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You’ve Lost that Lame Feeling

When a daily blogger (for example, me) has had a week of stupid posts yet wants to make a post quickly so she can watch Snapped… Oh I can’t keep talking about myself in the third person for the whole post.  My point is: it is Lame Post Friday.  Even though I only had a three day work week this week, I am still feeling Friday, in the lame post sense of the word.

Earlier today I lost Friday.  I was walking down the aisle at work thinking, “And when I come in tomorrow morning…”  I really felt as if I was going to be going to work tomorrow.  And when I reminded myself that I was not, I did not feel the shock of delight I felt the news deserved.  What the hell, me?  So I started singing (only in my head, for the benefit of my co-workers) that song about “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling”  only  substituting “Friday” for “Loving.”  I only got as far as those few words, though, because I don’t know that song very well.

Regular readers may remember that Lame Post Friday is traditionally the home of random observations and half-baked philosophy.  I say “may” and “traditionally” because I am uncomfortably aware that recent Lame Friday Posts have just been, well, lame.  Here is my observation for the day, and I think it veers into the philosophical:  You will often find more peace of mind if you refrain from giving someone a piece of your mind.

And here’s a Freudian typo for good measure:  I first put “peach of mind.”  Would that be more fuzzy or fruity?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

I see that I am over 250 words.  I count that good for a foolish post, and I feel this is right up there with my silliest. Or perhaps I flatter myself. No matter.  Once again, I hit Publish and hope for the best.

 

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Well, What Do You Do with Bread?

Under the heading, Things That Go Through My Head While I’m Running:  I read a quote a long time ago, not attributed to anybody, “If you have two loaves of bread, sell one and buy violets for your soul.” I pondered that thought, liked it, and considered posting it as a Facebook status when I got home.  Immediately I thought, if I did that, somebody would not doubt comment, “If you have two loaves of bread, give one to the poor.”  Somebody always has to be that way.

In fact, when I have two loaves of bread (and I often do), I selfishly put one in the freezer for later.  Then again, how many violets can I realistically expect to buy for what I usually pay for a loaf of bread, much less what I might sell a loaf of bread for.  Who’s going to buy a loaf of bread from me, anyways?  Anyways, I don’t eat a lot of bread.

As I type this, I remember there is a non-perishable food drive for veterans at my place of employment.  I’d better grab a few cans to bring in.  But no bread, that’s perishable.

So this is my Wuss-out Wednesday post.  I had intended to make a running commentary; I really did go running and think the first paragraph.  However, before making my bog post, I had to do the final edit and polish of my murder mystery script and get it emailed out to my cast.  I still have to print out hard copies for myself and a couple others, but I can do that before rehearsal tomorrow.

In the meantime, I ponder my conundrum:  violets for my soul or bread for the poor? Discuss amongst your selves.

 

Words, Work, What to Do?

So I did not make my Non-Sequitur Thursday post on Thursday.  Judge me if you like, I shall not explain, because explanations are tiresome.  I am sitting at my laptop with coffee at 4:30 in the morning (which is actually a normal time for me to be out of bed on a workday), and I’m going to type a few words and hit publish.  Then on to my last day of work before two weeks off, yes.

Here is a Freudian typo:  when I went to put “workday” just now, my fingers first typed “word.”  Since I want to be a writer (technically I am a writer, but I dream of finishing longer things than blog posts and murder mysteries), I find that appropriate.  Next Freudian typo:  I typed “wend” instead of “went.” This implies that I am wending my way through this post. Quite appropriate for a Non-Sequitur Thursday.

“Ah, about that…”

I thought I would throw in a picture of Nosferatu, just because.  On the one hand, I feel that makes this more of a non-sequitur post.  On the other hand, if you actually say you are making a non-sequitur, I think it makes it less of a non-sequitur.  And now I veer into half-baked philosophy, the purview (I love that word, purview) of Lame Post Friday.  And since it is, in fact, actually Friday, now I am veering back into sequitur territory.  What is a blogger to do?

Which is not the same thing as “I saw what you did there.”

When in doubt, throw in another picture.  I loves me some William Castle.

Incidentally, this is what I felt like yesterday, when I missed posting.

I just grabbed the next picture I saw in my Media Library (“Media Library” should be said in snooty tones), because I want to finish this up.  I am over 300 words, which is a little long for a foolish post, especially a late one.  If only I could think of a silly headline, my life would be perfect.  Late Happy Thursday and Early Happy Friday, folks!

 

I Need a Little Monster

Sometimes I just need monsters.  Yes, it is Lame Post Friday, and I am about to post lame.  Traditionally I use Lame Post Friday for random observations and half-baked philosophy, but today I just want to share pictures of monsters.  Perhaps I could randomly observe or half-bakedly philosophize about them.

Ah, Nosferatu, my favorite guy.

