RSS Feed

Category Archives: Monstrous Monday

Two Skeletons and a Glass of Wine

Monday through Friday workers know: sometimes the best you can hope for on a Monday is to Just Get Through It. Workers of other schedules know that feeling applies on other days as well. Oh, I know, I have very little to complain about. Why should I let that stop me? It seems to not slow others down. Never mind, let’s just get on with the blog post.

A handsome couple indeed.

This is our skeleton Bonita with her friend Bonaparte. She is wearing her last summer’s outfit. We have yet to dress her in this summer’s togs (Preview of Coming Attractions), but I am sure she will look equally alluring. At least Bonaparte will look equally as admiring.

He would probably like to meet Bonita.

I took a picture of this handsome fellow last Fourth of July, when my friend Kim and I visited our good friends Phyllis and Jim. Phyllis passed away the following August, and I still feel the shock of grief when I remember she is gone.

Full Disclosure: I already drank the wine.

Having interjected that sad note into my post, I feel free to point out that sometimes, for some of us, a glass of wine is a beautiful thing. I certainly enjoyed many glasses with Phyllis.

So I guess this is my Monstrous Monday Post: a couple of skeletons and a sad note. But I also smile when I remember my friend Phyllis. That makes this a not bad Monday. Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

I Repeat Myself on Monstrous Monday

Time to make this week’s Monstrous Monday Post. I am feeling quite tired but not entirely useless. I went for a walk before work. Not a long walk nor yet a particularly brisk walk, but let us not dwell on the negatives. After work I did a load of laundry. No, I did not fold it, do I look like some kind of clean clothes maniac?

The most productive thing I did was write, type up and email an article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. I started writing it during a break at work. Once again, I observed what I consider to be the damnedest thing: I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I sit down and write the article. It happens almost every month, and I can’t skip any of the “can’t write the article”s (that looks like an incorrect use of quotation marks, but it is what I mean).

This is not what I wrote.

I put in Nosferatu, because I remembered it is Monstrous Monday. I have shared this picture before, but for that matter, I have also written about can’t write the article etc.

I guess my ambition for Tired Tuesday is to find something new to say. However, since it will be a Pre-Rehearsal Post, no promises.

I’m Feeling a Little Cantankerous Myself

I was about to make this week’s Monstrous Monday Post, and my Tablet is behaving in a most cantankerous fashion. I did say that all my problems are of the First World variety, did I not? Well, I will try to make the post. No promises.

Doesn’t anybody have a can of Raid?

Here is Joan Collins, having a rather bad time of it in Empire of the Ants. I seem to recall enjoying that movie a lot more than I enjoyed Them, the other famous giant ant flick. Does Them have an exclamation point? Them? Note to self: look that up when the Tablet is behaving itself.

Where did he get that manicure?

I do like to include my favorite, Nosferatu. He is so delightfully creepy. I must watch that movie again. Only it is problematic, because it is a silent movie. I cannot easily knit or crochet during a silent movie.

Young love, ain’t it grand?

I don’t know what I was looking for, but I over-scrolled in my Media Library and it began to freeze up. I was able to grab the monster and his bride and get out before anything untoward happened.

Well, that makes three pictures, which is my usual quota, and at least 200 words. I say, Score! Once again, I shall get out before anything untoward happens.

Have You Missed Me? Or the Monsters?

Six days! It has been six days since I made a blog post! What the hell, me? This is a monstrous situation!

Artist’s depiction of my troubles getting the better of me.

How’s that for a melodramatic caption? I actually do not feel that I am being eaten alive by giant insects. I do not imagine they would find me to be an appetizing treat, but of course I don’t know these things. I am really just trolling my Media Library for monster pictures so I can post something, anything.

“Could I be of help?”

No, I am not ready for the Grim Reaper! But it was a pretty cool decoration at the Halloween party we went to at the Herkimer VFW last October.

They would surely starve to death around here!

I do like to share this poster when I am feeling brain dead. Will my brain ever revive? Will I ever go back to making good blog posts and posting on a regular basis? Will I ever upgrade and start posting new pictures? For the answers to these and other burning questions (and a few luke-warm ones as well), stay tuned to Mohawk Valley Girl.

