Paraskevidekatriaphobics, is the word for people that live in fear of Friday the 13^th.  The day of course, not the movie.  People that fear the movie are called “people with good taste.”  Mostly the whole Friday the 13^th is just a silly superstition.  For me it’s a legitimate fear.  My oldest sister was born on a Friday the 13^th (in the Paleozoic era) and proceeded to make my childhood a Screaming Nightmare on Freddy Kruger street.

• When I’m out on the golf course I expect to shoot and eight on a par four hole.  I really doubt that Michelle Wie woke up yesterday thinking she might do it at the Samsung tourney.  Even the guys over at the Bad Golf Blog would be embarrassed over a whiff and a shot off the cart path on the same hole.  This is what pushing your kid too hard too early can lead to.
• I always said that Minnie was fucking goofy, but I wasn’t speaking in the literal sense.  Looks like Goofy will hump anything furry that moves.
• I hate Carlos Beltran.
• Anyone got the over/under on when tear gas gets used at Gallaudet?  Who’s going to be the first prick to say that the students never heard it coming?  Wait, that would be me.  Sorry.
• She had heroin in her taco.  Insert your own vulgarity here.

Avoid ladders, black cats, my sister and you’ll have a great day.  I’m going to spend the rest of the day under my keyboard.