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rolanniThe morning DJ on WABK reported that he'd gotten a call from a listener, asking him not to "make fun" of Friday the 13th. Apparently, it was. . .irritating enough that he felt compelled to answer on the air, to wit: "I'm not making fun of it; I'm taking the opposite view." And went on to say that Friday the 13th was just like any other day, when he was grateful to be alive; that he knew there were some superstitious people out there who "take Friday the 13th very seriously," but to him -- just another day.
Myself, I like Friday the 13th, and have since a child. Another aspect of my contrarian nature; part and parcel with my tendency to wear any color but green on Saint Patrick's Day. I am not afraid of black cats, and while I admit that walking under ladders is often a risky enterprise -- for purely practical considerations up to and including paint on my good jacket -- I don't consider the ladder itself "bad luck." Mind you, I believe in "luck" -- which is to say that I believe in random event, but "good" and "bad" as concepts are 'way too subjective to apply to such things.
So today, after work, a visit to the vampires (who I hope have better sense than to have interviews with people who have survived attacks by bears on the ubiquitous and irritating TV), then a meet-up with Steve to do some Serious and long-overdue grocery shopping. At home, the filing is almost done; the big pile has been vanquished; all that remains is a smear of receipts and oddities across the top of the bookshelf. Among those oddities is the working file for Mouse and Dragon, which was largely written by hand -- several yellow pads sacrificed to that cause, and the usual scribbled notes on odd bits of paper. Guess I'll keep those, at least until the copy editor gets through with us.
Myself, I like Friday the 13th, and have since a child. Another aspect of my contrarian nature; part and parcel with my tendency to wear any color but green on Saint Patrick's Day. I am not afraid of black cats, and while I admit that walking under ladders is often a risky enterprise -- for purely practical considerations up to and including paint on my good jacket -- I don't consider the ladder itself "bad luck." Mind you, I believe in "luck" -- which is to say that I believe in random event, but "good" and "bad" as concepts are 'way too subjective to apply to such things.
So today, after work, a visit to the vampires (who I hope have better sense than to have interviews with people who have survived attacks by bears on the ubiquitous and irritating TV), then a meet-up with Steve to do some Serious and long-overdue grocery shopping. At home, the filing is almost done; the big pile has been vanquished; all that remains is a smear of receipts and oddities across the top of the bookshelf. Among those oddities is the working file for Mouse and Dragon, which was largely written by hand -- several yellow pads sacrificed to that cause, and the usual scribbled notes on odd bits of paper. Guess I'll keep those, at least until the copy editor gets through with us.
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Date: 2009-11-13 03:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-11-13 08:38 pm (UTC)Depending on the month, it might have made the next payperiod a little longer, but that Friday was a bright spot.
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Date: 2009-11-14 06:04 pm (UTC)Had my mother not been born...
Laura J. Underwood