Tag: silly

E pericoloso sposersi

Many years ago I remember someone often said “E pericoloso sposersi” and laughed. I asked what it meant and was told it was a pun in Italian and that it meant that it was dangerous to get married.

I didn’t understand why it was dangerous to get married, nor did I understand what was laughable about it. But nevermind, as the adult world was still very foreign to me.

Years later I was in an Italian train and spotted a notice by a window: “E pericoloso sporgersi” which meant it was dangerous to lean out of the window. Aha. Now it made sense!

However the mystery remains ; what made this person often say “E pericoloso sposersi” and laugh? Perhaps he had an omnipresent wife…

Chaetophobia

I was reminded of a phobia that I have had for as long as I remember. I meant to look the word up and Amy found it: Chaetophobia, the fear of hair. I don’t know how to pronounce it, but I can certainly describe my own version of the phobia.

When I was a kid and my mum was bathing me, I was terrified of floating hair in the water. So I already had long hair at the time. I remember curling up as far as I could from these long, threatening, floating and offensive threats. My word was “thread”, as in “there is a thread”. My mother had to remove the floating “thread(s)” from the water.

Now I don’t curl up so much, but I’m still really bugged by the occasional strand(s) of detached hair. A lot.

I don’t mind attached hair at all. How funny to make the distinction.

Nascar vs. Gladiators

At brunch today (yeah, we indulged), I saw a commercial for nascar on ESPN. My reaction was “shake and bake!”. Amy’s reaction, after “hah!”, was to wonder about the waste of fuel it was to have cars drive in circle. I couldn’t argue. Amy said “you’re going to say it’s awesome”. Yeah. I said it was a race and that the tracks were not always circles; some are oval (boring) others have curves. Pretty lame argument.

I said it had never occured to me before what a waste of fuel races were.

Later in the day I was indulging in a nap (it was a day of indulgence) and as I was drifting toward slumber, I had a mental image of a crowd of car racing spectators. The image changed to that of an arena filled with a crowd of roman gladiatorial games spectators.

In my half asleep state, I was likening nascar and gladiator fights. Further thoughts brought the following: it’s still better to waste fuel than execute wild animals, slaves or criminals.

At which point, I thought I really needed to sleep.

[All about NASCAR and Gladiators on Wikipedia.]