Oooo, I have one! Am I the only one who collects those really huge and hideous coffee table ashtrays from the 50s and 60s? I love those things with their odd shapes and wild clashing colors.
I have a box of them I got of of e-bay. I bought them for the nostalgia.They were the first romances I ever read. While I’m still hooked on romance, I’ve found I’m not as enamored of Barbara as I used to be. I’ll be glad to ship you the ones I don’t want for just the price of shipping.
As to the rest …some of you people are just weird 
Of course I have to pick out geometrics patterns in bathroom tile if there is nothing to read.I’ve also been known to count the tiles or number of patterns I can find. The strange thing is I really hate math.
Am I the only teenager who finds typography, letterforms, typeface design, the history of the alphabet, pens and handwriting intensely, deeply fascinating?
I do also. I also have candy dishes and vases, all in the weirdest shapes/colors.
One of my favorites is lovingly called the Bedpan by LilMiss. It weighs about 10 lbs., heavy glass, 20" x 12" in a lovely pastelly blue with silver flecks. The sides gently curve up, giving it the aforemention look of a bed pan. I also have a gaudy burnt orange popcorn glass ashtray circa 1970, which came with it’s matching gaudy burnt orange popcorn glass lighter. The lighter rises out of the middle of the ashtray and bears a striking resemblence to a penis. A burnt orange popcorn penis.
Ahhhhhh!!! I CAN’T BELEIVE IT!!
I do that too! I usually add them though, and I love getting even numbers. Especially the number 14, which in my head is incredibly lucky.
I love looking at a clock for the first time in a while and seeing that it is _:14.
It just gives me a good feeling.
I also make up words for the three letters on a licence plate. For example, ERC is “erotic” or “eric”. HMK is “homework”.
or maybe I should concentrate on my driving…
Am I the only one???
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I put the milk in the cereal bowl first, then add handfuls of cereal as I go. This way, the cereal remains crunchy.
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I peel bananas from the non-stem end. Then, I break off sections and eat them in thirds (bananas are naturally separated into thirds).
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I eat KitKats layer by layer, from the top.
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I eat the peanut/caramel part of Snickers first, then the nougat.
I’m right there with a lot of you, but I thought I’d mention the weirdest thing I do. It’s my letter game. Each consonant is assigned a vowel. I usually start with B having U, C having A, D with E, and so on. Then I try to make words where the consonants and vowels are found together. It’s especially good if the vowel-consonant pairs are right next to each other like in cake, but it’s not essential. Once I’ve run through my list of equal vowel-consonant pairs, I’ll allow extra consonants into the mix, but only then.
It’s weird, isn’t it?
-Lil
You might want to look into the works of Thom Hartmann for some thoughts on this topic. He posits that the traits exhibited by people with attention-deficit disorder are good things in the long run. There’s not a lot of hard evidence on this, though.
I don’t branch out much from the ashtrays, but I was seduced by a pair of bizarro green, swirly, flecked candy dishes that matched a green, swirly, flecked gigantor ashtray shaped like an artist’s palette that I already had. Then a few days later, I found an orange, swirly, flecked deviled egg tray that just happened to match a triangular orange, swirly, flecked ashtray with turned up pointy tips that I already had so I bought that too. I’ve even used it to serve deviled eggs.
Let’s see… <opens up mixed tape list from late 90s>
- Collective soul - Crown
- The Offspring- Amazed
- Alabama- I’m in a hurry (and Don’t know why)
- Nirvana -Oh Me
- Garbage- The trick is to keep breathing
- Tori Amos -Cruel
- Godsmack - Voodoo…
Nope, it’s not just you 
Intent I always watch the trailer before the movie. It angers me if the trailer isn’t included on the DVD.
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Am I the only one who can only wash floors (at home) barefoot? It’s the rule. I don’t know why it’s the rule, but it is. Even if it’s mid-winter and the floor is very cold, you can’t wear socks, or God forbid, shoes while mopping the floor.
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Am I the only one who gets a new cd and, and if I like it play it…over and over for about three days, to the exclusion of most other music? Sometimes I pull out old cds and give them the same treatment. I’d like to say that I do this to memorize the track order, but I’m not. There are MP3s I’ve listened to on a loop for hours at a time too, just that one MP3. Most recently “Still in Love” by The Stills.
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Am I the only one who breaks hersheys’ miniatures into two before eating them?
