Happy Friday everyone, and congratulations on making it through another week. Yes, I know that not all of you are in my time zone, and that where you live it may not actually be Friday anymore/yet/ever. Thatâ€™s okay. I am confident that anyone with the intelligence and good taste to discover the Comma from the disadvantage of a foreign culture will also be up to the task of making it through one more day.
Most people are unaware that Friday was actually named for Frida Kahlo…who made a name for herself by painting peopleâ€™s internal organs floating outside their bodies
I love Fridays. I really love them. In fact I have taken it upon myself to be the official Friday spokesmen and director of promotions. Whenever I find people in distress, I remind them of the upcoming Friday; whenever I find people bored or longing for education, I like to share little known Friday facts. For example, most people are unaware that this twenty-four hour period we call Friday was actually named for Frida Kahlo, the late monobrowed artist who made a name for herself by painting peopleâ€™s internal organs floating outside their bodies. I wonâ€™t go into all the details of how the citizens of ancient times named a day of the week after a modern artist, but letâ€™s just say that there is a very good reason why art students are not allowed access to time machines.
Despite itâ€™s unusual name, Fridays are my favorite. They always come packed with hope and the promise of two days rest. Not every weekend lives up to this lofty expectation, but I can never bring myself to fault Friday for any failings that Saturday or Sunday might bring. Friday gets credit for the imminent weekend just as Monday gets the blame for its expiration. I know itâ€™s not fair, but that does nothing to change my high opinion of Fridays.
I love Fridays so much that I have even started referring to Thursdays as â€œFriday Eve,â€ which seems to really confuse people.
Me: “Happy Friday Eve!”
Confused Bystander: â€œBut itâ€™s not Friday.â€
CB: â€œItâ€™s not even nighttime.â€
Me: â€œAlso correct.â€
CB: â€œDid you take your Lithium today?â€
Then I joyfully explain that just as the entire day before Christmas is known as Christmas Eve, in the same way the day before Friday can be referred to as Friday Eve.
This is usually enough to end any conversation.1
You might think that it would be easy to be an ambassador for a day as already highly regarded as Friday, but as you can see, it is often hard and thankless work. There are no commissions, no corporate sponsors, not even a catchy slogan.
Only the pride of a job well done.
This article brought to you by the Friday Preservation Society,
As long as there are Mondays, weâ€™ll be working on a cure.
- Although it might seem strange to the readers of this publication, the skills of philosophical wordplay are just not valued by our society to the same extent as other talents, such as basketball, tax preparation, or even janitorial proficiency. I am told that at one time a good story could earn the teller food and shelter for the night. The most mine have ever earned me are funny looks and furious whispers at work. Apparently, the diaper of Time was full and had to be changed. ↩
Hey, maybe you should open a restaurant called TGIF?
Quote from rjlight: “Hey, maybe you should open a restaurant called TGIF?”
Really! Must you!!!
This is certainly Eddie Larry’s crowd. Read the article – if you must comment – really!!!
The restaurant should be “TGIFE”!!!
Farnsworth! nock it off. Lay off my folks here – I warned you. I’m goin to set that killer possum on you again.
I think there is a joint called TGIF already, seems like I saw one – realy fancy “Farnsworth” type place. Put beer in glasses and stuff. Don’t know if they get it from Walmart though. So you go for it.
Eddie Larry Farnum
I learned more from this one post than I did listening to Beyonce’s entire ALBUM.
Funny stuff, dude. Was Monday named after Piet Mondrian? Stupid colored shape day.
Frankly, Mondrian didn’t rate a day of his own, but his work was deeply influenced by the square symmetry of the calendar itself, with the red letter days giving particular artistic inspiration.
The thought police have detected in this thread an apparent attempt to turn â€œFridayâ€ into a holiday.
It is our responsibility to warn you that if you proceed you must document that this so called holiday is not in response to some â€œreligiousâ€ event.
Of course we at Thought police HQ believe in complete religious freedom. We know that the only way to guarantee this freedom is to eliminate all discourse about religion anywhere anytime. (See regulation 15.5 paragraph 7)
However if this â€œholidayâ€ can be traced back to Scientology, you are exempt as this would fall under the â€œFairy Taleâ€ clause (See regulation 73.2 paragraph 3)
(Please note when consulting the manual for compliance . If your manual was published before 1990 you need substitute the word â€œLeprechaun â€ with â€œTom Cruiseâ€
The Thought Police
I would absolutely eat at TGIFE.
Well said Lynn,
I see that all are not Eddie Larry’s crowd then. Champagne and Caviar shall be served at TGIFE!
(But then this might qualify it as a religious event)
Perhaps the good Dr. T could have a room in the back – kind of like the mob does. A place where he can play that necktie thing on underlings who don’t do waht is asked. I see possibilities here.
We of the Comma community are honored by the presence of the Thought police. We have prepared a special reception for your entire squad in the back room.
Don’t forget your neckties, we have a dress code.
I would not argue with eating being a religious event!