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I Need My Monsters Today

I thought I could make a quick Monstrous Monday post before segueing into All Mornings At Seven All The Time on Tuesday.  Opening night is Friday.  I am worried rehearsals this week will last late, late, but you’ll have that.

Full disclosure:  I am experiencing a sort of paralysis.  Of the mind and the body.  One of the symptoms, apparently, is to write in incomplete sentences, a style in which I do not usually indulge.  Or do I?  Perhaps I just don’t notice.  Maybe that is another symptom.  The fact is, I keep typing stuff in and backspacing over it, or not even typing it in as I think of it.  I sit here with clenched-teeth determination NOT erasing this paragraph.

“You were looking for me?”

Once again, I look to Nosferatu for help.  Who could be uncheered by a vampire?

“A nice cup of brew and you’ll soon be feeling more the thing.”

Here’s a truly cheerful ghoul, and the cheerful thought that Halloween is coming.  Eventually.  Well, obviously, I celebrate Halloween all year.  I believe I am not the only mortal to do so.

He seems to be hard at work.

I have no idea what movie, if any, this is from.  It was in my Media Library, so I must have downloaded it from somewhere sometime.  Similarly, I have no idea how I got to be over 200 words.  I’ll talk about the play I’m in tomorrow.  And eventually, I will try to start making better blog posts.  In the meantime, may your Mondays NOT be monstrous.

 

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Pre-Rehearsal Flustered Post with a Dumb Title

Oh, I am flustered. It is Flustered Monday. That has kind of an internal rhyme.  I don’t know why I am flustered.  I have emailed my articles and pictures to Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  They will print them or not; at least I wrote them and sent them in by deadline (OK, actually ON deadline; we’ve talked about me and the last minute, have we not?).  I have plenty of time to make a blog post before getting to rehearsal for Morning’s at Seven, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre (by the way, stand by for this blog becoming All Morning’s at Seven All The Time).  What reason do I have to be flustered?

Well, one reason is that it seems I do not know my lines as well as I thought I did.  Going over them Friday and Sunday, I thought I was doing pretty good.  I was working on getting word perfect and learning everybody else’s lines (you know, the whole line, not just the last few words before my line).  Today when I looked at the script, covering it with a piece of paper and sliding it down to read others’ lines while covering my own, and I said, “Huh?  What?”

This is what my brain feels like today.

It seemed like a good moment to throw in a monster.  Doesn’t he look comfortable?  I think I see my problem.  I spent my weekend running around having fun, when I should have been vegetating, napping, and studying lines, not necessarily in that order.

Maybe this brain wouldn’t die, but mine sure did.

Get a load of that side-eye!  I’m afraid that is what my cast-mates will be giving me if I am as clueless on stage as I feel right now.

There’s the brain I need!

Anyways, I see I am just over 300 words. I call that respectable for a Monstrous Monday (you didn’t think I was serious about Flustered Monday, did you?).  Now I have time to look over my script again.  I believe I am still a day behind on my daily blog, but at least I have not added a day.  Happy Monday, folks!

 

Tired Tuesday Masquerading as Monstrous Monday

Here I am, back to my usual hasty post before rehearsal.  Since I missed this week’s Monstrous Monday post, perhaps I could indulge in a monster picture or two.

Kafka knew from monsters.

I open with this, because I have not been writing enough lately.  I think I would make a pretty scary monster, so maybe there is an upside to not writing.

I don’t remember the Wasp Woman flying in the movie.

Here is a good female monster.  She got this way from trying too hard to stay young and beautiful.  There may be a moral to that tale, or an opening for a discussion of the unreasonable demands society places on women.  I am naturally not up to such a discussion at present.  This post is veering into Tired Tuesday territory.

Monsters and coffee: two of my favorite things.

Since we’re talking about lady monsters, I thought I’d throw in Deadly Women, one of my favorite guilty pleasure shows.  I have not seen it in a while.  I’ll have to look for it.  I just can’t get enough murder and mayhem.

Full disclosure: I do not own this Blu-ray, or indeed, any blu-rays.

I was looking for The Bride of Frankenstein to round out the post, but I think The Brain That Wouldn’t Die works just as well.

So now I am only one blog post behind.  Let’s see how long it takes me to catch up.  Full disclosure:  it may not happen tomorrow.  After rehearsal tonight, I may not be rising at 3:30 like I did this morning.

 

It Will Probably Be a Monstrous Monday

Here’s a funny thing: in the past I have been posting at 4:30(ish) in the morning because I am posting late for the day before. Today I am posting early for TODAY!  I call that progress.  You see, I got up early for a different reason (not worth recounting), so I have a few minutes extra time, which I will not have tonight, so…

Still, this isn’t going to be much of a post.  I cannot completely disrupt my morning routine, or this will be an even more Monstrous Monday than usual.  I don’t even know how far down my Media Library I will scroll to find a few monster pictures to post.  Lame Post Monday?  Let’s not call it that; it only reminds me how far away Friday seems (which is not a completely bad thing, since I have a murder mystery on Saturday I am still getting ready for).

“You’re just getting up? It’s almost my bedtime!”

