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Friggatriskaidekaphobia – Fear of Friday the 13th

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Friggatriskaidekaphobia is a fear, or phobia, of the combination of Friday and the 13th day of a month. The phobia’s name origins include ‘Frigga’ being the name of the Norse goddess after whom ‘Friday’ is named in English, and ‘triskaidekaphobia’ being a fear of the number 13. It’s roots date back to very ancient myths in Norse, Babylonian, Roman and Christian history.

The Norse myth is about 12 gods having a dinner party at Valhalla, their heaven. In walked the uninvited 13th guest, the mischievous Loki. Once there, Loki arranged for Hoder, the blind god of darkness, to shoot Balder the Beautiful, the god of joy and gladness, with a mistletoe-tipped arrow.

Balder died and the whole Earth got dark. The whole Earth mourned. It was a bad, unlucky day,” explained Dossey, a folklore historian and author of “Holiday Folklore, Phobias and Fun”. From that moment on, the number 13 has been considered ominous and foreboding.

Babylon’s ancient Code of Hammurabi purposely omits the number 13 in its list of laws.Meanwhile, in ancient Rome, witches reportedly gathered in groups of 12. The 13th was believed to be the devil.

There is also a biblical reference to the unlucky number 13. Judas, the apostle who betrayed Jesus, was the 13th guest to the Last Supper. As for Friday, it is well known among Christians as the day Jesus was crucified. Some biblical scholars believe Eve tempted Adam with the forbidden fruit on Friday. Perhaps most significant is a belief that Abel was slain by Cain on Friday the 13th.

As to the fearful connotations with the number 13; numerologists consider 12 a “complete” number. There are 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles of Jesus. As the number 13 is just beyond 12, it is “out of bounds” of the normal.

This fear of the number 13 is not bound by international boundaries; according to experts, more than 80 percent of high-rises lack a 13th floor. Many airports skip the 13th gate. Hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13.

On streets in Florence, Italy, the house between number 12 and 14 is addressed as 12 and a half. In France socialites known as the quatorziens (fourteeners) once made themselves available as 14th guests to keep a dinner party from an unlucky fate.

Many triskaidekaphobes, as those who fear the unlucky integer are known, point to the ill-fated mission to the moon, Apollo 13. On April 13th, two days after the start of the mission, an oxygen tank exploded leaving the astronauts fighting for survival.

Then came Jason. In 1980, the popular horror movie “Friday the 13th” was released (tagline: “Fridays will never be the same again”), a slasher flick about a series of murders at a summer camp. Apparently Jason, born on Friday the 13th, chooses that date to take revenge on oversexed campers much like the ones who allowed him to drown in Crystal Lake. Friday the 13th grossed almost $40 million at the box office and inspired a long-running franchise.

Friggatriskaidekaphobia is still very much alive — to this day, the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute estimates that $700-$800 million dollars are lost every Friday the 13th because of people’s refusal to travel or fly, purchase major items, close a business deal on this date, while others refuse to conduct business or even leave the house.

And how will *you* deal with Friday the 13th?

Condom Truck Tips, Spills Load

Apparently the load was spilled after a condom-toting truck jackknifed after nailing another big rig in the back. Let this be a warning to all you truck drivers – Keep your rigs straight or you’ll blow your load.

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Tue, June 27, 2006
Condom Truck Tips, Spills Load
By April Kemick, Sun Media

LONDON, Ont. — The rubber truly hit the road yesterday when two tractor-trailers collided on Hwy. 401 near Ingersoll. One, carrying thousands of condoms, jackknifed and flipped onto its side, blocking the 401’s east lanes and snarling traffic for hours.

The driver and passenger of that rig — police said it was hauling 250 kilos of prophylactics — were taken to hospital for minor injuries, said OPP Const. Laurie Hawkins. The driver of the other transport, which stayed upright, was unhurt.

Hawkins said it wasn’t clear what caused the crash after 2 p.m. Preliminary investigation indicated the condom-filled truck was headed east behind the other rig when the first driver slammed on the brakes.

The driver of the condom truck also tried to brake, but swiped the back of the other rig, with the truck jackknifing and landing on its side. Airbags were placed under the condom truck to right it.

Back home again!

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Well, I’m back home again after my trip to the Maritimes…

I’m still not even all unpacked, so much to catch up on, so much to blog about… Just a quick blog note to let my regular readers know that I haven’t forgotten them, just been so incredibly busy these past few weeks.

Will try to catch up on my blogging as things get a little more back to my routine….

Oh, and I plan on attending Club Sin’s Fetish Friday event on August 5th — anyone else up for it? Drop me an email, or post a comment, so I know who to look out for!

