Have I written a post this summer about how it is too damn hot for me to write a blog post? I know I have written several of those in the past, but have I written any in 2016? I bet I have. Well, this is another one, but being as it is Lame Post Friday, I believe I can get away with it.
This whole week has been dreadfully hot and humid. Unofficial end of summer my ass! Of course there is no use in complaining about it. The weather will do what it decides to, whoever is pleased or otherwise. So, anybody who is saying huffily, “I LIKE summer weather” can just say it to somebody else.
I am going through a downswing. Mood-wise, writing-wise, blog-wise. But I must fight the tendency to mope around in a corner. Oh poor, pitiful me! Said with one wrist at my forehead, of course. Perhaps I could manage a swoon. The problem with that is that you can’t count on somebody being around who will revive you with a glass of brandy. Why did those ladies in the old time novels push away the brandy? Where they nuts?
Well, that was kind of a stream of consciousness paragraph, wasn’t it? That is probably a side effect of stewed brain, which is what I fear is in my skull today. The only other thing I can share in hopes of offering some entertainment is the following:
When I am cleaning my machines at the end of my work day, I sometimes sing the theme song from The Blob. “It creeps and leaps and glides and slides across the floor, right through the door and all around the wall, a splotch, a blotch, be wary of the Blob! (Beware of the Blob!)” That’s it, over and over. Then I do “dah daah!” and other random syllables for the musical interludes. Then back into the lyric. Sometimes I dance a tango step or two.
Today, when I got back to the lyrics for the third or fourth time, I heard myself sing, “…a splotch, a blotch, be wary of the Blog!”
Wouldn’t that be a great title for a post? But if I used it for this one, it would spoil the joke. I’ll keep it in mind for the upcoming Halloween season. In the meantime, I’m over 300 words. Happy Friday, everyone.