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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.

 

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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.

 

Lame Lycanthropy (Look It Up)

And the moon is full! Or was that last night?

I like to make a silly post on a Friday.  For newcomers to the blog, the official term is Lame Post Friday, and I often indulge in random observations and half-baked philosophy.  And I repeat that bit of definition perhaps a few more times than is strictly necessary, but you’ll have that.  On this particular Friday, I am taking a vacation day, so I am feeling a little giddy.  I’m just going to type in some silliness and get on with my fun day.  I saw the above photo on my Facebook news feed this morning and said, “ooh.”  It ties in with another photo I downloaded some days ago.  I downloaded it with the idea that I would eventually find other pictures to tie in with it for a blog post and, as you see, I was right!  I love it when that happens.  Now let’s see if I can find that photo in my downloads (must figure out how to organize those downloads; as you know, I am not computer savvy)…

Oh no!  I found it and it is not the photo I thought it was!  It is the Mummy, not the Wolfman!  How could I make such a mistake!  How lame is that!  Wait a minute, it’s lame.  That fits right in.  It’s even kind of random.  I’ll go with it.

Mummy, Werewolf… Compare and contrast. Discuss amongst yourselves.

I downloaded two other Werewolf photos, to round out the post.  I had been looking for one, because, you know, three’s the charm, but I could not decide between the movie poster and a humorous one, so I went with both (is that a run-on sentence?  I don’t care if it is).

I guess it’s the disc cover, not the actual poster, but I think that’s OK. Or is it just more lame? Either way.

The movie had an excellent cast, although I find it rather sad.  I’ll have to do a post sometime on the profound nature of horror movies.

I do not recommend an adversarial relationship with one’s stylist.

It looks as if he doesn’t want a shave and a haircut (two bits), and I can’t really blame him.  He has only to wait till the moon wanes.  And doesn’t that make you wonder what would happen if he did get a haircut as the Wolfman, then the moon waned.  Would his face be like all cut up?  His head completely bald?  I’ll have to do some research on lycanthropy (my computer is underlining that word, but I looked it up in Webster’s and it is correct).

Incidentally, I got the first photo from Dracula’s House of Halloween and the last two from the Wolfman facebook page.  I stupidly do not remember where I got the Loveboat photo and I am too lazy to try to find out.  I did mention this is Lame Post Friday, didn’t I?

 

Shut Up, Tweety Bird!

You know how sometimes you think to yourself, “I should have said  . . .”  Well, I had one of those today about a Facebook meme that got a lot of play some time ago.  I thought I would address it now, as both a random observation and a bit of half-baked philosophy for Lame Post Friday.

The meme shows an irate cartoon character, usually Tweety Bird, and reads, “I don’t need anger management!  Other people need stupidity management!”

Yuk, yuk, yuk, very funny, it was so funny I forgot to laugh.  This is why we have Road Rage, because people think they have a right to act any damn way they want!  I never responded to this meme, because quite frankly, I did not want to get the person who posted it pissed off at me.  If they didn’t come on over and beat me up, they would probably tell me to manage my own stupidity and that would probably hurt my feelings.  I’m very sensitive about that kind of thing.

Later on, I thought of a better response.  You cannot control other people; you can only control yourself.  Unfortunately, too many people choose not to control themselves.

Well, there is a lot more that can be said on the subject There are arguments to be made such as you can’t control everything about yourself, and how other people’s behavior does so have an effect on you, etc.   However, it would hardly be a bit of half-baked philosophy if I made thoroughly thought out argument.  My only goal was to get to at least 200 words.  Happy Friday, everyone.

 

Joan Crawford, Can You Help Me Now?

The answer to yesterday’s movie trivia question was: Strait Jacket, starring Joan Crawford, produced and directed by William Castle.  It is one of my favorite movies.  We are watching it as  I type this.

I had meant to make my blog post earlier, after I went for a run.  I felt sure I could make a Running Commentary post.  Later, Steven and I went for a walk with my sister Cheryl.  A Pedestrian Post would have been fine. Later on, Steven and I attended a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer, then went for a fish fry at the Elks Club in Ilion, both perfectly acceptable blog post topics.  And yet, I am not writing about any of those topics.

I want to watch my cheesy movie!  And maybe drink a little more wine!  But, yet, I must make my blog post.  Then again, it is actually Friday, so  a Friday Lame Post may be appropriate.  Random observations and half-baked philosophy?  I suppose I could observe that I adore old, cheesy movies.  Perhaps I could come up with some half-baked philosophy why this might be true.  Um, I don’t know why it might be true.  It’s Friday!  I’ve been drinking wine!  I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE!!!

What I guess I’m saying is, sorry folks.  It would have been a good idea to make my blog post earlier.  However, that ship has sailed.  We cannot always follow the ideal course.  We’ll see if I can come up with something better on Scattered Saturday.  Have a delightful evening.

 

Pre Prohibition Party Post

I get by with a little help from my friends.  That is a profound lyric, I find, and I would go so far as to say it is true for all of us.  Anybody who says they do not get help from their friends is either kidding themselves or leads a very sad life.  I try to avoid speaking in absolutes like that, because I am no hand at argument, but I feel strongly about this.

Could this be some half-baked philosophy suitable for Lame Post Friday?

As a matter of fact, I started out to post the silly story of me getting ready for the Prohibition Party at Gerber’s 1933 Tavern (I keep forgetting the year; I want to call it 1834, like the jail in Herkimer).  Now, having recently participated in a murder mystery with a speakeasy setting, you might think I had a prohibition era costume ready to hand.  Not so much.  Ruby’s dress was, well, Ruby’s.  It was perfect for the character.  For me going to an event at a local tavern, I wanted something else.  Oh, all right, something sexier.  Don’t middle-aged ladies ever get to feel attractive?  Who makes up these rules anyways?

To be honest, I don’t think my gyrations getting ready are all that interesting.   However, I did come up with an outfit I think it passable.  The reason I put the opening paragraph is that I am waiting for my friend Kim to come over and offer her input and encouragement.  She is pretty awesome.  I hope she will approve of my outfit, or at least tell me something better to put on.  If anybody takes any pictures, I may post one in a future post.  If I don’t look too ridiculous.

Happy Friday, everyone.