Triskaidekaphobia is fear of the number 13. It is theorized that it originated from the fact that Judas was the 13th apostle. According to Wiki, fear of Friday the 13th is covered by two terms: paraskevidekatriaphobia and friggatriskaidekaphobia. I doubt I'll ever use either in a novel or short story. They're great space eaters for a blog, however.
As I was taking my morning walk in the sub-zero windchill, a song popped into my head, perfectly logical given the circumstances: Reasons To Be Cheerful Part 3 by Ian Dury and the Blockheads. I just looked up the lyrics, a lot of which would be unfamiliar to folks outside the UK. One phrase has always baffled me: "...Woody Allen, Dali, Domitrie and Pascale/ Balla, balla, balla and Volare..." I'd still swear he is saying something like: "...and the palla-palla-palla-kalime." I believe the band was the first to introduce me to the phrase: Sex and Drugs and Rock n Roll, the title of their other club hit, although I do remember a female paraprofessional at John Dewey H.S. using it too. Which actually was first, I'll never know, but it's a dead-on subtitle for my rock n roll epic, Rising Star.
My buddy Bags mentioned how satisfied he was with Avast PC protection, which he downloaded free. I ran a search on it the other day and it came up with three options, none free. I was immediately suspicious, wary that the worms that have entered my system had diverted me to a trap. This morning I decided to look for virus extractors at Amazon, and the first one that came up was Avast, offered for free. It also installed Google Chrome on my machine. I will try it later. Right now I'm not sure if the pop ups problem has been resolved or reduced, but at least I was able to add my latest book to my Amazon author page, access to which was blocked yesterday. There has been progress.
Funny how things happen. I'd just finished warming up a handicapped friend's car and was on my way to the library when Occupy Jack emerged from the corner deli, calling my name, which Madeline, passing nearby, heard. "Victor!" she called. She had a bunch of books in her cart. Why she would think I'd be selling on such a frigid day is beyond me. I was glad to relieve her of them, even though I had to make a detour to my car. I later brought them to the apartment. Everyone is marketable. Thanks, madam.
Vic's 5th Novel: http://tinyurl.com/okxkwh5Vic's 4th novel: tinyurl.com/bszwlxh
Vic's 3rd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic's Short Story on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/k95k3nx
Vic's Short Story Collection: http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic's 2nd Novel: http://tiny.cc/0iHLb Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/kx3d3uf
Vic's 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/rP7o9
Vic's Short Story Collection: http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic's 2nd Novel: http://tiny.cc/0iHLb Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/kx3d3uf
Vic's 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/rP7o9
Vic's Rom-Com Screenplay: http://tinyurl.com/kny5llp
Vic's Horror Screenplay: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3f
Vic's Blog: http://vicfortezza.blogspot.com/
Vic's Web Site: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
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