Nosferatu, Can You Help Me Now?

I need some monsters to cheer me up.

Depiction of my reaction to Monday.

I kind of feel like I felt yesterday: that I am saying the same things every week. Yesterday I figuratively swooned on an imaginary chaise lounge. Today I post pictures of monsters. I fear I have gotten into a blogging rut.

I fear this guy more than a rut!

It is too late in the day to undertake any drastic changes. The best I can do is to try to make this a different Monstrous Monday than in weeks past. To that end, I put in two pictures of Nosferatu. Regular readers know he is my favorite guy, but I usually only put one picture of him.

Bottom right, but really I love them all.

As usual, I am having trouble navigating my Media Library. An additional problem is, I do not have a stylus handy so am typing with a sore fingertip. These are what we call First World Problems. I am ashamed to complain. I guess I could backspace it out, but I need the word count.

That was when I started really having problems so gave it up, read my book and went to sleep. I am reading Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare. It looks like LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company is back with Summer Shakespeare! How’s that for a Preview of Coming Attractions? I feel tremulously happy, almost unable to believe it is true.

What is true is that I am over 200 words. Phew! I need to improve my computer situation, my blogging situation, and my personal situation. Oh, these first world problems!

Late Post, Little Point

I started to write a blog post while on break at work. It was not a very good one, so I stopped working on it and worked on a cryptogram puzzle instead. Now I am home and tired as I can be, yet I still want to make a blog post.

And that was when I decided I was too tired and gave it up. Now it is Tuesday morning, and I have enough time to finish this post or make my lunch. Maybe for both?

Me with my rough draft.

So here’s a late Monstrous Monday Post. If I make it short enough, I may be able to fix my lunch. And write the post card I just now remembered I meant to do.

Who me? Have a glass of wine?

Full disclosure: I did not have a glass of wine yesterday. I almost put “did not enjoy a glass of wine,” but that could have meant I had the glass; I just didn’t enjoy it. What a sad Monday that would be!

It seems this is a rather pointless post. Reading over what I have so far, I have no ideas for a headline. Headlines are hard. That last sentence brought me to 199 words. So at least it isn’t a short post. I hope you all had a more productive Monday.

Monsters for My Malaise

My foolish blog posts continue with another Monstrous Monday Post. I really want to start having and blogging about Mohawk Valley Adventures again, but it is really not going to happen today. I will try to cheer myself up with a few monsters from my Media Library.

“I love what you’ve done with the place!” said in a Transylvanian accent.

This is from Mark of the Vampire. I am too tired to look up the year and the name of Bela lugosi’s co-star. Or do I mean lazy? Let’s go with tired.

He is scary, yes.

I continue the Vampire theme with my favorite fiend, Nosferatu (1922). I did not have to look up the year. I remember it, because 22 is my favorite number.

“I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!”

I could not easily find another vampire, so I went a different yet still related way. You see, the vampires are appropriate, because I am so tired, I feel the life has been sucked out of me, much as the blood is sucked out of the vampires’ victims. And here we have a skeleton, unable to raise himself from the grave, much as I am unable to pull myself out of my current malaise.

I seem to be getting profound, or do I flatter myself? No matter. I have reached 200 words and enjoy the hope that I have entertained at least some of my readers.

I Had a Monstrous Time Trying to Write

I knew earlier today I would make a blog post about Not Writing. I knew it when I got to work early, took out my notebook, put pen to paper, and… no words. I don’t even know how to describe it. I usually say Writer’s Blank, as opposed to Writer’s Block, but it was more than a blank mind. It was a complete lack of mental function. Cue unkind remarks about how my mental facultlies’ functioning is sporadic at best.

At least he managed more than a blank page.

I threw in a picture of Nosferatu so I could combine a whiny I Can’t Write Post with a Monstrous Monday Post. Regular readers know how much I love my monsters.