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Am I the only one who never named a doll or stuffed animal that didn’t come with a name? In one of those Haunted US books they talked about a girl (supposed reincarnation case) who never named her dolls or small pets, and that was supposed to show a lack of imagination. I have several nameless stuffed animals and a pair of nameless fish that protest otherwise, given writing fiction is one of my hobbies…
Me too. Nothing quite like Pantera and Kermit the Frog on the same CD.
Not at all. The Swedish are fond of it too. Presumably you’re thinking of socialism as a stepping stone to communism, rather than as a permanent basis of economic policy.
I only listen to talk radio and my own stuff these days, but I do that all the time with jukeboxes.
Miss Gretchen, you’re not alone. But for me, two is pink, and I still haven’t quite figured out what color five is.
This is synesthesia, which I also “have”. I have colors for numbers, and letters. I have a specific mental layout for the calendar (which is pretty basic - January through March on the first row, April through June on the second row, and all the other months on the third row. For that reason, I always have a hard time thinking of July as being quite a long time from December - they’re in the same row for me so they seem to be “closer” than say, January and June. I also think synesthesia might be responsible for my weird association of songs to locations that I mentioned above.
I collect everything that’s Happy Bunny. Figurrines, buttons, energy drinks, pens, mint tins, etc.
I use buttons to hold up that fabric on the roof of my car (otherwise it falls down).
I keep all the sticky thingabobs off of CD cases (y’know, that’s across the top, with band/album name on it) and stick it to the roof of my car.
I love squeeky and bobble-headed penguins and nuns. Hmmm.
People keep giving me stuffed animals to put on my dashboard, and I keep putting them up there. Sadly, Fernando the Squeeky Lobster no longers squeeks. Sigh. Damn that Texas sun!
I also associate songs with places. In example, whenver I hear “Sinner” by Drowning Pool, I think of this road I had to drive down to get to the duplex where I lived for a few months before I got my own apartment.
I count my steps when I walk.
Sort all candy by thier colors, then eat one of each color all at once. Like, a brown, orange, and yellow Reese’s Pieces at one time. If I have, say, left over oranges, I give them away.
Collect ashtrays. We have 7 ashtrays for 2 smokers.
Collect Jones Soda bottles to go on to of my kitchen cabinets.
Cry when I run over an animal.
Almost cry when I see a dead animal on the side of the road.
Cried when a fish died. Other pets, sure. But a fish?
I am strange.
I was devastated when my fish died - Eleanor Rigby (aka Eleanor of AquaTank). I’d had her for five years. I was starting to think that maybe she just couldn’t die. I’d probably cry if I ran over an animal - I know I take it badly when I see one on the side of the road.
What else? I don’t collect vintage ashtrays because I don’t have the money. However, if I see some bizarre seventies artifact at the Salvation Army, I simply must have it. Like my wall hanging with the burros on it. Or my weird, waifish piggy bank. I check to see if numbers are divisible by three - license plates or any long numbers (my phone number is divisible by three and nine). I thought I put strange songs back-to-back on mix cds and tapes, until I read some of the combinations you guys posted. My selections pale in comparison. Oh, and I love political buttons from the late eighties and early nineties. I have Clinton-Gore, Bush-Quayle (Bush Sr.), and Dukakis-can’t remember right now. For some reason, I find them really funny.
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This reminds me of a comedian I heard on the radio once who started off his routine with “yeah - you know when you get nervous and strangle the hooker?”
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I have thought this for a long time. Don’t know why they don’t use this to say that both evolution and creation could both happen.
I collect Iron Maiden stuff, though I don’t like to pay full price for it so I wait for it to go on sale. Spencers is great for that.
I thought I was the only one who did that. I’ll tailgate a car until I can prime factorize its license plate.
I too collect all things Happy Bunny. My supervisor finally clued in to my lanyard (You suck and must be punished)- I guess it’s not kosher to wear at work. I have T-shirts and pajamas, every sticker, an a few pens.
I also count steps when I walk.
I also play the same album or even the same song over and over again, normally when I’m on the boards actually. For some reason I never get tired of a song for weeks sometimes.
Am I the only one who:
Will listen to an album in the car and drive slower or faster to make sure I hear all of the album for the whole journey time?
Think up random words, assign numbers to the letters (a=1, b=2 etc.) and then add up the totals in my heads.
Got bored one day and decided to walk around my college along the same path about fifteen times. I’m not talking large circles, I mean follow the path a la Forrest Gump and at the end just turn round and walk back.