaps indulge in a Mid-Week Monsters post.

None of my dates ever actually called me a monster.

I am feeling pretty happy it is mid week.  At the end of my work day, I felt like doing a fist pump and yelling, “We made it over the hump!”  Dammit, I should have a picture of the Hunchback of Notre Dame or Marty Feldman in Young Frankenstein.  Unfortunately,  I am only up to finding pics in my Media Library, not searching the internet for something new.

“What are you looking at me for?”

When all else fails,  throw in a picture of Nosferatu.  Regular readers know he’s my favorite.

“This is a good boy!”

Here is the only picture I have of Young Frankenstein in my Media Library.  How remiss of me.  Perhaps I can remedy the lack in future Monster posts.

 

The Brain That Wouldn’t Blog

It has not been a particularly Monstrous Monday, so I’ve got that going for me.  What I do not have going for me is much brain power.  What’s that all about, head?  Now is where I usually share the picture of The Brain from Planet Arous, but how predictable of me.  Perhaps I could come up with something different.

Nice side eye.

How about The Brain That Wouldn’t Die?  You can’t see her brain, but she does have one.  It is also known as The Head That Wouldn’t Die, although I think either title is something of a misnomer.  However, I suppose both are catchier than The Brain Whose Maniac Boyfriend Wouldn’t Let Die.  This is why I don’t have a job writing titles for Hollywood movies.

“We want to eat your meager brain!”

Zombies can help demonstrate my current state of mindless.  I am not really up on zombie lore; do they feed on brains or flesh?  If it is brain, they would starve to death on me.  Perhaps I could find a book at the library and find out before I actually meet any zombies.

“This is a good boy!”

And here’s a fellow that got gypped in the brain department.  Igor got the brain for Frederick Frankenstein’s monster from somebody called Abby Normal.  If you’ve never seen Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein, I highly recommend it.

So now I have rattled on for some 200 words. Not bad for a chick with no brain.