Holy Crap, It’s Friday the 13th.

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It’s no secret that Friday the 13th holds special meaning to any and all horror movie buffs.  It’s like an exciting mini-Halloween, which is another special day for those of us that not only love scary movies, but haunted houses, trails, hayrides and really anything of the haunted nature and the acceptableness* to scare unsuspecting friends and small children.  This Friday the 13th just happens to be a very convenient prelude to Halloween itself, which is only a mere 48 days away.  I’m so excited I could pee.

But, (now I’m gonna’ drop a little history on you…)

The origins of the date (and by origins, I mean the first known mention of it in writing according to my quasi-research on the interwebs) go back about 200 years when it was decided to be an unlucky day.

Why, you ask?

Well, in Italian culture, Friday has always been thought of as an unlucky day.  It’s also specifically noted in The Canterbury Tales** as being an unlucky day to take trips to Niagara Falls or balance your checkbook (people still do this, yes?).

And, we all know, no matter what culture you’ve derived from, the number 13 is just evil, evil, evil.  All you triskaidekaphobians out there know what I’m talkin’ about…

That being said, Friday the 13th???  Holy Schnikes***, people!  Stay inside.  Don’t go anywhere today and most certainly not tonight.  It’s just too dangerous.

But we all know that luck and unluck only effect the superstitious, right?

…right?

Well, I’m here to say that I’ve walked underneath ladders way too many times to count and not only am I still standing, but my luck is just as crappy as it was before.  I hope that makes you feel better, it sure works for me.

Happy Friday the 13th, folks!  Bring on the black cats, broken mirrors and a baker’s dozen of anything delicious.

Cheers.

Crude excuses for footnotes:

*Real word?  Absolutely.  **Written in the 14th Century aka a really freakin’ long time ago…  ***If you don’t know what movie this is from, please stop reading, find out what movie it is, watch it, and come back after you’ve done so.

Here is a poster that is mildly related to this:

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Arrested Development.

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I don’t know about you, but I just can’t get enough and we here at Le Monkey House couldn’t be more stoked that Netflix took the show under it’s wing and brought us more of the unbelievably dysfunctional Bluth family.

That being said, we would also like to take this time to thank Netflix for having better shows than most cable channels.  (House of Cards, Orange is the New Black, Lilyhammer…)  I mean, consider the game “upped.”  I can only hope that cable takes the hint and gets a little more selective about what they put on air.  I’m also certain that some shows could only make it to television by accident.

Let me explain:  So maybe when someone sent in a reel of their overweight child in a beauty pageant saying “hilarious” things and being sassy, an intern (whom should be fired) mixed the tape up with the one sent in about the 12-year old that got accepted to Harvard.  By the time any one noticed the mishap, it was too late…

I’m fairly certain I don’t need to argue the fact that reality television needs to die a swift and painful death.  If I hear one more “desperate housewife” (or husband for that matter) yukking it up in the line at Safeway about how “That Chloe Kardashian is a real firecracker” I’m going to throw myself them into oncoming traffic.

I know that sounds drastic, but it would be a much less painful way to go than to sit around and wait for all of our children to turn into Honey Boo Boo and their parents aspiring to be on the Real Housewives to show the world “how they do it in the _________ house.”

Stop it.

That, kids, is what is referred to as a “tangent.”

REMEMBER:

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