I have a color-coded spreadsheet tracking my Christmas present buying progress.
The funny part of this is when, a few years back, I went to a few tapings of The Price is Right (lived in LA, had a friend who really really wanted to get on the show, and he finally did, yay!) and was almost afraid to yell advice because what if they did hear me and I was wrong?
I will cuddle a friendly snake, be it a boa or python or whatever. I’m very small, so it better not be a huge snake unless there’s somebody else to help keep said snake from accidentally strangling me, but I like snakes.
Apparently because I walk up and down escalators instead of just standing there like a lobotomized gibbon. People tend to turn around and stare at me with a mixture of confusion and horror when I walk past them.
Many reasons:
Most of the Lego in the house is mine, not my kids’. There are many “daddy’s toys” that the kids aren’t allowed to play with.
I know more about Disneyland than any non-Disney-employee has a right to know.
I love medieval literature, history, art–Hell, anything medieval.
I take every Halloween off from work so that I have time to set up my garage haunt. Then I hang out and scare the piss out of the trick-or-treaters.
I’ve got enough Heroscape figures to choke a horse with.
My idea of a fun vacation is a 25 day long backpacking trip.
Gosh, too many to list but how about:
I painted my house hot pink.
I have shoes worth more than my car.
Related to that, I drive an almost 20 year old beater and don’t give a crap that it doesn’t look “professional”.
I don’t have any desire to get married and don’t mind not being in a relationship.
I collect (and display publicly) concrete dinosaur statues.
I enclosed a two car garage to make a playroom for my cats. My office is the former tool room. The eight cats and I are quite happy out here, thank you.
Loon!
Hmmm…
[del]I know that there isn’t really a vast conspiracy to remind me that I can’t fit in with “normal” society.[/del]
More in keeping with the OP
Because I can spend an hour (til The Monster gets bored) populating an imaginary cardboard castle.
Because I will sing Gilbert & Sullivan pieces sotto voce in places like the grocery store. Or Tom Lehrer.
Because I smile when I greet the bus driver.
Nothing wrong with that - I too like the zip of the quinine 
- You lost me at ‘sprouts’
- You are nutty!
Put it up on YouTube! 
I amuse small children with my ant impression (place fists on forehead and wiggle two fingers …)
Anyway I must be really weird to Americans.
I don’t have a car 
I don’t know how to drive :smack: :eek:
If it weren’t for the eyes, I’d get one.
You need to take them out to dinner next Friday the 13th!
Hm, how many of these things already mentioned do I do? I sing in the grocery and I like snakes (and cats! ).
The only time anyone has every pointedly told me I was weird was once with a group of girlfriends, I allowed that I was currently growing out my armpit hair just to see what it’s like.
“Only you, Ellen,” one of them said.
Ahh, the tree man. I didn’t post in that thread because I didn’t want to seem insensitive. The poor guy has obviously suffered as a result of his affliction… but in a really strange way, all I feel is awe. It’s kind of like a miracle.
Sorry, mate. Once, when I implied that his hug would make me melt into a puddle, he told me he was going to scoop me into a container and wait until I resolidified so he could hug me all over again. We were meant to be.
I nominate Czarcasm for bull goose looney.
On second thought, being a mod for the SDMB more or less automatically makes you the bull goose looney, doesn’t it?
I desperately want to take you shopping with me. I need a minion.
$50K a year and all the virgins you can violate, but we have a dental plan. If you’re interested, send us a resume.
I want to marry him, and I’m not even gay. As far as anyone knows.
Regards,
Shodan
Perhaps the homosexual recruitment drive hasn’t reached your neighborhood yet. But I’m sure they have an 800 number, and would be willing to do some long-distance counseling and outreach.
Take off the eyes? (Though my inner child screams at the thought…)
I just love it, it’s very cozy.
I send my parents a What to Do if I Die letter regularly, to replace the last one. I thought it was quite practical until a friend said “Just when I think I know how weird you are, you say something like that.”
Outreach? Is that different from reach-around?
But I let a couple of nice-looking young men into my house a few months ago. I thought they might be Jehovah’s Witnesses, but they were too fashionably dressed, and instead of quoting the King James Bible to me, they kept telling me “this green shag carpet has got to go”.
It didn’t go anywhere, since I am not subscribing to any of those magazines, even if they get a toaster for it. Very pleasant people. They send me a lot of e-mail now offering to introduce me to their friend, Dirty Sanchez.
Regards,
Shodan
I’m kind of obsessed with all things German . . .
Actually, I tend to have a very obsessive personality, and talk endlessly about my current mental occupation (right now, it’s Argentinian women)
Gestalt
Back off, man! She gets to reject me first! :: snort :: paws ground ::
(Olives, you became one of my Hopeless Doper Crushes when you mentioned your amoeba impression. )
One of my favourite meals is “scrambled amoeba”: hamburger hash and mashed potatoes, all mixed together. I also like peanut butter on hot dogs.