I’m thinking vampires hate summer, because they must spend more time hiding from the sun.  Then again, maybe they like the extra sleep.  I do not purport to know how a vampire feels, although I do not rule out guessing for the sake of fiction.

“Put my head back, you monster!”

Not exactly a monster, but two horror movie icons, Peter Lorre and Vincent Price (yes, I know I did not need to tell some of you).  It is an appropriate picture for me, because this week I may be running around like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off (writer’s trick:  you can use a cliche if you insert the words “the proverbial” in there; it’s kind of like “sic” but more hip) (or do I flatter myself?).

I know just how he feels. Come to think of it, I know pretty much how she feels, too.

A splash of color and a big ape to close this week’s Monstrous Monday post.  I gotta run now; I’m missing my Local on the Ones.  I feel more secure once I’ve heard the weather report.

 

Pre-Rehearsal Monsters

Really, when you come to think of it, my life is pretty boring.

To begin this week’s Monstrous Monday post, I went to our laptop’s Downloads, to see if my husband, Steven, had downloaded any monsters I hadn’t used yet.  This is what I found.  I would love an outfit like the one that lady is wearing, but I am less enamored with her escort.  She looks as if she is regretting it as well.  You just can’t trust those on-line dating apps.

“Did somebody say Monstrous Monday?”

Finding no further treasures in the Downloads, I return to my Media Library and find my old favorite, Nosferatu (1922).  I should perhaps mention that I am posting in haste (posthaste, that is an old word seldom used these days), because I have a rehearsal this evening.  I feel fortunate that I don’t have any days of two rehearsals this week (unless we reschedule Wednesday’s rehearsal for Thursday, but I can’t worry about that now).  One murder mystery is in the books!  In less than two weeks, both murder mysteries will be over and done with, and I will only have to worry about Morning’s at Seven (the full-length play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre).  Regular readers may recall that I mentioned in a vague sort of way another theatre project I may have undertaken.  Well, it seems not, so Phew!

My happy face when I only have one rehearsal.

I hope to do a couple of longer posts, telling more about my theatrical endeavors, especially in case local readers might like to attend.  For today, though, I must say Happy Monday and may all your monsters be nice ones.

 

Monstrously Late Post

Is this my new pattern?  Posting the next morning for the day before but missing that day’s post so that the next morning… etc., etc., ad infinitum (isn’t that how you spell ad infintum? I’m too lazy to look it up).  A little self-dramatizing, aren’t I?  It’s only been two days, for heavens’ sake!  Never mind that, on with the post and let’s see if I can at least get up to 200 words today.

“What’s this? Another late post? At least it isn’t dawn yet!”

When in doubt, throw in a monster.  I do love me some Nosferatu (1922).

“It’s all right, dear. These things happen.”

Doesn’t he look as if he is giving the young lady good advice?  I loves me some Julie Adams and Creature of the Black Lagoon (1954), too.

So it’s pretty obvious I don’t have much to say.  I don’t feel I should go on and on about how busy I am.  For one thing, as a friend once said, “Save your sympathy for those who are too busy to tell you how busy they are.”  Am I too busy to type how busy I am?  Apparently not, but why go on and on about my own admittedly self-imposed ills?

“Cheer up, dearie. You made a blog post!”

I close with our own delightful witch, from Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY.  It will be a few months before I made a real post about them again, but, as they say, time flies!  Late Happy Monday, everyone!

(Over 200 words!  Yay, me!)

 

Monsters, Can You Help Me Now?

As I walked into work this morning, I came up with a rather depressing description of a Monday through Friday job:  Five days of hell, two days of hangover.  It amused me in a cynical sort of way, although I doubt it is original and I assure you it is not accurate for me at least.  However, it seemed a good enough intro for a Monstrous Monday post.

Monday! Bad!

My job, of course, is not hell.  It has its drawbacks, as any job does, and I increasingly dislike being forced to get up in the morning.  I like to BE up early in the morning; I just don’t like to GET up.  I’m sure you now what I mean.

Where was I going with this?  Ah yes, Monstrous Monday.

“Was somebody looking for a monster?”

I have a bear of a week ahead of me, with rehearsals, writing, and a hundred issues and details to be dealt with.  It is my own fault, of course. So are hangovers, but in neither case does that make it any better.  Full disclosure:  I don’t often get hangovers, but when I do, they SUCK!

For the future, I can resolve to drink less, no matter how yummy it is.  However, can a similar resolution help me with my overloaded theatre schedule?  Just say no, you may advise.  Many people have no problem whatsoever with this (hence, our common community theatre casting woes).  What, I ask, is my problem?  Is it my eagerness to be loved?  My love of theatre?  The undeniable thrill I get from being onstage?  Or — and I think I may have something here — is it all the times in my misguided youth when I auditioned, auditioned, auditioned and almost never got cast?

Speaking of eagerness to be loved.

Now I fear I am straying into psychological territory way above my pay grade.  If I am trying to resolve issues from my youth, I am way more pathetic that I like to think I am.  Let’s end this analysis right here.  For one reason, I have lines to study.