Every year, on the day before my birthday, I stay up until midnight. At the stroke of midnight, I play, “Happy Birthday” by Weird Al Yankovic. I’ve been doing this since I was about 15. My wife just accepts it as one of those things I do for me.
OK, since we have broached the subject of restaurant quirks…
The first thing I do at a restaurant is check my fork to see if the tines are straight and aligned with each other. I hate the “snaggy” feeling in my mouth if they are crooked. If I can bend them and make them straight, I’ll do it by hand just below the edge of the table. If I need a tool to do it, I’ll pull out my little Leatherman tool that has pliers. If I still can’t straighten them, I will ask for another fork. I end up having to straighten at least 50% of the forks I get. My wife is so used to it that she’ll tell people we’re dining with, “Watch what he does next!”
Chicken the rescue panther is a sweet fellow but he believes everything he reads on the internets. And he’s a bit of a right-winger. We usually have our discussions in the kitchen when I’m fixing dinner.
Is having a shower playlist a quirk? Kidding aside, I have this quirk wherein if I get bumped on one side, I have to hit the other side to make it feel ‘even.’ So if someone bumps my right shoulder as I’m walking on the street, I kind of hit the left one so that I feel balanced
I like to finish things, and I like to collect complete sets of things. I am not one to abandon a book, no matter how bad, in the middle. I keep mostly done puzzle books around since not tossing them still lets me think I can finish the last few. I have thousands of sf magazines in order to have complete sets or almost complete.
I’m not the only one. DAW books were numbered 1 - n for first editions, and when I got to show Elsie Wollheim around the MITSFS library she confirmed that this was intentional to hook collectors like me.