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Numbers make the world go round1, and the number thirteen is of particular note for it's unluckiness.
Now, I'm not sure if it got kicked as a kid or kept falling off of walls or something, but whatever thirteen got up to it's left a legacy of reference to it that means it's been tarred and feathered with the mark of bad karma, luck or pot noodles - take your pick.
Friday the 13th thanks to a certain film franchise is itself seen as particularly bad, but why? Ignoring the hapless victimisation of thirteen for a moment (give the poor thing a rest you heartless brutes) lets instead vent our hokey superstition at the days of the week; now Friday, if anything, should be the day for saying "Huzah" as the weekly grind ends and the weekend looms inviting before us like a giant chocolate cake.
Mmmmm chocolate.
But Why Monday? I say Wednesday 13th (Incidentally, yesterday, oooOOOOOooooo2) should be the nasty day of the week, well, the hokey ultra bad day anyway.
"But Why?" You say. (I have borrowed one of those alien mind control devices and can read your brain and no, you do not need another cup of coffee)
"Well now," I reply conversationally, whilst leaning against a wall in a casual manner and lifting a cigarillo holder to my mouth for effect as much as anything else, "you see Monday, the traditionally considered day of badness is not altogether so bad?"
"Why is this?"
"Well, let us first abandon this quasi conversation style and I will tell you."
"Sure."
Monday you see, still has something going for it, bare with me here, Monday has the memories of the past weekend to prop you up, the possibility of jawing with co-workers about this film, that football match or that vat of custard you finally got to swim in.
So Monday itself isn't that bad, I think.
Now, Tuesday, Tuesday still has a vague hint of Monday to it, you can still drag up a bit of conversation but by the time you've reached Wednesday you're equidistant from both prior and coming weekends and the mid-week malaise has set in like a three inch icing on a stale old cake.
Thus Wednesday should be the day of doom and despair, not Friday, let Friday rejoice for today we poke Wednesday with sticks and waggle our fingers at it from our ears in comedy fashion.
1 Actually, current best guess is a heady cocktail of mass, inertia, gravity, dark matter and alien mind control devices, but that's no way near catchy enough.
2 Spooky noises licensed by an authorised dealer.
Now, I'm not sure if it got kicked as a kid or kept falling off of walls or something, but whatever thirteen got up to it's left a legacy of reference to it that means it's been tarred and feathered with the mark of bad karma, luck or pot noodles - take your pick.
Friday the 13th thanks to a certain film franchise is itself seen as particularly bad, but why? Ignoring the hapless victimisation of thirteen for a moment (give the poor thing a rest you heartless brutes) lets instead vent our hokey superstition at the days of the week; now Friday, if anything, should be the day for saying "Huzah" as the weekly grind ends and the weekend looms inviting before us like a giant chocolate cake.
Mmmmm chocolate.
But Why Monday? I say Wednesday 13th (Incidentally, yesterday, oooOOOOOooooo2) should be the nasty day of the week, well, the hokey ultra bad day anyway.
"But Why?" You say. (I have borrowed one of those alien mind control devices and can read your brain and no, you do not need another cup of coffee)
"Well now," I reply conversationally, whilst leaning against a wall in a casual manner and lifting a cigarillo holder to my mouth for effect as much as anything else, "you see Monday, the traditionally considered day of badness is not altogether so bad?"
"Why is this?"
"Well, let us first abandon this quasi conversation style and I will tell you."
"Sure."
Monday you see, still has something going for it, bare with me here, Monday has the memories of the past weekend to prop you up, the possibility of jawing with co-workers about this film, that football match or that vat of custard you finally got to swim in.
So Monday itself isn't that bad, I think.
Now, Tuesday, Tuesday still has a vague hint of Monday to it, you can still drag up a bit of conversation but by the time you've reached Wednesday you're equidistant from both prior and coming weekends and the mid-week malaise has set in like a three inch icing on a stale old cake.
Thus Wednesday should be the day of doom and despair, not Friday, let Friday rejoice for today we poke Wednesday with sticks and waggle our fingers at it from our ears in comedy fashion.
1 Actually, current best guess is a heady cocktail of mass, inertia, gravity, dark matter and alien mind control devices, but that's no way near catchy enough.
2 Spooky noises licensed by an authorised dealer.
