Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Monday, March 08, 2004
Friday, March 05, 2004
Just for the record the side I would pick for the first test against Sri Lanka (assuming Lee is injured) would be:
Hayden
Langer
Ponting
Lehmann
Katich
Symonds
Gilchrist
Warne
Gillespie
Kasprovich
McGill
12th: Williams
However, my tip is the Australian selectors will keep Martyn rather than Katich or Symonds and Williams will play rather than Kasprovich.
Hayden
Langer
Ponting
Lehmann
Katich
Symonds
Gilchrist
Warne
Gillespie
Kasprovich
McGill
12th: Williams
However, my tip is the Australian selectors will keep Martyn rather than Katich or Symonds and Williams will play rather than Kasprovich.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Phobia is from the Greek for fear or hatred. A phobia is an excessive, unreasonable or irrational fear of an object, place or situation. Phobias are extremely common, and anyone, no matter how well adjusted they are, can fall prey to them. Sometimes they start in childhood for no apparent reason; sometimes they emerge after a traumatic event; and sometimes they are completely ridiculous!
I have some friends who have an irrational fear of uncooked meat. (You know who you are!) They won’t eat any meat unless it resembles roadkill that has been set on fire and then left on the highway of the entire summer. The best words to describe their disorders are Carnophobia (The fear of meat) and Omophagiaphobia (The Fear of eating raw flesh).
When researching their disorder I came across some other phobias that are just too weird not to talk about.
Paraskavedekatriaphobia – The Fear of Friday the 13th. This one is just too long to bother remembering!
Phronemophobia – The Fear of thinking. Doesn’t being scared of something require thinking about it!?
Xanthophobia - Fear of the colour yellow or of the word yellow. Are you serious?
Clinophobia - Fear of going to bed. I have this one, or rather a fear of sleeping.
Coulrophobia – The Fear of clowns. I have this one as well.
Aibohphobia – The Fear of palindromes. A man, a plan, a canal, Panama! Do you find this scary?
Defecaloesiophobia – The Fear of painful bowel movements. Do some people enjoy them?
Kyphophobia - Fear of stooping. What the?
Lunaediesophobia – The Fear of Mondays. Yep,me to.
Medectophobia - Fear of the contour of one's penis being visible through clothing. This one was too funny to leave out.
I have some friends who have an irrational fear of uncooked meat. (You know who you are!) They won’t eat any meat unless it resembles roadkill that has been set on fire and then left on the highway of the entire summer. The best words to describe their disorders are Carnophobia (The fear of meat) and Omophagiaphobia (The Fear of eating raw flesh).
When researching their disorder I came across some other phobias that are just too weird not to talk about.
Paraskavedekatriaphobia – The Fear of Friday the 13th. This one is just too long to bother remembering!
Phronemophobia – The Fear of thinking. Doesn’t being scared of something require thinking about it!?
Xanthophobia - Fear of the colour yellow or of the word yellow. Are you serious?
Clinophobia - Fear of going to bed. I have this one, or rather a fear of sleeping.
Coulrophobia – The Fear of clowns. I have this one as well.
Aibohphobia – The Fear of palindromes. A man, a plan, a canal, Panama! Do you find this scary?
Defecaloesiophobia – The Fear of painful bowel movements. Do some people enjoy them?
Kyphophobia - Fear of stooping. What the?
Lunaediesophobia – The Fear of Mondays. Yep,me to.
Medectophobia - Fear of the contour of one's penis being visible through clothing. This one was too funny to leave out.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Pet Food
Sitting in a Hong Kong Restaurant with my family we found out not all waiters speak English. In fact in this fine establishment no-one spoke any English. So to order our meal we pointed to dishes people were eating on tables around us. All the food looked good, so what is the worst that could happen? We started to enjoy a chicken satay type dish when I came across a chicken bone that I have never actually seen on a chicken before that night or since. It was a bone that defied classification of any animal I had eaten previously. As we were suggesting animals it could be, a guy dressed in the restaurants waiters uniform opened the front door and led in a dog on a leash. He walked straight through the place which was packed with people, and led the dog straight into the kitchen. We could have tried to deny the truth, and believe that they were just bringing their pet to work, but I think I would rather have a dead dog in the kitchen rather then a live one frolicking around my food. I have often wondered if that dog was someone’s pet or maybe just a dog that the waiter found on his way to work.
A friend of mine, whose family is Vietnamese, went over to his Uncle’s house for dinner. After eating half the meal his Uncle told him it was dog, but not just any dog, it was their pet dog! A dog my friend had played with on previous visits and had taken for walks. My friend was in shock. Apparently Rufus was rather tasty.
Sitting in a Hong Kong Restaurant with my family we found out not all waiters speak English. In fact in this fine establishment no-one spoke any English. So to order our meal we pointed to dishes people were eating on tables around us. All the food looked good, so what is the worst that could happen? We started to enjoy a chicken satay type dish when I came across a chicken bone that I have never actually seen on a chicken before that night or since. It was a bone that defied classification of any animal I had eaten previously. As we were suggesting animals it could be, a guy dressed in the restaurants waiters uniform opened the front door and led in a dog on a leash. He walked straight through the place which was packed with people, and led the dog straight into the kitchen. We could have tried to deny the truth, and believe that they were just bringing their pet to work, but I think I would rather have a dead dog in the kitchen rather then a live one frolicking around my food. I have often wondered if that dog was someone’s pet or maybe just a dog that the waiter found on his way to work.
A friend of mine, whose family is Vietnamese, went over to his Uncle’s house for dinner. After eating half the meal his Uncle told him it was dog, but not just any dog, it was their pet dog! A dog my friend had played with on previous visits and had taken for walks. My friend was in shock. Apparently Rufus was rather tasty.
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