John, I am so glad that you don't have a life :-)
I don't know what EL or the rest of us would do without you!

Wow, John, I'm honored to be included in your shallow thought.

Is this the D@L version of the 10 Commandments?

While I find it difficult to believe that anyone could run out of shallow thoughts, we could always delve into the realm of Irrational Fears (or Rational Ones based on some posts on this blog).

If we get you to think about "the moral ramifications" of commercial chicken raising a la Purdue, then we've achieved something!

Irrational Fear Friday! I'll bet you have some good ones P-Rob. Does Harpsichord Barry play into any of them? Don't worry, I think OMG made him up, possibly as an homage? There's no such thing as an irrational fear in my book (which is DSM-IV). We could try to keep it on message by making them only food-related fears. one word: meatloaf.

Voodoo -- yeah, Irrational Fear Friday: got my vote. Good way to welcome in the weekend. Confess the fears then head straight to the bar for cocktails and foie gras.

VDP - I will admit to a list of Irrational Fears. Harpsichord Barry (almost certainly one of those Imaginary Friends) doesn't frighten me as much as does Pipe Organ Wendell.

Clearly a listing of IFs is going to be completely subjective (e.g., you say meatloaf and I say cottage cheese). But since when has keeping "it on message" been a priority on D@L.

I like jl's suggestion best ... face our fears head on and confess at the bar. Oh, wait, first confess THEN head for the bar. Heck, I'll see you all at the bar for confession over cocktails. Say, 5:30 Friday?

I fear ... and it's not even friday ... missing happy hour by less than a minute and then having to drink alone during misery hour (which, btw, always seems to last at least 90 minutes).

What's Misery Hour in your case jl?

Voodoo - misery hour varies, but it could be the hour following happy hour if you just miss happy hour by a minute or less but join revelers who are well into the party. Takes maybe an hour to catch up if you're diligent.

Misery hour, oh yeah, that sux. Full price and behind the curve on blood alcohol. Never fun. It's like making out with your sister.

Are there any food-related fears that are irrational? The only ones I can think of have a rational basis:

Genetically Modified

E-Coli

Mad cow from downed cows

Botulism

Choking

Antibiotics

Salmonella

Hepatitis

Or, just go to a place like Gina's downtown and watch all the people who you know haven't washed their hands touch the same utensils you will touch to gather what you want from the lukewarm trays o'food to be weighed, not to mention watching those same people, some of whom have the flu or something, just hovering over all the trays o'food, breathing on it.

You have to have a certain amount of trust and faith just to eat (and eat out) these days. The thing is, who can you trust? Remember the Tio Pepe butter thing?

I think after I post this I'll go downstairs and have a little snack. EL

"voodoo food, indeed" is not related to me. Those fears are ridiculous - no zombies, ghosts, crazy women with lasers or immortal dogs. Puh.

Not to mention ass pennies.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upright_Citizens_Brigade

http://www.guba.com/watch/2000824003

Yeah I know how to do links but it's a pain.

Well, I'm really grossed out...

See, VD Whoever? That's why I mentioned IRrational fears ... there are far too many rational ones. For example, I have a fear (albeit, one that is irrational) of being in a car that is stopped on a bridge - height of said bridge is inconsequential.

That's why we should keep them restaurant-related on Fridays only. Otherwise I would have to delve into my fear of bridges also: I dream that when I drive up to a bridge my car goes up the top of the structure not on the road. Weird. My wife says that it means I'm gay.

I'm afraid of voodoopork. I may never look in Wikipedia again. "Making out with your sister"--that's cruel. The guys at the office finally explained the Brokeback thing to me; haven't been to the WC at work since and I'm a little spooked by EVOO.

Dave: "the Brokeback thing"? I'm more afraid of that than you might be of VDP. Not to mention coupling going to the men's room with extra virgin olive oil. By the way, have you met Sen. Craig?

VDP: Please tell me your wife isn't a therapist (or dream interpreter). And that dream doesn't necessarily mean you're gay; it does, however, point out that you have James Cameron tendencies, as in "I'm the king of the world!"

LEAVE GINA'S ALONE!! [sobbing ensues]

When I go to the WC I'm usually in a 19th Century English novel and frequently confused.. Brokeback uncomprehended? Jeez/Jeeves that ref is shamefully overdone. My wife is all things to me, not just a therapist and dream interpreter, but my lover and my best friend. Oh god, I can't stand it. What I hate to ask is Gina's? The bridge thing is scary, not king of the worldy. You should never tell anyone your dreams because they are well within their latitiude to say, "That means you're ..." It was a joke. It's always a joke. As Ben Franklin said, "Why tell the truth if a lie is more entertaining." I find it hard to believe that the Crisco Kid is that far out of the loop. Giddy up, lardner, uh pardner. Now that's shallow. Great name Hamster.

Thanks, OK, Dave, this will all blow over once you find and become your true user name.

Rosebud beat me to it (what was I saying about separated at birth?), but Dave, here's a virtual hug! Maybe if you click your heels three times and wish, your true user name will appear.

Okay, I'll bite...what and where is Gina's, and why does everyone hate it? Can it be any worse than some Lexington Market vendors? Admit it, history or not, the place has issues!