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Wanted: A Better Blog Post

How did he make those little people?

I was going to go for a Wordless Wednesday and wanted to use a picture I hadn’t used yet.  I looked all through our Downloads on this laptop but could not find anything I liked. Then I saw the picture I downloaded for Monstrous Monday then lost when my laptop cut out.  Score!  It is Ernest Thesiger as Dr. Pretorius in The Bride of Frankenstein (1935).

As you may have noticed, I cannot actually have a blog post without words.  I have mentioned that before.  I like words.  I like to talk, I like to write, even if I have nothing in particular to say.  I suppose this renders me tiresome upon occasion, but, as they say, I gotta be me.

If being tiresome were a crime, perhaps my Wanted poster would look something like this.

This is an older picture of me, with a frame added by a theatre friend of mine.  It was back in 2015, when the Herkimer County Historical Society and Ilion Little Theatre presented the play Roxy by Jack Sherman.  I was honored to play the title role.

This was actually a pretty entertaining flick.

I decided to go to my Media Library for a third picture to round out the post.  I picked this one purely for the alliteration.  Look at all the W’s!  Wasp Woman on Wordless Wednesday!  Or is that Wuss-out Wednesday?  Maybe I should have a glass of wine.

 

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Writing Through the Angst on Tired Tuesday

So it’s Tired Tuesday again.  How did I get to be so old and useless anyways?  Oh, that sounded whiny and self-pitying, didn’t it?  I should erase it, but I am determined to make this post and have done with, so I made up my mind not to backspace out what I typed, no matter how pathetic.

Full disclosure:  I have been sitting here in front of a blank screen thinking that it may be time for me to stop being a daily blogger.  I have been doing this blog since May of 2011.  That’s a pretty good run, isn’t it?  I suppose it would have been a better run if there had been fewer posts about I Can’t Write a Blog Post Today.  Then again, if I had not been trying to make daily posts, there may have been fewer foolish posts. But what about the readers who enjoy my foolish posts?  Why should I deprive them? As regular readers know, I go through these angst-y things every so often, and I always end up hitting Publish and hoping for the best.  And trying again the next day.

If only I could get back into the habit of writing my blog posts during the day while on break at work!  One reason I did not do that today is that a co-worker brought me copy of Mohawk Valley Living magazine, and I was reading it.  I read all the articles and perused the ads, searching for future Mohawk Valley adventures.  You know, stuff I can write blog posts about.  So that is one plan for the improvement of this blog.

I have another plan to improve this blog:  I am going to work to improve my life, then blog about how I have brought these improvements about.  I am not certain how much I can improve myself at this late date (I am middle-aged, if I live to be over 100), but they say it never hurts to try.  If I fail miserably,  I can blog about that.  At least it should be good for a laugh.

In the meantime, this is my Tired Tuesday post.  At least I have found something different to say about not having anything decent to say.  And I gave a quick shout-out to Mohawk Valley Living.  I’ll try not to wuss out on Wednesday, but no promises.

 

What Would Barbara Stanwyck Do?

It is one of those stare at a blank computer screen kind of blogging days.  This won’t do.  I’ll pep things up (most notably myself) with a picture.

Who will give Valentine Ducky a kiss? Will Cher do it?

This is a picture from last February, when Steven decorated our mantle for Valentine’s Day. The wine glass with the lips and the rubber ducky are there again this year, but, as I mentioned in an early post, it is not a particularly seasonal decor.

I just used this recently, but I include it for comparison’s sake.

As I enjoy the first few days of the month, I am still getting used to the idea that it IS a new month.  Now I have to think about Valentine’s Day.  And I have less time before I have to worry about my murder mysteries in March and April.  Ooh, and I need to be getting my article(s) written for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  All of a sudden, I am thinking I have every reason in the world for it to be Wrist to Forehead Sunday!

 

Perhaps I should pop in a film noir and pour myself a glass of pinot noir.

How about if I make it a Non-Sequitur Sunday instead and throw in a couple of unrelated photos.  Double Indemnity, shown above, is  good movie to watch on a Sunday afternoon.   Had I watched it earlier, I might have managed a Sunday Cinema post.  And while we’re on the subject of What Might Have Been, I went running this morning — outside in the snow — in hopes of making a Running Commentary post.

Most unusual suspects.

