I like when the guys here have their own personal casual Fridays. Even though every day is pretty casual, they still tuck things in and sport sweater vests and slacks M-Th, but then let their hair down on F with some jeans and loafers, perhaps a nice breezy polo shirt. It’s like something precious was stolen from them when companies went all-casual — like Primus says (yes I’m quotating Primus so what like you’re all super awesome 24 hours a day): “Funny thing about weekends when you’re unemployed, they don’t mean quite so much.” These fellows want to be uncomfortable most of the week so they have something to look forward to, and so the pleasure of going without a tie will be that much more satisfying. The frisson of white socks will be that much more intense. I can certainly get behind that line of thinking.

Speaking of Primus, you know who’s great is Prince. Have you seen that Purple Rain shit? I had to rent the 20th Anniversary Special Ed and let me tell you, they don’t make movies like that any more. You say 8 Mile, I say where’s the guitar that spurts on the audience. I remember kicking it VHS-style when I was maybe 12 and my friend and I watched Apollonia strip off her leather outfit next to Lake Minnetonka (or was it Lake Minnetonka??? ah ha oh Prince you devil!) over and over in jerky staticky slo-mo, not a hundred-percent sure why it was so fascinating but figuring repeated viewings would provide the solution. “Again!” “One more time!” “Back and to the left!” etc. I think Prince introduced many of us to many exciting new subjects of study.

P.S. Speaking of Prince, TOTALLY NO SYPHILIS. Assuming I read the results right, which is a J. Lo–sized assumption considering how cryptic they were, but I figure if my rad chilis fall off I’ll know otherwise.

P.P.S. YES I DID USE AN EN DASH! BED ME!