Tuesday is Bluesday

natalie dee

Frickin' Tuesday.

Yeah, I said frickin'.

It's Tuesday.

And it's raining and cold.

And I've been up since 6 AM.


You know, Monday gets a bad rap - especially from high school students, ditch diggers, and Bob Geldof - but truly, it's Tuesday that's the suckiest day of the week.

Here are some facts about Tuesday:

The name comes from Tiwesday, from Old English language Tiwes dæg, named after the Nordic god Tyr, who was the equivalent of the Roman war god Mars, and Greek god Ares.

God of War Day. Say no more.

Tuesdays are dedicated to Saint John the Baptist.
Head lopping-off day.

In the Greek world, Tuesday (the day of the week of the Fall of Constantinople) is considered an unlucky day.
How many times did you have a date with a really hot dude or gal in Constantinople, and couldn't get directions on your GPS? Yeah. Me too.

The same is true in the Spanish-speaking world, where a proverb runs: En martes, ni te cases ni te embarques, meaning, "On Tuesday, neither get married nor begin a journey."

I think that the new addendum to that proverb is "ni Twitter".

And finally

In business, particularly office work, one study has shown that Tuesday is usually the most productive day of the week.


When I worked in the cubicle world, the work week went like this:

Monday you're still on a weekend high. You still have that glow that comes from warm blankets and Sunday papers (except, of course, if you're a parent of a travel soccer player.)

Wednesday is hump day. Week's half over, and everyone is thinking of sex because morning DJs have been saying "hump day" for the entire 45 minutes of your commute to work.

Thursday is the day one of the secretaries brings in donuts. It's the small things that make a difference. Statistically, fewer suicides and dog-beatings happen on Thursdays because no one is suffering from low sugar. Thank you, Krispy Kreme.

I just made up that last statistic, but you kinda believed me for a second, didn't you?

And Friday? Friday the boss takes the day off to begin her weekend.

That leaves Tuesday. Tuesday there's no messing around being glowy or sexy or sugared-up. Tuesday, it's down to brass tacks and ball-bustin'.

Ouch, Tuesday! Ouch!

Did I ever tell you about the summer I lived in Boston and used to play pick-up softball with Aimee Mann from 'Til Tuesday? It's true. I know you all wonder whether I am really, actually, more-than-occasionally and unabashedly flouting the truth - no, I'm not really Bono's mother as the photo in the post below might suggest - but this time I swear it's fer real. Ask my friend Steve in Japan (whose birthday on October 17 I completely forgot. It was a Friday. I was drunk.) He used to play pick-up softball with Aimee Mann, too.

So anyway, here's why Aimee Mann and 'Til Tuesday and by association all Tuesdays suck:

Aimee Mann never once picked me to be on her team.

I mean, sure, I couldn't catch or throw or hit, but I think the real reason she dissed me was because I didn't have cool late-80's hair.

Ironically, now I do.


I thought I'd try to cheer myself up by sitting at the computer and clicking all my favorite linky-links that link to smiles and songs and happy times.

And I'd like to invite you to join me.

Together, we can knock Tuesday in the back of the knees and take her down again and again like a Catholic schoolgirl during Stations of the Cross.

It's an obscure reference, but one that will be thoroughly enjoyed by recovering papists everywhere. Sometimes I play to a niche audience.

So, here we go. Things that make me go "Whoo!" And I so rarely do go "Whoo!"


Where The Hell is Matt? dancing

Natalie Dee: America's Favorite Cracker's drawing

Nastia Luikin's tumbling

Irina Slutskaya's skating

Problem Child Bride's writing

Annika, 16 days post liver transplant, smiling

Vanessa-Mae's playing

Pastafarian's preaching

David Bowie parodies


scargosun said...

"It's an obscure reference, but one that will be thoroughly enjoyed by recovering papists everywhere."
Never was a nail hit so squarely on the head.

foolery said...

"Ironically, now I do."

Oh, that was good.

Trying to be productive at work with a near-fatal back outage and I stopped to read this. No time to click your links, sadly, but you made me smile on a frickin' Tuesday, thanks!

Yeah, I said frickin'.

-- Laurie @ Foolery

doubleagentgirl said...

Tuesday, ick ACK and blech. I'm with you. Like @PopDaddy said on twitter this morning:

Tuesday. It's the bastard child of Monday and Wednesday.


Unknown said...

I knew there was a reason I didn't like Tuesdays!

Thanks for giving me a reason to like them.

Unknown said...

Great post. I just devote Tuesday's to bloggity stuff. All better for me. I'll enjoy your links just the same though.

I can't find my blog said...

I have nothing really witty to say except that you are funny.

And, I'm so bummed that you didn't say something about Amiee Mann that made me love her even more. I miss Til Tuesday. You *almost* made my week with that one.

ewe are here said...

Funnily enough, I specifically blogged about the crappy start to me Tuesday today...

Off to check out a couple of your links. :-)

Mr Farty said...

But...but...Mardi Gras means Fat Tuesday. The one day in the year when I can rejoice in my elasticated waistband.

Skater girl is awesome!

Chicky Chicky Baby said...

I hate Tuesdays too. They suck.

And frickin' is an important part of my vocabulary. Nothing wrong w/ that.

And and, Aimee Mann? Seriously?? Cool.

What position did she play?

Kyddryn said...

Aww, great...now I'm humming "Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople, been a long time gone, Constantinople, now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night..."

Shade and Sweetwater,
K (who fights of the blues, the blahs, and the blurghs with cookery and general kitchen witchery because she has been known to fall in and get lost on the Internet)

Cheri @ Blog This Mom!® said...

Tuesday. When leg hair is in the beginning growth and most prickly stage of development after the weekend shave. Ugh.

zipbagofbones said...

I hope your Hump Day has been much improved

Susan said...

May I suggest a link? Leningrad Cowboys singing Sweet Home Alabama makes every day just that much better. Especially Tuesdays.

IzzyMom said...

Wow...I haven't thought about "I Don't Like Mondays" in about a frillion years. I used to love that song. And I had a strange and wholly embarrassing crush on Bob Geldof, to boot.

Hope your Wednesday was better :)

Krista said...

Tuesdays do truly bite the big one. There's nothing special you can say about them and they're hard to categorize (too early in the week to do the countdown to weekend, but can't be considered "mid-week" either.

Thanks for the links to take our minds away from Tuesday.
Your link to Bret and Jemaine doing Bowie parody made my day. I love Flight of the Concords.

Anonymous said...

Yes, I can vouch, the Hustlin' Halushki actually fared quite well in our Brookline bouts with Aimee Mann, whose toes, I recall, were a bit peculiar. I hit a home run off the pitcher Aimee, and I even made her scream when I nearly nailed her with a line drive…sorry, all that hump day talk.

Yeah, I don't know if I hate Tuesday necessarily, but it is a bit nondescript. By the way, a couple Krispy Kremes have made their way to Tokyo, but there is always a 20 to 50 minute line (yes, they put out a sign designating the estimated wait time).

Variations On A Theme said...

Where the Hell is Matt Dancing made me weepy with joy. Lutkin inspired me. The rest of the links were pretty damn funny. Thank you so much!

Mary Alice said...

You make me laugh. I like that. Laughing.

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