Phobias

Am I alone in this or do you cringe when you hear "eating sounds"?

When I hear co-workers or anyone else slop their way through soup or crunch through an apple or carrot, my stomach does a back flip.

It's worse when I hear it in the media. There's a commercial on TV featuring a dog slobbering and crunching it's way through the ad... I have to turn the channel.

Oh I'm okay when I'm the one doing the slobbering and crunching... that could be part of my weight situation... after I got into Herbal One and dropped 35 or 40 pounds, at least I'm working my way through fruit and veggies (particularly crunchy and mouth watering).

Anyway, it's my phobia... next to snakes, pierced tongues, self inflicted tattoos and heights.

I'm sure I have others... but I'm hungry and I have an apple and a bowl of Oatmeal Crisp staring me in the face.

Lost

I'm lost.

Well, actually I'm a Lost fanatic.

Alright, I admit it...I can't go through a week without my dose of TV's wacked out science fiction (or is it?) series. It's my hour-long getaway from anything rational.

I stumbled across the series' pilot when it was first shown... I wasn't planning on it. In fact, I was looking for something else when there it was in all its wierd glory.

Jack, Kate, Sawyer and all the rest caught up, after a plane crash, on the island that has a life of its own.

If you've been a "Lost follower" (not the 70's Peterborough bar band, although with a few beers they were good escapism too) then you'll know that the whole mixed up mess involves time travel.

I'm still anxious to find out the story behind the smoke monster.... if you don't watch, it's kind of like a 3-pack a day mother of five trying to quit... only not as bitchy.

Anyway the show involves great scenery, good acting and fine writing (although I'm not sure what THEY'VE been smoking, some episodes). And it reminds me that in a sea of reality shows, there's still something entertaining to watch.

And how many of us haven't wondered what it'd be like to find ourselves stranded on an island in the south Pacific like modern day Robinson Crusoes, only with enough others (in this case, "Others") to start our own little fiefdom.

The only thing I'd miss is my weekly dose of "Lost".