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Pre-Posers Post

This is a posthaste post (an old-fashioned word you rarely hear these days, but I love the play on words). Steven and I are about to head out to the Mohawk, NY American Legion to hear our favorite local band, The Posers. They play music from the ’80’s and earlier. So danceable! So fun!

Steven may not be able to dance much; he is still not back to 100 percent. I said he can be like Jack Lemmon dancing with Joe E. Brown in Some Like It Hot, posing dramatically while I dance around him.

May be an image of 2 people
He’s so fine.

This is not the shot I had in mind, so you will have to use your imagination. They were doing the tango. I guess Steven and I are unlikely to tango tonight, but you never know.

Yes, this is a silly post. Luckily for me, it is Lame Post Friday. I’m allowed to be silly! I know, what is my excuse the rest of the time? I could expound upon how it is an empty exercise to offer excuses. That would entail some half-baked philosophy, in which I often indulge on Lame Post Friday. However, I shall not try your patience in such a fashion.

Let us call this, in addition to a Lame Post Friday post, a Preview of Coming Attractions. I will write about the good time I feel sure we are about to have. I also owe my readers a write-up of listening to Phillip Arcuri the other night. Lots of local music lately! Lucky us!

I’ve got a Bone to Pick with this Blog Post

Regular readers may remember our skeleton, Bonita. She has not had a makeover in a while, but yesterday, Steven decided she needed a summer outfit.

I should look so good.

I have two headbands like that. One broke, so I bought another. Steven cleverly used the broken one on Bonita, so I was free to wear the other to Fratello’s.

Definitely not as skinny as Bonita.

I mean to write more about our evening at Fratello’s (I mentioned it yesterday, case you didn’t read that post). However, like yesterday, I am very tired. Perhaps my body will soon adapt to the rigors. Hmm.. what was my excuse before I went on overtime? I’m too tired to remember.

In the meantime, once again I have not met my self-imposed goal of 200 words per blog post. Maybe I can find another picture of Bonita in my Media Library.

Bonita and her little friend at Christmas.

I just realized we never gave the little skeleton a name. He was a gift from Steven. How about Bonaparte?

Does that picture make this a Throwback Thursday Post? Or shall I slap on an elliptical headline and call it a Non-Sequitur Thursday? Decisions! Maybe I’ll sleep on it.

PS: Just over 200 words.

Good Wednesday, Bad Post

Today, Igor.

One might feel Wednesday is onerous, because it is only half-way through the week. Or one can go to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, listen to a talented local musician, and feel better about the whole thing.

Awesome guy to listen to.

Tonight my husband Steven and I went to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort and enjoyed food and music. I hope to write a longer post about it later. For right now, I feel tired. I hope this can count for my Wuss-out Wednesday Post.

Boris and Bela Could Not Help Me

Oh, Boris, please don’t rub it in!

That shot is from the movie The Black Cat, starring Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff. I recently saw it, on a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie. I started writing a blog post about it but was unable to complete it.

So here I am, typing (pecking on my Tablet with the stylus, really) during commercials while watching Dateline (she totally did it!). It surely is Tired Tuesday (and I’ll call you Shirley if I feel like it).

One reason I am tired is that I went to the laundromat after work. I inadvisedly decided to bring my laundry home to dry, since my drier survives. It would have been fine if it was one normal load. It was more. My drier has been at it for nearly three hours now. Lugging the wet laundry home and downstairs to the drier was not much fun either.

But just listen to me whine. What a big baby! Never mind. I’m too tired to go back and edit it to sound more cheerful. I’ll just have to look bad. We’ll see what I look like on Wuss-out Wednesday. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Cheerful Monsters?

I feel I ought not make another whiny Monday post, as some of my Monstrous Monday Posts turn out to be. Yet, I am feeling monstrous. Perhaps I could be monstrous but cheerful.

Looks like a fun bunch to me!

Who could be uncheered by William Castle, Vincent Price, and friends? I could get into watching a Castle/Price collaboration about now. However, I would probably want to go to bed before the end. I am on overtime so get up unreasonably early and get very tired by the end of the day (NOT whining! Merely explaining why I am not watching a movie) (It also explains why this post is turning out to be kind of dumb).

A tense confrontation.

The above is from The Terror, a Roger Corman romp, starring Jack Nicholson and Boris Karloff. I like a Corman/Karloff collaboration, too. Plus, it has the charm of alliteration. Regular readers know I love alliteration.

An even rompier movie.

And here is a Price/Karloff collaboration, with Peter Lorre and Jack Nicholson thrown in for good measure, The Raven. I must get that one on DVD for my collection.

Well, now I am feeling quite cheerful, thinking about these movies I love. Additionally, I am approaching 200 words. Regular readers (I think I still have some) know I call that respectable. At any rate, I made it through another Monstrous Monday. I hope to see you all again on Tired Tuesday, as I fear it will be (not whining now either, just predicting).

