Oh crap, it’s type it in, backspace it out syndrome! Must… keep… words… on… screen… (you know, like a beleaguered superhero in a comic book) (which I have not read in years; do they still do that? Crap! Dating myself!)
OK, so in one paragraph I have established that I am not having a good writing day, and I am feeling old and out of touch. Is this a good time for a Monstrous Monday or what?
Is it a fight to the death? Or just a pissy hair-pulling match?
We recently watched The Ape Man (1943) but I don’t remember much about it. It is on our DVD collection of 50 Horror Classics, so I can always watch it again. Boris Karloff is in it too.
It looks a little cramped, but perhaps he is comfortable.
I don’t remember what mummy movie this shot is from, but he appears to be sleeping peacefully. I will be sleeping peacefully soon, I hope. I am TIRED, which could explain the semi-coherent state of today’s post.
He looks like he can’t believe his eyes. I can’t believe his eyes either.
I was going to use the picture of the head from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die (1962) giving the side eye to her boyfriend, but I wanted a real monster, so I found this fellow from the movie. Sometime I may write a blog post about just which is the most monstrous: the monster, the head, or the boyfriend.
I should have a brain this big.
I close with the picture I always find appropriate at times like this: The Brain from Planet Arous (1957). Right now my movie is The Lack of Brain on Planet Cindy. No matter. It is Monday, and I have posted.
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