I have no idea why this is, but for the longest time I would crack my knuckles at the movies. I think it may have something to do with it being the only chance I’d had to sit down and be still during the day or something. I never even realised I was doing it until the friend I usually went to the movies with started holding her hands up and making exaggerated (sp?) “Krrrrrk! Krrrrrk!” noises. Oh, also, instead of looking up the correct spelling of a word I put (sp?) after it. 
It’s hard to choose between my perfection or my modesty. I’ll let YOU choose.
Oh yeah? Well, I’ve got more humility in my little finger…
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I’m sure I have annoying habits that are hard to get rid of. My son, on the other hand, has some hope. He’s 7 and has started making squishy noises with his mouth almost continuously.This is not a dental problem. Will he drop this, or should I keep yelling at him as I have been doing for weeks now?
Spinoza…yep. Remember the “if it’s important, write it in Latin” thing of that time? Benedict is the Latin translation of Baruch (I’m not sure the meanings are precisely the same, but that’s what they used for it.)
Contemporaries: Karl von Linne’ AKA Carolus Linnaeus, and Joachim Neander, who wrote the same music as Johannes Neumann.
My bad habits:
- I snort. Not like a pig, just a little delicate snort to get the constant PND out of the back of my throat. My hubby doesn’t seem to understand that there is NO OTHER WAY for it to come out and just despises it! I try not to do it when he’s around but…
- I finish people’s sentences! OOOOOh, this’ a biggie! I’m really trying hard though! I figure if I finish your sentences it’s for one of two reasons: 1) your boring me stiff and/or talking to slow and I want you to hurry up (I talk and think fast) 2)I’m totally into your conversation and really excited about getting to the next part.
Albeit, it is very rude! - I have an opinion about everything. Of course, I personally don’t think this is a problem, but some people do. Aww, screw 'em!
Other than that, though, I’m perfect in every way. Just ask me!
And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss
of one weak creature makes a void in any heart, so
wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth
of vast eternity can fill it up!
-Charles Dickens “Dombey and Son”
i can’t look at pointy things, such as pencils or pens used as gesture aids. this is particularly noisome in job interviews or important meetings in which some mucky-muck is aiming some such gesticulation my way and i can either 1) screw up my face like i have something in my eye or 2) ask them to please not point at me. either way, i know i’m not winning brownie points.
BG: as long as it’s a cute snort that goes with your personality
I have absolutely no short term memory, and often walk into a room with a mission, only to forget what the hell that mission was.
Guess that’s not really a habit but…
hm.
“Argue for your limitations; sure enough, they’re yours.”
I’m obsessed with cooking, When it’s bre3akfast i think of the meals for the rest of the day. It really bugs people when you’re sitting down to breakfast and I say “what should we have for dinner?”
Don’t let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey.
i knew a woman I would facetiously address as George." She would really blow up at that! (“My name is Sheila!!!”) And when we were going to go to some restaurant or store once, she asked if I was ready, and, remembering a comment I added to an open recording I made of a Victor Borge performance (off an album), I said “Ready whenn you are, Borge!” She blew up at me again.
With a name like Sheila, she should have gone with it. Did she have no sense of humor? I mean, people call me “Ed” sometimes (not many nicknames for Eden) but I don’t blow up at them.
cue for everyone named Sheila to flame me
what am i doing here? who are you people?
Actually, more often I referred to her not as Sheila (her given name) but as Shanna, given her by a godparent. (Rhymes with Dana.) I guess if she were to address me as Gertrude or Lucinda I might bridle. (I apologize to all the Gertrudes and Lucindas among the Teeming Millions–please don’t flame me about this!!)
“If you drive an automobile, please drive carefully–because I walk in my sleep.”–Victor Borge
OfficeGirl…you remind me of the joke about the Old Lady and the Minister:
Old Lady:…And I think the pews smell bad!
Minister: At your age, you should be worrying about the hereafter!
Old Lady: Why, I do that already! Every time I walk into a roon, I think, what am I here after?
In my house we are convinced his name was Cheech…
The reason gentlemen prefer blondes is that there are not enough redheads to go around.
I would never be convinced of that, Sassy. I’ve heard some of Cheech and Chong’s stuff. I regret never having read Spinoza like Kurt did…
This reminds me of a bit of dialog from Benson.
(Pete Downing, the press secretary, has decided to start looking as stylish and trendy as the insufferable Clayton. Part of this is that he has added a mustache, that looks like the one Groucho Marx put on with greaspaint.)
BENSON: What’s that on your upper lip?
PETE: It’s a mustache. What does it look like?
BENSON: It looks like you’ve been snorting charcoal briquettes!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 