I don't see how that faming z would trigger the phobia, but then again I don't share it so not really working from a place of understanding it viscerally in the first place. (Except for the skin-dwelling frog babies. Freaking at the sight of THAT I get all too well...)

I am weirded out by saying Colbert is doing better arouse-face here: [link] , but maybe this has to do with my singlehood? Is that what it's supposed to look like? Because I may have been confusing some cues...

When I try and visualise the chick with the spermatophores in her mouth, I think I'm working with a lotus podlike visual. And I guess I got my worms.

I think today is garlic fries.

OMG you guys are killing me! t shudder

I am trying to think if I currently have any real phobias. When I was young (up through my teenage years, actually), I was screaming and crying afraid of thunderstorms, teeter-totters, slides, amusementpark rides, ladders, russian hogweed, and any weird mutated animal or plant.

Now, I don't really encounter these things- but I can do ladders and thunderstorms. I don't LOVE ladders, and I like to be firmly planted on the ladder (unlike lighting technicians), and I am not at all afraid of thunderstorms.

I don't care for bridges, but I am able to walk over them. I really don't care for grated bridges, and have to force myself. I guess the only real thing is that I cannot ride a bicycle over a bridge, I have to walk it. I would say that my fear of falling on a bicycle isn't really unfounded, though.

I feel like I need to create an Internet Tropes Wiki, and call pseudicide "Pulling a Fast Eddie."

oh, let's!

Sophia, screaming fits over Russian Hogweed? I did not even know what that was.

I find us fascinating.

I feel like I need to create an Internet Tropes Wiki, and call pseudicide "Pulling a Fast Eddie."

If you do this I will buy you a cake.

Sophia, screaming fits over Russian Hogweed? I did not even know what that was.

I was a nervous child, with a nervous mother, and my grandmother was prone to saying things like "Don't blow your nose to hard, or you will get a "mastoid" and you will have to shave your head and get an operation like your aunt gail", which resulted in me not learning to blow my nose until I was a teenager.

There was some of the Russian Hogweed growing in our town park, and some kids had made blow-guns from the stems, and were accidentally poisoned (but ended up being fine.

My grandmother told me not to go near it or I would get a rash in my throat, which would swell up and I would die.

You can see where this is going...

I feel like I need to create an Internet Tropes Wiki, and call pseudicide "Pulling a Fast Eddie."

Heh. Yes, you should do that.

Oooh, or is there a semi-appropriate trope on TV Tropes that can be edited to included "pseudicide = pulling a Fast Eddie"? Because that would be even funnier.

The only real phobia I have is my face being under water or water falling on my face. I've never learned to swim because of it. I panic when water goes over my head, even if I know I'm in, like, 5 feet of water and I could just *stand up*. I don't even like raindrops falling on my face!

I'm ready for retirement. Seriously. What's the earliest I can retire? I can't stand this "corporate job" bullshit much longer.