Yesterday was Friday the 13th and everything went smashingly well -- just as I knew it would. Thumbing one's nose at supposed unlucky events, symbols, objects, etc., ensures the best luck you can get. I'm not sure whether it's sympathetic magic or the antithesis of same. I don't care. I never argue with anything that works. That would be pretty damned stupid.
I have no kind words whatsoever for stupid. I've about had it up to here with the stupid that I see here, there, and yonder. And yet, stupid proliferates. If WMD proliferated half as fast, there'd be another war -- and damn well justified for a change. When Stupid #1 takes on Stupid #2 and both dig in their heels and demand the right to be as stupid as they wanna be (and -- and beg sympathy for it), great balls of fire, somebody with at least double-digit IQ points ought to zap them both. I suppose that, like the poor, the stupid will always be with us. I wonder whether sympathetic magic would work on the stupid?
So, what are you doing with your Saturday? Working? Vegetating? Having some fun? I might clean my house today. Heh. Wouldn't that be something?
Not to be morbid, but if you're interested in knowing how much your carcass will be worth, you can find out over at Camille Alexa's.
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