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Friday Five / Have A Lucky Day Friday, Feb. 13, 2004 - 1:09 a.m. This week's Friday Five: (Questions are boldface, my answers appear beneath.) A: I don't know. If religion equals superstition, then I suppose so. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition? A: I guess when sports figures don't bathe or shave or whatever during playoffs, that probably smells extreme after awhile. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition? A: I like throwing salt, and I like the one where you say 'bread and butter' when you're walking with somebody and are briefly separated by a tree or a bicyclist or whatever. I never actually say 'bread and butter', though; I'll say something obtuse like 'archy and mehitabel' or something just plain icky like 'cornflakes and mustard'. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a A: I knock on wood. Although I have many magickal things in my possession. Most recently a game token, but other things include a marble of the earth, and some very cool rocks given to me late last summer. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not? A: No, because I'm an Aries and we're just too skeptical to believe in such things. :-)
--- Okay. Now, if you wanna play Friday Five, go here. --- This fine fellow looks like he has life all figured out. Go ahead and poke around at his site for awhile. There's even some erotic pictures of him. One request, though -- after seeing the erotic pictures, please do not go over to a corner somewhere and gargle Drano, or dig your eyes out with a pickle fork. Some things really aren't worth it. --- Once you recover from the aformentioned site, your assignment today, my readers, is to find and do something that makes you feel lucky. Or even better, do something allegedly unlucky and watch nothing happen. Walk under a ladder. Light three on a match. Read the part of Tom Sawyer where Tom and Huck are in the graveyard and talking about incantations. Look at all of the weird groovy shit on the back of a dollar bill. Happy Friday the Thirteenth, folks. Triskaidekaphobes and Triskaidekaphiles, embrace the day. ---
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