Steven and I took today off too, to recover from our wild Vermont weekend, so today will be kind of a lame weekend sort of post. We spent the morning having adventures, but that was a long time ago and I’m too tired to write about them. When we returned home, we decided to watch monster movies, so I’m going to write a little bit about them.
I thought some classic Halloween viewing would be nice, so we put in Frankenstein, the one directed by James Whale in 1931. Then we quite naturally watched The Bride of Frankenstein, 1935 , also directed be Whale. I wanted to watch another Boris Karloff movie after that, but first I had to fix us something to eat. Then I had to make a salad and chop some vegetables for my lunch tomorrow, when I go back to work.
It would be nice, I suppose, for me to make some commentary about these movies. Something intelligent or insightful or at least witty. Would it be too monstrous to me not to? I suppose it would. Steven is searching for another Karloff movie, now that we’re done with dinner. I think there are a couple in one of our Horror collections.
Full disclosure: I think I am coming down with something. Perhaps it is my allergies acting up again. Perhaps I just partied too heartily in Vermont. You know how debauched Vermont can be. And you know what a huge baby I can be when I am not feeling one hundred percent healthy. Well, we did have a few adventures today in Utica, so perhaps I can write about them in the coming week. In the meantime, Steven has put in The Terror, which I wrote about in a previous post. Click on the title if you’d like to read it. And Happy Monday.