Not a Good Picture, Not a Good Post

I wanted to call this one “Not a Good Post, But Here Are Some Geese.” Unfortunately, my pictures did not turn out very good. In fact, I deleted one, because you couldn’t even see the geese.

There were a lot of them.

One reason it was difficult to get a picture was that I can barely see my Tablet in bright sunlight. Additionally, I cannot reliably zoom in. When I try, sometimes it works but more often I just put it in selfie mode. Yikes! I hate taking selfies.

So this is my very short (by my standards for my blog) post. I’ll call it a Slacker Saturday Post and drive on. As always, I’ll try for a better post tomorrow. Maybe I will have a Severed Head Sunday. We shall see.

Post, I Must!

Since I have been missing blog posts lately with no discernible injury to the space-time continuum, I am tempted to forgo tonight’s entry. The problem with that is that I will forgo other entries, and the next thing you know, I am no longer a blogger at all. That may not be a huge loss to the blogosphere, but it will diminish the quality of my life.

It should not be a problem today, being as it is Lame Post Friday. Only it is not a real Friday for me, because once again I work on Saturday. A conundrum, to be sure. Or is it?

Yes, it is. I just looked in my dictionary (an actual book, not Google) and learned that a conundrum is a riddle whose answer involves a pun or just anything that puzzles. I do feel puzzled, but wouldn’t it be awesome if I could also think of a pun?

Hmmm… nothing is coming. Since I work tomorrow but not Sunday, will tomorrow’s post be a Post Lame Post Friday Post? I guess that is a play on words but not quite a pun. Well, what do you want from me anyways?

However, I am just about at 200 words. I’ll call that a win, lame or not. Happy Friday, everyone!

Food, Music, and STEVE!

Yesterday, Steven got sprung from the pen, and by pen, I mean nursing home. In celebration, and since it was Wednesday, we went to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort to enjoy food and music.

We got there before the music actually started. I introduced Steve to my favorite bartender, Toni. We pored over the menus, pondering.

This is actually a picture from a different visit, but she is still this cute.

I finally decided on a burger, which was a recent addition to the Fratello’s menu. Yum! Steven opted for a shrimp basket.

Yummy! The food was good, too.

Music was by Matt Migliore. We had not heard him before. We enjoyed him very much.

I don’t know who the guy in yellow was.

I did not make notes on what songs he played. Steven especially enjoyed a Beatles tune. We danced our way out to Billy Joel’s “My Life.” Matt waved us a friendly good-bye.

Nice!

We enjoyed our food and the music, and I was delighted to introduce Steve to my Wednesday night thing.

Going Nowhere on Tired Tuesday

Tired Tuesday follows Monstrous Monday, we all know that. At least, we know it now. I am trying to get back to posting daily, even it it means a lot of foolish, rambling posts. One does what one can.

In my defense, the hot, humid weather weighs me down. I feel I am a large, heavy piece of clothing saturated with warm water. Kind of like my laundry when my washing machine died before going through the spin cycle, only I wash in cold water. I do enjoy a good comparison. Earlier today, I told myself that my face will be coated in sweat for the foreseeable future. Sometimes it is easier to live with something when you acknowledge that it is, instead of wishing it was not, if that makes any sense.

In addition to the weather, I am coping with overtime at work. YES, I am grateful to have a job and grateful for time-and-a-half, so just don’t start with the “Just be happy that” crap. I want to be a lady of leisure! Is that too much to ask? Apparently so.

Where was I going with this? Nowhere, I guess. As always, I will try for a better blog post tomorrow. It will be Wednesday, my day for local music at Fratello’s. I missed last week. This may be something to look forward to. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Burning Questions on Monstrous Monday

Am I no longer a daily blogger or am I just going through a bad patch? If I return to posting daily will I truly be a daily blogger, considering the number of missed posts? Will I ever return to making a blog post daily? These are the burning questions that plague me on this Monstrous Monday.

I’m not loving the rest of the days either right now.

There is no point in iterating the various points of stress currently monsterizing my life (I’ll be damned: iterating and monsterizing are both words, according to autocorrect. I thought iterating was like a lost positive: you know, you can reiterate something, but nobody ever iterates anything. Monsterizing, I thought I just made up) (but I digress).

Nosferatu stands up to his problems.

I throw in Nosferatu just because he is my favorite. You may have guessed by now (if anybody is still reading) that I got nuthin’. In my defense, I finished and emailed my article to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. In my detriment, I don’t know if it was a very good article. Perhaps I am not the best judge of these things.

Totally me.

I close with a kind of a self portrait. OK, it’s not really me, but it is how I often feel lately. I believe I am not alone.

What I am is over 200 words. I call that a blog post. Can I do it again tomorrow? Can I make a better post? More burning questions to ponder.