It was quite the disappointment this morning when my brain refused to work. I suppose some people would have advised me to write anyways, that I was just being lazy or timorous, there’s no such thing as Writer’s Block! They could have a point. I did give up rather quickly.

Maybe my brain had been eaten!

The thing is, sometimes I want to give myself a break. Sometimes I am completely disinclined to sit in front of a blank page feeling huge resistance. Sometimes I just want to open my puzzle book and work on a cryptogram.

Um, I did not pour myself a glass of wine at work.

As I type this (on my Tablet, one letter at a time with the stylus, just to give you the picture), I am suddenly not inclined to let myself off the hook. For heaven’s sake, I say to myself, couldn’t I have written SOMETHING? Perhaps not the project at hand, but another project, a blog post, a letter, anything! Did I even try?

That’s it! We’ll blame it on Monday!

This self-recrimination is useless. I can’t jump into a time machine, return to this morning and try again, a little harder this time, to write. All I can do is work on the next time I put pen to paper.

In the meantime, I am over 300 words and have included a couple monsters. Let’s call it a blog post. Thank you for tuning in.

Pre-Rehearsal Monsters?

I typed in the headline with a question mark, because I am not sure how well this is going to work out. I have a mere 17 minutes before I have to get ready and go to rehearsal for Game Show, the play Steven and I are in at Ilion Little Theatre (I mention for those who had not read it here or had forgotten).

Aaand that was a far as I got. And here is a Freudian typo: I wanted to use multiple A’s for “and” but at first typed “assnd.” Because I feel like an ass. I have made blog posts in 15 minutes or less. It can happen. Then I got the One More Thing disease, so we were not early for rehearsal. Never mind that: I put Monsters in the title, I am going to put monsters in the post

Me, studying my lines.

One reason I was unable to make the post before rehearsal yesterday is I started on this sick headache, which, incidentally still plagues me this morning. I took my temperature: not running a fever, not COVID. Anyways, it is my only symptom. I only mention it, because, you know how it is: when you have a head- or some other kind of ache, it tends to dominate your thoughts.

I’m not ready for a coffin yet.

Rehearsal was not as enjoyable as it may have been, due to my headache. However, I managed to be off book. I guess it is not that impressive; I have very few lines. Now I have to learn everybody else’s lines. For one reason: I will know more betterly when my lines are coming (yes, I know “more betterly” is not proper English; it is a silly thing I like to say). For another, when somebody forgets their line, sometimes I can say something in character that helps them remember or at least keeps the scene going.

Steve is no longer invisible.

The Steve in the above caption does not refer to my husband Steve but to a character in the play. I think I mentioned that we were down an actor. One fellow had to drop out due to personal reasons. However, we had a replacement last night, and I know he will do an excellent job. As a side note: in this play the director and two actors are named Steve, as is a main character in the play. We’re lousy with Steves!

I see I have talked more about the play than the monsters, but I think that is all right. Additionally, I am over 400 words. How did that happen? It must be the coffee.

I Wish I Was Invisible

It is time once again for a Monstrous Monday Post. It has been a semi-monstrous day, but I will not elaborate on that. For one reason, I am pecking one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, and the device is being rather uncooperative. Predictive text is not the least bit attuned to what I might be trying to say, and autocorrect is a bitch.

Never mind all that, let me find a picture of a monster to brighten our day.

He really disappears into his character.

Here is Claude Rains as The Invisible Man. He is a real actor’s actor. Bette Davis loved working with him. They never did a horror movie together, alas.

A peek into the creative process.

I couldn’t find anything that related to the first photo, but here is a behind-the-scenes glimpse of a William Castle production. Castle is the guy with the cigar. The seated fellow is Vincent Price. I don’t know who the ghouls are, but I love their outfits.

Another fashionable ensemble.

I can’t find another good movie monster in my Media Library, so here is a picture of our skeleton Bonita in her 2020 Halloween outfit. The black tulips are from a murder mystery.

I am afraid this has been a rather disjointed post, but you’ll have that, especially with me. I’ll try for more Mohawk Valley Adventures as the week progresses, but no promises. Still, I hope you’ll stay tuned.