Under the heading Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, I thought I would use stuff from my Media Library (I feel so sophisticated, having a Media Library).  I wanted to use this shot because, in addition to being my beloved Nosferatu, the building in the background reminds me of the one that houses Little Falls Antiques Center, as seen from the area where LiFT Theatre Company rehearses for our summer Shakespeare plays.  Wouldn’t that be awesome, if Nosferatu could join our little community theatre group?  Daytime performances might be a problem, but perhaps we could overcome the difficulty somehow.

“To be or not to — oh wait, wrong play!”

Here is an early rehearsal for The Tempest, last summer’s offering (note the presence of scripts).  You can see the building in the background.  Now don’t go saying stuff like, “Those buildings don’t look anything alike!”  You know I hate it when people are so didactic!

I don’t imagine I’ll be doing much howling myself tonight.

I close with a picture that mentions Friday, as I am currently celebrating Lame Post Friday.  I hope you enjoyed today’s lame post.  Have a lovely beginning of your weekend.

 

Random Essay for Wuss-out Wednesday

Here is a little-known fact about a famous Shakespearean tragedy:  Romeo snored.  Of course, most of us snore at least sometimes, but the entire Montague family was known for their loud, incessant, obnoxious snoring.  When the whole family slept in the same castle, their snorkeling, snorting, gasping, grating, grinding, endless nighttime symphonies would have rattled the windowpanes, if they would have had glass windowpanes in the 16th century (I looked this up after I wrote that: glass window panes became common in the 17th century) (Phew!).

In fact, according to one source (OK, it’s me), that snoring was the original cause of the whole Montague/Capulet fracas.  The families used to be great friends, spending Sunday afternoons together.  One Sunday when Capulet was in the middle of a long, boring story (don’t judge; you’ve told them yourself, we all have), Montague fell asleep.  Capulet could never be brought to believe that the warm weather and heavy Sunday dinner were to blame, or that the ensuing noise was quite natural.  He always held to it that Montague was only pretending to sleep and made all that racket just to poke fun at Capulet.  Nothing could convince him otherwise, because all the Montagues were afraid to fall asleep in front of him after that.  Just imagine all the years of hostility that could have been avoided with a simple sleepover.

Romeo, naturally, inherited the tendency.  It is a pretty safe bet that Romeo and Juliet did not waste any time sleeping during the one night they had together.  This is unfortunate, as things turned out, because if Juliet had gotten a load of that honk, she may have been more amenable to taking Paris as a substitute.  I understand his family was rather gentle in their nighttime sounds, although Juliet would naturally have had no chance of finding that out beforehand.  I know, some of you are going, “Bu-bu-bu–” in your anxiety to get out a defense of True Love, and you know, they were married.  Yes, well, let’s leave the philosophical discussion for another day (perhaps Lame Post Friday, my traditional space for half-baked philosophy, and don’t try to tell me yours is fully cooked, I won’t believe you).

Incidentally, you may remember that Romeo’s mother died offstage before the end of the play.  Some have hypothesized that since theatrical companies at that time had only three boys who could play female roles, you could only have three women onstage at a time.  Well, that could be, but the fact of the matter is, she died from lack of sleep.  Being a Montague only by marriage, she just couldn’t handle the buzz saw.

 

Is a Lame Blog Post Useful?

Who knew I would make it to another Lame Post Friday?  Not me on Monday, that’s for sure.  Friday seemed oceans of time away!  Come to think of it, the end of my work day seemed pretty far off earlier today.  Ah, perspective.  There’s a bit of half-baked philosophy for you.  For anybody just tuning in, Lame Post Friday is the day I sometimes indulge in random observations and half-baked philosophy.  I do not know how much I can indulge in anything today, though.  I think my fall allergies have kicked in, big time.

I’m sure many readers can identify with my allergy-related tribulations.  If you have never suffered from allergies, congratulations.  If you suffer from allergies and have never to complained about them… PANTS ON FIRE!!!!  How can you say you have suffered and have never complained???  Oh well, maybe nobody ever said that.  Anyways, I have pontificated before on how I raise concerns, YOU complain, THAT GUY OVER THERE pisses and moans.  But I guess I can admit to a little personal whining.

Where was I?  Ah yes, trying to make some semblance of a blog post, before figuring out what to do with the rest of my Friday evening (ooh, that would be a good blog title, but I think I have already used it).  I feel I must do something useful.  I have a rather full schedule this weekend (remember All Tempest All The Time?  Well, that’s still going on), so I have no time to waste.  Therefore, lying flat on my back, watching the room spin, is not the best use of my time (full disclosure:  I actually tried it earlier, and it just made my back hurt).

The nice thing is, if I do anything useful now, I might be able to blog about it tomorrow.  You, gentle reader, will be the first to know. Happy Friday, everyone.