Fred has been changing up some stuff here on FV over the past couple days. You can now search column posts, and the gripe corner references columns using keywords. Last night I was going through my columns tagging them for this. My column style has changed a lot over the years. My new style of column posting has come under fire lately because its lack of meaningful substance. But long story short, the rapid fire style posting has helped revive FV.

So guess what? IT AIN'T CHANGIN'!

With all that said, I can move onto my new topic(s), if you dare even call then full-form thoughts.

I have weird phobias. Well, I don't really have any REAL phobias. I don't hide under a table, or lock myself in a closet when there is a thunder storm. That's just freakin silly. Seriously. Get out of that closet. Queer. NO! My phobias are bizarre. There are two;

Rickets: I usually have to explain this one to people because most people don't know what rickets are. It's a softning of the bones typically caused by vitamin deficiencies that causes the legs to bow out and become deformed. I don't ACTUALLY fear rickets though. It's mostly a conversation starter - a joke - when the topic of fears comes up.

Vans full of people: This one makes less sense, but hang with me past the jump and I'll make sense of it.

Once as a young kid I was riding my bike around my old neighborhood, and a dark red van was heading down the road towards me. I took notice of the van as it approched, and as it passed by I looked into the windows. This van was full of retarded kids waving and making faces and such at me. It pretty much scared the baby teeth out of me.

I didn't realize until just yesterday that this really traumatized me for some bizarre reason. As I was driving up I-93 I was passing a van that was full of people, and I kinda kringed and glaced off to the side so I wouldn't look inside. I always fear that if I did, those same damn retards are going to be there spazzing out. Yeah, I know, it is absolutly absurd, but I laughed after. It's so interesting how small events in a child's life can have a lasting impact.

Or maybe I just hate retards??

If you though this columns was outlandish, just wait for my next post.

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Monster @ 07/15/07 "sharks!" SpIkE @ 07/15/07 "MONICA, wanna watch a movie about sharks with me??" Monster @ 07/15/07 "no sir. but i looked up rickets on google and found this picture: http://depts.washington.edu/bonebio/ASBMRed/diseases/rickets/rickets.jpg all those kids at the school for kids who have rickets are going to pile into the rickets-friendly adventure-van and drive up and down the street past your house" corinne @ 07/16/07 "can that little child walk???" SpIkE @ 07/16/07 "with great difficulty" test @ 07/19/07 "I have rickets" corinne @ 07/19/07 "that's quite unfortunate" Login to comment...