Nobody does! Oh, I suppose YOU do (you know who you are).
I haven’t used this charming gentleman in a while, but he seemed appropriate. It was a grisly hot day in the Mohawk Valley today. Really, there were all kinds of warnings on the news about how we should stay hydrated and get our exercising done early in the morning. I worked too early to run, so I just didn’t bother; judge me if you must. The sad thing about that is that, quite abruptly, running has gotten fun again. As I watched the afternoon drag by, I was sorry I was not going to run. I looked forward to running on Tuesday, when temperatures are supposed to moderate somewhat.
Safety first! Walk, don’t run!
As I was looking through my Media Library for a picture of a monster running (which I don’t think I have anyways), I saw the above, which I believe I have not used recently. It is, of course, from Night of the Living Dead (1968), back in the days when zombies did not run but lumbered threateningly and people for some reason were often unable to get away. I understand zombies move faster these days. I have not see a recent zombie movie. I don’t much like horror movies after the late ’60s. They got too slashy for me. There are, of course, exceptions. Some newer movies are more atmospheric and psychological, and there are a few I like even if they did go through a tanker truck of fake blood.
“Who were you expecting, the Avon Lady?”
Thinking of blood, I close with my favorite blood-sucker, Nosferatu. I’m calling this a Monstrous Monday post, or did you figure that out already? Longtime readers may recall that I wilt and become quite useless in the heat. I am brain dead. Perhaps I am a zombie. Today I am the lumbering kind, but tomorrow I hope to run.
Mohawk Valley Girl 