Friday 13th

SuperstitionToday is that most heinously scary of all days, Friday the 13th.  muahahHAHAHAHAAAAAA…or something.

I personally have never subscribed to the theory that a day can be scary in and of itself, unless of course you have decided to go naked skydiving into the Everglades…with a hanky for a parachute…blindfolded and sporting “All Crocodiles are Pussies” tattoos on your chest and arse cheeks whilst singing “See ya later alligator” over and over again.

For instance, and eschewing all fear, I have an important day today that might steer my next few years in Germany.  Did I shrink at the thought of doing it on Friday the 13th?  No, I positively welcomed it…to fly in the face of bad luck.  Or should that be to push my luck?  One of those anyway.

Of course, if it all goes wrong, I will completely embrace Friday the 13th and never leave the apartment again on such a day. Halloween will take on a whole new meaning and I will stop taking the piss out of random American women by standing behind them and whispering “Bloody Mary”.

Apparently, being scared of this day means you have paraskavedekatriaphobia (thanks Wikipedia), which sounds altogether too painful for me.  I love the breakdown though…it comes from the Greek words paraskevi (means Friday), dekatreís (means 13) and then you glue phobia to the end of it. Hey presto, you have FridayThirteenFear, and probably A Division by Zer0 visiting to correct me for daring to use anything Greek in the blog.  Noone really knows where it came from though.  I would hazard a guess and say that most people were brought up with the notion that 13 is unlucky….we don’t know why, but we accept it..but Friday??  Friday is the beginning of the weekend, how can that be unlucky?!?  Surely Monday the 13th is more terrifying…unlucky 13 and the first day back at work/school etc?

Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

Of course Friday the 13th brings out that time honoured British cliché “Lucky for some”.  That really takes the horoscope side of things doesn’t it.  Of course it will be lucky for some, in the same way that “Cancerians with heads may be forced to take nourishment today, you will read something, you may or may not meet someone and they may or may not like you” is a very accurate assessment of my day.

Also, I wrote this 2nd post for y’all today..which, depending on your view, will either confirm that today is unlucky or not.  Admittedly, it is 09:05 now and I realised it was Friday the 13th about five minutes ago…so thought I would knock something up honour the day in some way.

Back to the grind, try not to step on any black cats made out of broken mirrors if you can.

Emotional Geek?

Geek!Apparently…at least according to CW.

Ok, so I have a big computer system with dual screens and over 3 TB of data, a laptop next to my bed.  I write a blog (ok so write is a big statement, but you know what I mean).  I work in IT, have all sorts of other gadgets.  I used to game (and by used to, I mean up until a few months back).  Years ago I liked Role Playing Games, later I ran LAN parties…up until the break up I had a media center PC hooked up to the TV, the kids had a PC and Gamecube to use, the Ex had her own PC, there was also a PS2 and eventually a Wii.

So I may have a collection of over 400 DVDs and various *ahem* backups on my PC, still enjoy comic books (and make the distinction of calling them graphic novels)…I could go on, but I am pretty sure that I have covered the Geek thing.

That all said, this isn’t the reason for CW referring to me as an emotional Geek.  So what could it be? I hear you cry (I love the voices in my head sometimes)

Ok ok, so I love Liverpool Football Club…always have, always will.  It’s kind of a parental relationship at times..you know, the always love, but don’t always like kind of deal.  When I talk about the club, I talk about it with the sort of passion that suggests it is actually my team.  That is completely normal for most English football fans and I suspect for passionate football fans the world over.  I don’t recall what was said, but whilst referring to my beloved LFC I was called a Geek…

I very gently pointed out that a Football Geek would normally be a statto that keeps useless facts about every game hidden in the darkest depths of their mind…just to troll out at moments that people specifically designed to be impactive, accurate, articulate and cure insomnia.  I also pointed out that I am simply a passionate fan, and recounted the following story:-

The day after a particularly impressive victory by LFC, I was to be seen wearing my LFC shirt.  Anyone that knows me would tell you that this is not an unusual item of clothing for me to wear.  They would also tell you that I am more likely to wear the shirt following a loss.  Whilst I am in a shop, random guy x walks up to me and proceeds to tell me that I am a “Typical Liverpool Fan”, and that I am only wearing the shirt because Liverpool won.  I respond by lifting the sleeve of my top, I then point at the LFC tattoo on my shoulder and say “I am always wearing them mate…win, lose or draw”.  This gentleman of questionable team loyalty (for he did not show any tattoo) was at a loss as to how he should respond, and simply walked away.

When I finish regailing this (miraculously) short story, CW looks at me and says:

“Ok, you aren’t a typical Geek..you are an emotional Geek”

Damnit