Tomorrow was supposed to be Friday the Thirteenth. I’m pleased to hear it won’t be.
I’m not superstitious at all (except for seeing a rainbow; you know good things are going to happen when you see a rainbow). Yet, I felt relief when the current POTUS announced he’d signed an executive order abolishing Friday the Thirteenth.
“Americans have enough to worry about in this great country without dealing with an unlucky day. I mean, did you see that movie? Was that scary or what? Am I right?” he tweeted early this morning.
His second tweet continued, “That movie isn’t good enough to have a day named after it. Just another example of Hollywood liberals dictating to the rest of the country. SHAME!”
His final tweet said, “Hollywood is a horror movie we don’t need! Enough horror! Wasn’t the Obama administration enough? LOSERS!”
According to the White House press corpse, “People should not refer to it as Friday the thirteenth. Not every day needs a date, you know. What good do dates do? If they need a date, they can call it October twelve and a half. That’s what we’re doing on all official correspondence.”
The President later said, “This change will be like plutonium for the economy. Sales have always been down on Friday the thirteenth because people have been afraid to go to work or shop. A lot of them don’t even eat. Don’t even drink. Don’t drink nothing. Not even water. Just stay in bed all day. So this change will mean a lot to businesses. It’ll supercharge sales. It’s gonna be huge. It’ll be a beautiful day, beautiful.”
I heard today’s song yesterday and started laughing in memory.
The song is “Animal,” by Def Leopard. One line is, “I got this feeling in my blood.” A friend told me years ago, “For the longest time, I thought they were singing, “I got this feeling in my butt.” I couldn’t figure out why they had a feeling in their butt, or why they were singing about it.”
Ah, a classic mondegreen, but if you casually listen, you might hear it, too.
Felinality Disorder (catfinition): A form of species dysphoria, felinality disorder is a highly variable Human personality issue characterized by people behaving like cats. As in many disorders, F.D. has a spectrum of featured behavior. On the “mild” end, people will roleplay like a cat, or get down on the floor or another surface and behave like a cat to play with them, comfort them, or encourage the cat to eat. In more extreme cases, people will groom, eat, and sleep like cats without interruption, regardless of whether cats are present in the household, communicating with others through growls, hisses, meows, and purrs.
When it comes down to it, I’m just another empty vessel, trying to find the source.