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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!

 

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Just Enough Brain for Monstrous Monday

You would not think I would need to resort to a Monstrous Monday on the fourth day of a four day weekend.  Then again, I’m going back to work after a four day break: how can I NOT feel monstrous?  And feel monstrous, I do.  I have suddenly been hit by a huge wave of I Can’t Do This.  Regular readers may recall that I have a bit on my plate these days.  However, I am well aware that other people have more, often with fewer resources than those which I enjoy.  What the hell am I complaining about?

I kind of feel like I’m being strangled.  I wonder if it would help to scream.

I thought it was time to throw in a monster.  This is the titular monster from The Tingler (1959), a William Castle masterpiece starring the wonderful Vincent Price. Here’s a Freudian typo:  when I went to Google the movie to find the year, I put “Thingler.”  That would be a combination of the Thing and the Tingler.  If it was a Christmas movie, it could be the Jingler.  If it could fly, it would be the Wingler.  If unmarried, the Singler.  I could go on.

The answer to feeling overwhelmed, other than remembering to breathe, which a good idea under any circumstances, is to do one thing.  Then you often find you can do another.  Soon you are on your way to Getting Stuff Done.  The One Thing I am working on now is my blog post, in case you haven’t guessed.  I think it’s time for another monster.

Why is she screaming? She can take him!  He has no muscles!

Here is a scene from House on Haunted Hill (1959), another Castle/Price delight.

I need a brain this big.

I looked for another monster picture, because I could not think of anything else to say.  This is The Brain from Plant Arous (1957).  I wish I had my usual brain, but since that seems not to be functioning, I would take one from any planet.  Hmm… my plan of Doing One Thing does not seem to be working.  I will hit Publish on this (if I can possibly think of a title), but I am not feeling inclined to move on to something else.  Oh dear.  Well, tune in tomorrow to see if I did.

 

A Brainless Blog Post on Monstrous Monday

Oh crap, it’s type it in, backspace it out syndrome!  Must… keep… words… on… screen… (you know, like a beleaguered superhero in a comic book) (which I have not read in years; do they still do that?  Crap!  Dating myself!)

OK, so in one paragraph I have established that I am not having a good writing day, and I am feeling old and out of touch.  Is this a good time for a Monstrous Monday or what?

Is it a fight to the death? Or just a pissy hair-pulling match?

We recently watched The Ape Man (1943) but I don’t remember much about it.  It is on our DVD collection of 50 Horror Classics, so I can always watch it again.  Boris Karloff is in it too.

It looks a little cramped, but perhaps he is comfortable.

I don’t remember what mummy movie this shot is from, but he appears to be sleeping peacefully.  I will be sleeping peacefully soon, I hope.  I am TIRED, which could explain the semi-coherent state of today’s post.

He looks like he can’t believe his eyes. I can’t believe his eyes either.

I was going to use the picture of the head from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die  (1962) giving the side eye to her boyfriend, but I wanted a real monster, so I found this fellow from the movie.  Sometime I may write a blog post about just which is the most monstrous: the monster, the head, or the boyfriend.

I should have a brain this big.

I close with the picture I always find appropriate at times like this: The Brain from Planet Arous (1957).  Right now my movie is The Lack of Brain on Planet Cindy.  No matter.  It is Monday, and I have posted.

 

The Brain That Wouldn’t Blog

It has not been a particularly Monstrous Monday, so I’ve got that going for me.  What I do not have going for me is much brain power.  What’s that all about, head?  Now is where I usually share the picture of The Brain from Planet Arous, but how predictable of me.  Perhaps I could come up with something different.

Nice side eye.

How about The Brain That Wouldn’t Die?  You can’t see her brain, but she does have one.  It is also known as The Head That Wouldn’t Die, although I think either title is something of a misnomer.  However, I suppose both are catchier than The Brain Whose Maniac Boyfriend Wouldn’t Let Die.  This is why I don’t have a job writing titles for Hollywood movies.

“We want to eat your meager brain!”

Zombies can help demonstrate my current state of mindless.  I am not really up on zombie lore; do they feed on brains or flesh?  If it is brain, they would starve to death on me.  Perhaps I could find a book at the library and find out before I actually meet any zombies.

“This is a good boy!”

And here’s a fellow that got gypped in the brain department.  Igor got the brain for Frederick Frankenstein’s monster from somebody called Abby Normal.  If you’ve never seen Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein, I highly recommend it.

So now I have rattled on for some 200 words. Not bad for a chick with no brain.