I shall close with a photo of a past murder mystery, A G.R.A.V.E. Murder, which was presented in October of 2017 to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society.  I post it to inspire myself to finish my latest deadly opus (hmmm, how does Deadly Opus sound for a title?).  At least I have managed a blog post of over 300 words.  I say not bad for a Sunday.  Bring on the rest of the week!

 

At Least No Lame Excuses

So there I was, trying to think of a play on words for my title utilizing Lame, because it is, you know, Lame Post Friday (at least, perhaps you don’t know, but I do).  Nothing is coming.

Earlier today I said, “That’s just a random observation.”  I have no memory of what it was, but I remember thinking at the time that my earliest Friday Lame Posts included random observations and half-baked philosophy.  These days they are merely lame.  What can I do?  What can I say?  What lame excuses can I offer?  None, I suppose.

Ooh, here’s a bit of half-baked philosophy:  what is the difference between a reason and an excuse?  Some people accept reasons but scorn excuses.  Others discount both indiscriminately.  I seem to recall reading somewhere, “We have a thousand reasons for failure but not a single excuse.”  That means, I suppose, that however many reasons there are that we fail, there is no excuse for failure.  “You are not excused!”  On the other hand, I also have seen excuses scorned. “There’s always an excuse,” someone says, meaning one has offered something completely lame, and not even on a Friday.  In these cases, I would think a legitimate reason would be more respected.

Then again, why are we even talking about why?  For heavens’ sake, not everyone can succeed at everything! And who cares who excuses me or not? Who is the arbiter of these things, anyways? It’s not like school, where your mother wrote you an excuse, so you did not get in trouble for being absent.  Whether or not you get in trouble depends entirely on what you are trying to succeed at.  I don’t suppose excuses or reasons matter that much in some cases.

In this case, I sincerely hope that is true, because I have neither a reason nor an excuse for this weeks Lame Friday Post. But here it is.  I hope to see you all again Saturday, whatever kind of Saturday it turns out to be.

 

John Quinones, Can You Help Me Now?

OK, I just searched my Media Library twice, thinking I had a logo from 20/20 on OWN, the show which is currently distracting me from my blogging activities for the evening. And by “blogging activities,” I mean typing words into the computer.  I don’t have the oomph to actually do any activities that are worth blogging about (or blog-worthy activities, as I sometimes refer to them as).  I did find a picture of John Quinones (I think that “n” should have a tilda over it but don’t know how to find one on my keyboard).

I do enjoy the hosts of my true crime shows.

Tomorrow I have some blog-worthy stuff planned. Steven and I are meeting our friends Phyllis and Jim at Jamo’s in Herkimer for dinner.  Then we are going to see The Trip to Bountiful  at Ilion Little Theatre.  I must find an elegant outfit to wear.  I do like to dress up for the theatre (sometimes I pronounce it “thee-ah-tah” just to be extra hoity toity).  The only problem will be I may not have time for my post before the evening and at the end of the evening I may be too tired (do you suppose I should have put some commas in that sentence?  I am usually so good at punctuation).  I seem to recall having just such a problem last Friday.

So I guess this is my Non-Sequitur Thursday post.  For one reason, I have to finish it soon, because dinner is almost ready.  Steven is cooking chicken and potatoes.  He really is a very nice husband.  And on that note, I hit Publish.  Happy Thursday, folks!

 

Words Happen. Or Not.

Tired Tuesday follows Monstrous Monday in many cases.

I typed in that sentence, then I just sat here and stared at it, wondering what else to say.  It’s odd how sometimes I put fingers on keyboard and words happen (ooh, great title, that).  Sometimes not so much.  Guess what kind of day today is.

First drafts and blog posts.

Full disclosure:  most of my blog posts are first drafts.  Most of my everything are first drafts.  The papers I wrote in school, my murder mysteries, a lot of my articles for Mohawk Valley Living magazine, my many unfinished novels.  Oh well, I guess I do some editing, more on some things than others.  My writing is so informal, sometimes a first draft will do.

So this is another post about I Can’t Write a Blog Post Today.  What I am really trying to do is NOT write a post whining about some physical, emotional and personal troubles I have been having.  Oh dear, I should not have mentioned that at all.  And here is where a first draft can be a really good thing.  If this was a first draft, I could cut out that sentence when I edited and re-wrote.  The second or third draft could read entirely differently.  Less whiny, more coherent, in short, a better blog post.

A better blog post is always my aim.  I’ll see what I can do about that tomorrow.  However, experience has shown us all that sometimes Wuss-out Wednesday follows Tired Tuesday.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.