In the grand tradition of Dress-Down Friday, Ruby Tuesday, and Get-Yourself-Stinking-Drunk Saturday, we would like to humbly suggest something along the lines of Naked Monday.
In this golden age, we find ourselves perched at the cusp of greatness. We are standing on the shoulders of the great men who have passed before us, regrettably, they were shorter in those days, and the great man on whose shoulders we happen to be standing has something of a slouch. Despite those mitigating factors, we're still a good deal taller than we would be. Tall enough to pluck the most lofty ideas, the most ambitiously high thoughts, the thoughts that were tucked out of reach on the top shelf so we couldn't get into them and spoil our dinner. Unfortunately, there's also a good deal of dust up there, and it makes those thoughts seem less palatable than they might be had someone had the foresight to put them in the refrigerator, where they belong, in one of those freezer bags that won't open, no matter what you do to them, no matter how sharp the knife.
And the first thing, as we open our eyes in the much brighter light that you get when you're standing on someone's shoulders, trying to get something off the top shelf, is Naked Mondays. Which is just yet another thing for us to stand on, to see even more.
Like a step-stool, almost. In fact, if you're having trouble envisioning the concept of Naked Mondays, try visualising a step-stool first. Not only will that acclimate you to visualising things, but it will give you an abstract representation of the concept to use in your discussions at the local coffee house/pub.
It also is amazingly fitting to have Mondays be Naked Day, as that's the day that, for the last five years and a little stoppage time, the brilliantly talented workers over at quiet insanity productions and later sanemagazine release that week's issue.
And what better way to express your relief and joy than by stripping off all of your clothes and running around your office? None that we can think of whatsoever.
disclaimer:
We are not liable for any and all injuries you may incur to your person or persons wherewithin reasonable limits of said person in the event of vicious attack brought on at the site of said person or within close proximity if that person happens to be standing in the middle of public wherewithal absolutely starkers.
We are also not liable if you happen to lose your job over the aforementioned conduct on Mondays henceforth, though we would like to hear of any interesting stories.
And yes, bank holidays count.
Yer Weekly Horoscopes. time-stamped for freshness.