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Truman Capote Applies

Late posts. It has been a thing for a while now. Who knew getting back into daily blogging would be so hard for me (oh, YOU probably knew)(you know who you are)? At any rate, here I sit Friday morning, typing in (pecking one letter at a time with the stylus) (as Turman Capote once said, that’s not writing, that’s typing) what I believe will qualify as a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.

I woke this morning with a raging headache. Seriously, in a lifetime of headaches big and small, this one was in the top ten for sheer pain. However, I knew I could not call in to work or I will not get paid for the Monday holiday, and, you know, money. Coffee, Gatorade, and a few neck stretches helped.

My niece is No. 8

One reason I did not post last night is that I traipsed off to Little Falls, NY, for another field hockey game. It did not rain, but the wind was cold! I’m all, “Bring on fall!” but I wish I had dressed a little more warmly.

Where’s the ball?

Having very little else to say, I throw in another picture.

And I just had a minor crisis trying to italicize my captions. I feel quite traumatized, and my headache is back. On the brighter side, I am over 200 words. Score! I will strive to make my Lame Post Friday post later today, when it is still actually Friday.

Truman Capote Was Right

I went for a run after work today, thinking I could make a Running Commentary Post. I even had a title for it: Thunky Thursday.

Just a quick digression: my autocorrect turns “thunky” into “thinly.” For heaven’s sake if there was anything thin about me, I would not feel so thunky when I ran! Oh, I know, thunky is not a word. It ought to be.

Where was I? Ah yes, explaining why I seem unable to make a Running Commentary Post after all. Well, to begin with, I am tired after my run. For another reason, it was not all that great a run. I spent part of it wondering why I had ever thought I could run. I had plans to include that in the post (you know how I like to narrate in my head as I run).

I ask myself, why am I not making that post now? No answer is forthcoming. It is all very well to say I am tired. Obviously I am not too tired to write SOMETHING. So once again I ask, What the hell, me? I have no answer to that question either.

One thing about this blog: I can almost always get a post about not writing a post. As Truman Capote famously said, That’s not writing, that’s typing. Oh, Truman, you hadn’t seen anything yet!

Judge Me If You Are So Inclined

Let us be perfectly honest about the fact that I am doing my post despite the fact that my computer flatly refuses to put the obvious anticipatory words on my predictive text.

This was the paragraph I typed last night (as Truman Capote famously said, that’s not writing). Then I gave it up as a bad job. Steven and I had been to the 5th anniversary celebration of the End Zone Pub and Grub in Herkimer. Too much to drink? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

Actually, it was not so. For one reason, we drove to the pub so kept it under control. However, when we got home, we were so into watching movies and hanging out, my blog post just went by the wayside.

It is going by the wayside again this morning, because I want to go running. Will I make a better blog post later? I can only hope.

Is My Brain On Planet Arous?

What a comfort Monstrous Monday is.  I don’t have to think very hard.  I just have to share monster pictures and type a few words (once again referring to Truman Capote: “That’s not writing, that’s typing”).

Be still, my heart.

I begin with my favorite,  Nosferatu.  Full disclosure: I rarely watch the 1922 movie, because it is difficult to watch a silent movie and knit or crochet.  I hope I have not lost all horror cred with some of my readers.

Me neither, Dude!

This is what I should have led with!  I think the Monster says it all!

And I thought I had a dirty job!

Here is a nice atmospheric shot.  Check out the ghoul on the right!  Who’s he?

This is what I need!

No, here is the picture I should have led with: The Brain From Planet Arous.  Regular readers know I like to share this guy when I feel I have no brain myself.

So it seems today is long on pictures and short on words.  This is because, as I just mentioned, I am short on brains.  These things happen.  I’ll try for something better on Tired Tuesday.

 

Media Library, Can You Help Me Now?

Hello, and welcome to another Slacker Saturday.  The only remotely useful thing I did today was a run of just over an hour.  I went on to feel discouraged as I got on Facebook to see numerous posts by people who had run their Virtual Boilermaker 15K, most of them in well under two hours.  Of course I was happy for and impressed by these people.  But I feel… unworthy.

My plan is to run the mini maker at Copper City Brewing in Rome next Sunday.  I hope they are not too impatient with me.  I rear I will be an elephant amongst gazelles.

But never mind my running problems.  I need to make a blog post, and I have done very little that is blog-worthy today.  Yes, I suppose I could do another Running Commentary Post.  Only I really do not feel like revisiting this morning’s thunk-fest.

My favorite!

When in doubt, throw in a picture.  I did not include Nosferatu in my Non-Sequitur Thursday Post,  but I noticed him in my Media Library just now and said, “Ooh!”

Now some people may say that if a blogger has not much to say, she might like to refrain from making a blog post that day.  I found a pat answer for that, also in my Media Library:

Kafka knew from insanity.

That is my problem!  I am not writing enough!  I know, some of you are looking at this post and quoting Truman Capote: “That’s not writing,  that’s typing.”  How literary of you.

Is this the monster Kafka was talking about?

Writing or typing, I am over 250 words.  I call that respectable.  Happy Saturday,  my friends!

