Friday the 13th

Think I covered the idea that this year contains not one but two of these. Think I also spit out the quote from a certain Scorpio who is in the know, “Friday the 13th isn’t unlucky — unless you’re a Templar.” She sniggered.

There’s the old blues tune, “If it wasn’t for bad luck wouldn’t have no luck at all…” Tends to be followed by a rift.

My personal best recollection was some mention in the book, Holy Blood, Holy Grail, a source for Dan Brown’s later ouvre with the original source a cornucopia of symbols and arcane images. I had a memory of the image of a skull on crossed thigh bones, chattering away. Then, too, the notion of the slaughter of the Templars, on a certain Friday the 13th.

“Kill them all, let God sort them out.” I can’t do it in Middle French, or Latin, but I would guess French.

The skull and bones got an update, in recent years, as one space pirate — space ghost in the machine — opted for a flag with a skull over crossed lightening bolts. I mocked up my own version as suited my humor at the time. Glowing red eyes in a death head — over crossed lightning bolts.

More recently, as I sink back in old Shakespeare material, there’s always my favorite little lines from the Prince — “Alas, poor Yorick,” and etc.