Aaaaah I almost started a thread on this! It bugs me out when I recognize actors from one commercial to another. There’s one guy who I think I’ve seen in like 10 commercials already. Visa check card, some car, Taco Bell, some pizza. It totally weirds me out when this happens.
Love it!
OMG I thought I was the only one! :eek: I get totally obsessive about it, too, like I have to turn EVERY SINGLE ONE blue!
Oh, my stars and garters. I’ve been praying for an infected ingrown hair ever since I popped the last doozy.
Sounds like it’s about time for another Pimple Thread.
I recognize actors/actresses everywhere. Drove my ex crazy (come to think of it, it might be a part of why he’s an ex). I can’t watch a movie without saying, “Who is that?” Which is why http://www.imdb.com is my best friend. Aside from SDMB, of course.
I also have a bizarre obsession with voices. Can’t watch an animated feature, or a voiced-over commercial without having to identify the actor doing the voice work. I have to say I have an uncanny knack at identifying them.
<ot> My husband and I were watching Star Trek Insurrection, and he recognized Ron Perlman under what must have been 4 inches of full facial makeup. How the heck he did it is beyond me, but sure enough it was him. </ot>
:eek: 
Well, I was gonna ask you to marry me, but judging by that last paragraph, I’m a little late.
Wanna be my sister? 
–SSgtBaloo
This thread’s gone three pages, and mine still hasn’t come up. I’m getting worried. Am I the only one who has to keep a sort of ‘symmetry’ in physical contact? For example, if I scratch my right ear, then I have to touch (maybe not a full scratch, but at least a touch) my left ear. Or if I stretch my left leg, I have to stretch my right leg. Here’s another one that just came up: if I make a typo with my right hand, then sometimes I hit bacikspace, make a typo with my left hand, and delete it. I’m 16, and I can remember doing this sort of thing since 1st grade.
Now that might be the best proposal I’ve ever gotten
Am I the only one who hears a woman speaking French in the seconds before I drop off to sleep? Translated, she is saying “I am alouisia.” (Or something that sounds like “alouisia.” I don’t know what “alouisia” means. I don’t think that it is a know French word and yet the sentence doesn’t make sense in French for it to be a name. This has been going on for years.
Do you associate certain people with certain colors? I knew twins, but one of them was blue and the other was pink and gray.
(Sorry if that one has been mentioned. I haven’t yet read all of the thread.)
I do this as well. Napalm Death and Miles Davis were great friends, or at least they are on my CDs.
Yep, that’s me, too. I take the entire number, and get the prime factorization. I really like it if I can divide the license number into two (non-trivial) parts, and one divides into the other. Bonus points (which don’t matter) if it’s at the natural break on the plate (if there is one).
Yes, I do spend 30 minutes commuting each way, why do you ask? See, commute is a mathematical term, so you have to do math while you do it. Especially Fridays.
Welcome to Whose Plate Is It Anyway? Where the numbers are made up and the points don’t matter…
Our next game: “License plate hoedown!”
"Da DA DA Da-Da doo doo dum-dum dum-dum da…
Well I was driving one day,
in the traffic I was stuck.
Coming back from work,
where I tried to make a buck.
I stared at the numbers
on the next car’s license plate…
Look at that, both parts
were divisible by eight."
Back to the OP: Am I the only one who comes up with “Whose Line” style games for everything he hears?
Diviiiiisible by eeeeight!
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Am I the only one who hears a woman speaking French in the seconds before I drop off to sleep? Translated, she is saying “I am alouisia.” (Or something that sounds like “alouisia.” I don’t know what “alouisia” means. I don’t think that it is a know French word and yet the sentence doesn’t make sense in French for it to be a name. This has been going on for years.
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Zoe, Lord knows I value you and your presence on these boards and find you to be a really nice gal. But I’m also not afraid to say that the above story is BATSHIT CRAZY.
Although I do sometimes find myself repeating phrases to myself before I fall asleep. Real simple ones. I was stuck for three solid weeks muttering “I am married to Brian Urlacher” for minutes at a time.
Made the husband downright JOYOUS.
I do that too, Calliope. I guess I’m just a number person at heart. (“I am not free… I am a NUMBER MAN!” or something like that.)
Well, not the curling iron thing. But the counting thing.
Not exactly, but some times I wonder if I can tune into other people’s thoughts lie an AM radio right before I go to sleep. I be thinking about something normal, then I’ll have a thought that doesn’t seem like mine. I mean odd things, like thinking about something I want to do in the morning is intrupted by " And now it’s time for the flogging of the long shoremen" or " The people lining up over there in that cubicle are going to be shot by the queen." Then, after a very brief puzzlement, I either go back to the earlier thought, or fall asleep. It’s probably something to do with shallow dream states.
I think the solar system is an atom too. I know it doesn’t make sense but they are just too similar to be coincidence. Not only that, but if you could “move up a level” and look at the universe from outside you would see lots of mini universes orbiting a large central universe.
Another weird thing I think is that humans once had fur. It seems odd how we’re the only apes that don’t have fur. I think we had fur when we lived in the forests and we lost it when we moved out onto the plains.
But we’ve kept a species memory of the time when we had fur and we feel guilty for losing it - as though we have somehow betrayed our species (the rest of the apes). This guilt is why we wear clothes, we are trying to regain our fur. Also all religions stem from this fact. Religions seem to make a big deal about how we lost our innocence in some way and how we must live life in a certain way in order to make it up to God. What we are in fact “making up for” is the guilt we feel because we left the forest and lost our fur.
I know this theory is probably wrong but it’s just too neat for it to be untrue. It explains everything.
[QUOTE=Zoe]
Am I the only one who hears a woman speaking French in the seconds before I drop off to sleep? Translated, she is saying “I am alouisia.” (Or something that sounds like “alouisia.” I don’t know what “alouisia” means. I don’t think that it is a know French word and yet the sentence doesn’t make sense in French for it to be a name. This has been going on for years.QUOTE]
No voices, but I do hear loud sounds right before falling asleep. It’s called Exploding Head Syndrome (cool, huh?). Doors slamming, gunshots, and buzzsaws randomly sound in my head.
Ha, I’m 20 and I do the same sort of thing. When I was a kid I’d have an obsession with symmetry with textures I walked on. If I was coming to a divide between, say, brick and concrete, I’d make sure that my right foot is the last to step on the brick, and start the concrete with my left foot. Stepping ON the boundary between both was out of the question. This also meant that when walking down the sidewalk, I’d position each step to make sure I didn’t step on the boundaries between each tile. I’ve tried to get myself to stop doing this in recent years, but whenever I do I feel a bit uncomfortable.
I also do the symmetry scratch thing sometimes, but not the typo thing.