~ Mistress Jade

Annual PowWow Trip

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It’s been a very hectic two weeks… I had to prepare and pack for another trip to the Maritimes — and with a non-functioning air conditioner in the main living area of the house, it was extremely muggy and exhausting.

I left around 4 am Wednesday morning (July 13th), and at least that meant that it was marginally cool driving, since the air conditioner in the car was on the fritz again. The dealer had refilled it with coolant and added a tagger to trace the leak, and sure enough, it had started leaking again — so no more A/C on the drive down. Starting around the New Brunswick border, it rained off an on for the rest of the drive to Miramichi. Luckily, I had replaced my wipers while I stopped in Edmunston, as during the drive through the desolate Plaster Rock park, it rained extremely heavily. There is almost no shoulder on that back road, and very few places safe enough to pull over, so it was actually safer to keep on driving, albeit a very slow 50-70 km. The rain was so loud pouring down that I had to have the sound system blaring just to hear the music over the rain hitting the car’s exterior!

I arrived in Miramichi around 8pm Thursday the 14th, and dropped into my Aunt and Uncle’s place to see if anyone was home. No one there. Ok, off to the powwow grounds to find a good spot and at least set up my screen tent. Figures, it rains again while I am trying to put it up, but some very friendly neighbours helped me to get it up quite quickly. I also added the side tarps, to protect the interior from rain, so the ground wouldn’t be soaked the next day and I could put down my ground sheet. Finished up just as the last of the daylight was going and drove over to my relatives and spent the night recuperating from the long drive.

Next day I slept in a bit and ran some errands; such as going to the bank to make sure I had enough bills for change and picked up a Subway sandwich to eat later, as well as some Tim Horton’s French Vanilla, tea biscuits for a quick breakfast, as well as a half dozen muffins, also for later.

I must admit that Miramichi is one of my favorite powwows, because it is big enough to draw a good variety of people but not so huge as to become a major commercial style event. The organizers do a very good job and the grounds themselves, located beside the Miramichi river, are beautiful. They are also one of the few powwows left that do not charge either the vendors or the attendees, which certainly helps both in terms of variety of goods on display, as well as the growing number of visitors. I understand that this year drew about 3,000 people, practically twice as big as last year.

I didn’t get to see as much of the activities up close as I did last year, as there was more crowd between my tent and the dance circle. I also rarely had relatives drop by to spell me for bathroom breaks; my Aunt dropped by for an hour on Sunday so that I could actually take some photos of the dancers and their regalia — otherwise I pretty well would have missed the best of it. Did meet a hoop dancer from Maniwaki who turned out to be the niece of one of our very old family friends; pretty cool how small a world it is sometimes!

Saturday night had a fireworks show, quite tiny compared to the annual International Fireworks Competition we have in Montreal, but it is located much closer to the spectators, so comparitively speaking it seems quite large and impressive. Was quite fun to watch as I haven’t seen that many fireworks this year…

The entire weekend was extremely hot and muggy; at one point, my travel clock that features a temperature sensor, measured a high of 38.5 degrees Celcius in the shade of my tent. Outside in the sun, it measured 50 degrees Celcius or 120 degrees Farenheit. I even took a digital pic of the temperature reading, because I was sure that nobody would believe me later… So many people commented on how cool my tent was compared to outside, so the shade was definitely a bonus for attracting and keeping potential clients to look and shop for my charm bracelets that much longer…

I didn’t do quite as well as last year (about $100 less), but there were so many more vendors than last year that the visitor’s spending money was probably spread that much thinner as a result. Still, a good part of it will go towards the repair costs for the car’s A/C unit, as well as other expenses. It was also very nice to spend some time with my Aunt, Uncle and cousins, and my Mom took the train from NS to join us, so I drove her back and I am currently spending some time here in Nova Scotia.

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

Reaaaaally strange coincidences…

SUV Limos

Really weird coincidences yesterday — I had to go up north to the Laurentians to do a photo shoot, and on our way there in traffic we noticed a very unique brown van selling golf balls, complete with their email address on the back in big letters. Only a 4 hours later, on our return trip, we see exactly the same van in traffic going in the same direction as us. Later that night, as I’m about to pick up my sub to go clubbing, I notice two huge white SUV limos (relatively common downtown, but is fairly rare in the suburbs). When I drop him off 5 hours later, the same 2 SUVs (same plates) are coming back along the same road.

Now Montreal is a sizable city of almost 4 million people, so that just compounds the statistic improbability of it all. Just weird enough and similar circumstances to make you go hmmmmmm….

Anyone ever had any strange stuff happen to them that seemed more than just coincidence?