 

Fat Finger on Slacker Saturday

I had a bad bout of vertigo today and did not get much done.  I am feeling a little better now and want to make my blog post.  Unfortunately I am too lazy to sit up at the laptop and ten-finger type, and I cannot find a stylus.  Hence, my headline.

And halfway through typing that paragraph, my darling husband Steven found a pen with a stylus on his coffee table.  This is still typing not writing, as Truman Capote once said, but at least I might have fewer typos.

Regular readers will understand that I want to make a post every day, even when I do not have much of substance to say.  I started to say “feel compelled to” instead of “want to” but decided to for once be less dramatic.

I guess I am still feeling a bit lightheaded, but at least I feel better than I did earlier.  The one good thing was, I went running as soon as I got out of bed.  My first run in almost a week, and it went pretty well.  I wrote two note cards (I am just about out of post cards), which I put put on the mail box. Steven and I had a pleasant interlude sitting on the front porch, and I watched a DVR’d episode of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 which had me laughing out loud.

And that was my day.  Ah, one thing I did not mention was that I worked for a while on my new novel, which is still in the organizational stages.  I kind of hate to mention it, because I am afraid of jinxing myself. But I thought some people might like to know.

As usual, I apologize for the dull post.  Also as usual, I will try to do better tomorrow.  I am hoping the room will stop spinning.

 

Ah Truman, You Were Right

I tried, I really tried to make my Saturday blog post on Saturday.  I wrote this much:

It is way past the time I usually make a blog post, and past my usual bedtime as well.  I went to a fundraiser for Team Rebecca of America’s Greatest Heart Run and Walk. We danced our butts off to our favorite local band, The Posers.  Now I am tired.

I wish I had some pictures to share, but I did not bring my Tablet.  I knew I would want to dance a lot and did not want to worry about leaving a device unattended.

Oh dear, I don’t know that I can make a full blog post now.  I am SO ready for bed.  Additionally,  I did not do much of anything else today so cannot make a Scattered Saturday post.  What the hell, me?

And that was as far as I got. As Truman Capote once said, that’s not writing, that’s typing.  Anyways, I realized it was after midnight so I would be making Saturday’s post on Sunday anyways, so there you have it. I am out of bed much later than usual, even for a Sunday, and I have a full day of chores ahead of me.  Will I do them all?  Will I do any of them?  A little suspense adds adds interest to my day.

In the meantime,  I am going to call this a Slacker Saturday post and drive on.  I shall drink some more coffee, and I hope you are all having a delightful weekend.

 

Oh Crap! I Hit Publish Before I Thought up a Title!

I have waited till too late on a Saturday night to make anything but a short, foolish Scattered Saturday post.  Of course, it is not that late an hour for most people; 8:13 p.m. used to feel fairly early for me, too.  However, I have been up since 5:30 a.m., which, regular readers may recall, is sleeping in for me.

Where was I?  Ah yes, nowhere in particular.  I went for a pretty good run this morning, in spite of 10 degree weather (according to the blinky sign in front of Trinity Lutheran Church on German Street). I felt sufficiently bad-ass about that.  Full Disclosure: it was not a bad run at all; I wore sufficient layers that only my face was cold.

Later in the day, Kim, Steven and I went to Meeples Mug House in Little Falls for Brainstorming the Bard, an event for LiFT, the Little Falls Theatre Company.  We aim to bring summer Shakespeare back to the Little Falls area.  More about that endeavor soon!

One of my favorite spots!

The weather was rather frightful, so our event was not as well attended as we had hoped.  Also, after we met, we did not go out to dinner as I had wanted to.  Going home was the more sensible choice.

Of course I relaxed once I was home.

I took this picture to send to Kim, because she gave me the socks and I was not sure she had noticed I was wearing them.  She had noticed.

Back home, I cooked baked macaroni and cheese.  Steven and I watched a Svengoolie we had DVR’d, and now I am listening to Snapped while I type this (as Truman Capote once said, that’s not writing, that’s typing).

Now I am up to date and over 250 words.  Happy Saturday,  everyone!

 

Pre-Rehearsal Tired Typing

Tired Tuesday follows Monster Monday. This has happened before.  I quite frankly can’t BELIEVE how tired I am!!!  But I must, must, must make a blog post, or I will once again be two posts behind.  Think fast, Cindy, what can you type about (because obviously I am too tired to actually write) (that’s a reference to Truman Capote: “That’s not writing; that’s typing”) (but regular readers knew that).  Where was I?

Last night we had rehearsal for Morning’s at Seven, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre.  I did not know all my lines.  I’m usually so good at learning them!  I am also usually better at having a character and, you know, acting.  Well, one does what one can.  I looked over my lines during breaks at work.  I thought about my character while working (I have the sort of job you can do and think about other stuff at the same time).  I will strive to do better at rehearsal tonight.  Tomorrow, when I do not have rehearsal, I will study my lines and go to bed early.  After making a blog post which I hope will NOT be a Wuss-out Wednesday, but no promises.

In the meantime, I had better catch a second wind before rehearsal. It is too late for coffee, or I’ll never sleep after rehearsal.  Maybe chocolate milk would do the trick.  Or I could put on some peppy music and dance around the living room.  That would have the added bonus of entertaining my husband.  Perhaps I can report on my success or failure tomorrow.