Archive for the ‘Friday’ Category

Thought For The Day

November 25, 2005

Time does not exist.

It is simply a concept invented by Man to make Friday afternoons unbearable.


October 20, 2005

On a Thursday, it’s easy to become just slightly down because of the anticipation of the upcoming Friday. In times such as these, it is beneficial to ponder deeply the splendor of a well arranged marimba solo.

Oh, Happy Day!

July 15, 2005

It’s Friday, my favourite day. For more of my feelings on Friday please see “An Open Letter To Friday”, or don’t. I already read it, so what do I care?

Last day before vacation. This cannot be put into words, but would best be expressed as a Bob Fosse dance number, including white gloves and jazz hands. A full brass section would be nice, and perhaps children tossing flower petals to the wind. Some young lovers staring at each other whistfully in front of a huge grapefruit moon. A frog dancing with a bamboo cane. A comedy act including a real cream pie, not just a pie-plate filled with whip-cream. Violins at the end swelling into something ear-splittingly heartbreaking yet wondrous.

In short, nothing spectacular, but devilishly grandiose nonetheless.


Hail Eris All Hail Discordia

An Open Letter To Friday

July 8, 2005

Friday, I love you . . . There’s an attractiveness to the weekend, sure, but your beauty hides within the fact that you are pregnant with the weekend’s potential. I hear, Friday, that you were pretty much maligned and slandered up until about a hundred years ago, being though to be unlucky . . . You and I should both thank that infamous Friday Club for working to get Saturday as a national holiday so that you could be something to look forward to, instead of dread.

But, my dear Friday, why is it that no matter how much fun and frivolity your evening is full of that your afternoon is always fraught with such insanity? I haven’t sat through a Friday afternoon in months that wasn’t filled with some manner of madness (and not the fun kind). I won’t let it effect my opinion of you though, Friday, I know there is only so much you can do.

Can you try to talk to your friends Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, for me sometime? They could learn a lot from you and your relaxed attitude. Thursday seems to be catching on a bit in recent times, but still has a long way to go, and the other three are sort of hopeless. It’s sad . . . see what you can do.

In closing, let me just restate how much you mean to me, Friday. All week I look forward to your appearance, and toward the end of your night I feel a slight pang of sadness knowing that you will be gone soon and all I will have is the weekend, instead of the potential of an entire weekend. Don’t let the Friday the 13th people get you down, between you and me, I don’t know a single person who actually considers the day unlucky. So there.

TGIF, yes, I said it.

You know who else loves Friday? Eris Nancy Discordia.

Yep, she TOLD me so.

Do you believe THAT?

Hail Eris!


May 13, 2005

Not sure how many different ways I can write “I love Friday” – TGIF does not do it justice. Let me try . . . Friday, I LOVES YA BABY! I loves ya! You look scrumptious in those pants, don’t let anyone tell you different . . . makes your ass look like a ripe onion. Whatever that means.

Plus, today is Friday the 13th – that’s twice as lucky.

Anyway, tonight I will run over the Mobius Strip plans with some of my cohorts through a fog of booze, and pull some others -who didn’t attend the meeting- up to speed . . .

Come Monday the new website should be up and we are off and running . . .

Until then, Hail Eris!