~ Mistress Jade

Time to catch up on my blogging…

Flames

I finally arrived back in Montreal after a long, hot and tiring drive home on the 2nd & 3rd of June. The A/C in my car was not working and even with the windows wide open it was like being in a oven and the breeze only felt like a hot hair dryer. During the last few hours, I even had to stop at the provincial roadstops to try to avoid heatstroke — I went inside and filled up my water bottle in the washrooms and went to a shady grassy area and sat back and proceeded to slowly pour it over my head and hair, in an attempt to cool down my scalp. I also poured another bottle over my poor hot bare feet, and it helped tremendously. Of course, only 30 km later, I was overheating again and had to repeat the process, but at least I was now within sight of the island of Montreal….

Got home and started unpacking the car as best I could considering the muggy heat. I wanted to attend the Fetish Friday event that night (June 3rd) but needed a serious nap to recuperate before some partying. However, I either slept through my alarm entirely, or turned it off without realizing it — because when I finally work up it was quarter to midnight and instead of a 90 minute nap, I had passed out for over 5 hours! Oh well! I guess I was tired and really needed the rest then… Too bad though, it sounded like the “Made in Japan” performance might have been real neat to see.

Spent the first week back trying to catch up on all sorts of things, from phone calls and emails, to general business-related stuff. I also REALLY, REALLY missed my waterbed and all my pillows – I’ve been sleeping very well compared to during my trip. It’s sooooooo nice to be back home!

My last days in Nova Scotia…

Yet another day trip to Halifax with my Mom — at least it wasn’t raining this time! While she was in her meetings, I took the opportunity to drop by the VenusEnvy store and picked up another bondage book, as well as another 60 feet of that beautiful black rope that I got last time.

We stopped in a small strip mall just the other side of the bridge in Dartmouth on our way back. Found a thrift shop and picked up a wonderful comfy little black leather jacket for under $15; one of the buttons fell off and is in the pocket, but I think I will be replacing them with all-black buttons anyway. It has cute leather cross-lacing detailing at the wrists and at the side slashes on the hips. Perfect for club hopping and such…

Also checked out the dollar store next to the thrift shop and found some great quality hardwood pingpong paddles (will be wonderful for spanking!), as well as some nice rubber-tipped clothespins with a lovely bite.

My Mom had to stop at the local coop credit union to do some banking, so I decided to pass the time in the “coop feed store” next door, looking for kinky stuff… Bingo, hit the jackpot! Found two delightful riding crops, one black and the other a nice burgundy red, for only $6 each! The same quality in an erotic boutique would easily run from $40-$60 each. Man I *so* love tack and riding shops for some of my toys — I can buy so much more for so little! I also picked up two rolls of nice bright red “vet wrap” for mummification purposes.

I can’t believe how many kinky goodies I’ve found on this trip… (giggles to herself)

The next day, before leaving to go back to Montreal, I went to check out my sister’s new antique shop in a nearby little village. It’s in a wonderful old historic two story building, dating from the 1880’s. It’s also next door to another antique shop, so it will help with generating new customers for her as well. She is supposed to open in a few days, so she was still gathering and pricing her items before opening day.

While walking through the shop, I discovered a beautiful antique top hat — something which I’ve been looking for on and off for quite a few years. I always hesitated to order a top hat over the net (especially an antique one) because it can be so hard to tell the quality, condition and how well it fits by only a few pictures.

So it was to my utter delight that I picked it up and put it on my head and found that it fit like it was custom made for me! Wow! My sister was amazed as it is a very small size and nobody who had tried it on over the years has ever fit it. (Apparently she’s had it for over 8 years, but I never knew about it.)

The top hat has maker’s marks from Paris and dates approximately to the 1870-1880’s, so it is around 125 years old. It is in excellent condition and even has the box in which it was imported to London England and then to Canada. It felt so right that it fell into my path and that it fit me so perfectly that I just *had* to buy it! I plan on adding a removable black veiling draping off the back to add a more feminine touch and to wear it to some of my future fetish events as it will go so well with my black leather corset and elbow length black velvet gloves.

Afterwards, my sister and I drove out to a very scenic rocky beach overlooking the north side of Cobequid Bay that she had wanted to share with me. It had a cute little lighthouse with a real house underneath it with a family that still lives in it. It was a spectacular view on a clear and sunny day with the tide coming back into the muddy tidal inlets and the rocky coastline. I had my digital camera with me and took some very nice photographs.

Picked up a few small rounded beach pebbles that “called” to me to bring them home with me. On the way back to the car, a large feather caught my eye at my feet. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was an eagle feather! I took it as a special sign that my father was watching over me and that he sent it to me as a reminder that he was always still nearby even though he was no longer living. (He passed away last February and I still miss him dearly.) I tucked it into my top hat box for safekeeping until I return home, to put with the hawk feather he sent me last year during my last trip back from Nova Scotia.

All in all, a nice way to end my visit to Nova Scotia on a positive note. I still had a long drive back but at least I was in a good mood…