Please bear in mind that I think all of these things are perfectly normal. It’s you weirdos out there that think I’m crazy. 
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[li]I cut up my pancakes into eighths, pizza-style, before eating each wedge.[/li][li]I get excited about watching professional bowling on television.[/li][li]I despise chocolate.[/li][li]I’m not attracted to Angelina Jolie.[/li][/ul]
I would rather watch a really bad horror movie than a good, Oscar-worthy drama.
I’m metabolically incapable of ordering the same thing as someone else at a restaurant.
I sometimes bust out with random little dances while I’m doing mundane tasks like washing dishes.
When I drink a soda with ice, I like the ice better than the soda.
Non sequiturs and cheese.
I heat up cold coffee in the microwave and then put ice cubes in it.
I write Pirates of the Caribbean and Doctor Who fanfiction, and I am 30 years old.
I just started smoking again after having quit for eight months.
Yesterday I abruptly forgot how to count to three. In front of my program manager, no less. Most embarrassing.
I type out everything I say in my mind.
I build forts in the living room out of tables and blankets, and I am 30 years old.
I get “premonitions” about things, and usually obey them.
There’s much, much more but that’s about as high as I feel like flying my freak flag this morning.
-I am never happier than when I am watching some sort of educational movie or television. I once stayed up until 4 in the morning when I had to work the next day because I was watching a special on the history of math.
-I love showtunes and 80’s retro hits and consider them superior to all other forms of music.
-I buy christmas presents and stocking stuffers for my kitties, wrap them up and place them under the tree as if I were giving them to people.
Are the eyes take-off-able?
Just other people at the same table, or do you survey the entire place before figuring out what to order?
Actually most of the really crazy things I do, nobody knows about.
But the ones people do know:
I shout at the TV.
I don’t eat potatoes. Or drink anything carbonated.
For the longest time I had no interest in dating.
I make up my own languages. And nearly all of them are related to Thundercats.
I wear kimono (not as often as I would like)
I go barefoot. Outside. Once in the snow (for, like, two minutes)
For a while, when I was chatting I’d do two or three people at once (myself, Felino, and Mya-chama). Just for fun. And I’d what and see if anybody would figure out they were all me. Now I never chat so it doesn’t come up.
I keep campaigning in my son’s Cub Scout pack for an adult “Open Class” in the Pinewood Derby.
I spend way too much time in front of this d@## computer!
All of my jokes are corny; the rest of my humor is usually too dry to be caught. Stephen Wright is my hero.
After I made a sidewalk at my kids’ school, I pointed out to the teachers that one side was hyperbolic, just in case they wanted to go outside for a geometry class. I think that conic sections are introduced at the junior high school level around here.
I wanted to build a couple of “whispering walls” (two walls with the apexes of a parabola carved into each one) at the school as well, but nothing came of it.
I like cartoon shows like King of the Hill and Monsters Inc., not because I think that they’re funny but because of how accurate they are in depicting the social dynamics of their subjects (Yes, I work in a factory and live in Texas. That’s why I picked them as examples.)
I walk around the (quiet, residential, but traffic-y) neighborhood singing 1930s pop tunes. Not only is it excellent vocal practice, but I can gauge the aerobic intensity of my walking by the fact that I’m just a little bit too winded to sustain the long notes.
I have waaay too many collections (latest: leather flight jackets).
I enjoy having clean dishes and clothes but will not not NOT put them away.
She mentions amoebas and the men are all snorting and pawing over Olives. I mention armpit hair and I get NUTTIN!
You all have no taste. 
Might be a little tough, they seem to be glued on quite well (and I’m not going to pull too hard on mine) but not impossible.
Well, you have to understand that unlike armpit hair, the cilia on amoebas doesn’t just sit there looking pretty – it’s a propulsion system! No offense, but you’re going to have a hard time competing with that.
Heh. It just counts for the people with me.
People think I am nuts because:
I have a “superheroine-in-peril” fetish. I commission artists to draw Wonder Woman or my character Panther Girl getting knocked out and captured by supervillains.
I am an H. P. Lovecraft fan and have several different Cthulhu plushes and figures on my desk.
I am a big “Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman” fan and have her as my screensaver.
I love cephalopods – nothing excites me more (well, except for superheroine knockout/capture scenes!) than watching a good Giant Squid special on the Discovery Channel.
I enjoy going to movies alone.
I enjoy going out to restaurants alone, especially if I can take a magazine or book and read.
Long ago, it was established that I was “simply not quite right.”
Among other things, I:
write on walls as part of some form of insane creative process (3M came out with those gigantic poster-sized sticky notes. These are fantastic. As is chalkboard paint.) I have been doing this since I was a child. I even develop screenplays that way.
tend to be a fount of useless information and it freaks many people out
name inanimate objects and talk to them (we have full conversations)
lapse into various accents at random while shopping, just to freak out the natives. Leads to the embarrassment of my better half, but the great amusement of fellow theatre/entertainment coworkers who usually join in. Hilarity ensues.
I study rather complex mathematics with my father (a mathematician and university professor) for fun. This also leads me to write on walls. A lot. Yes, for FUN. I consider this (and tutoring a handful of Grade 7-12 students in math and physics) relaxing.
Me? Weird? Just a little.
I wouldn’t go to Disneyland or any other theme park even if the tickets were free.
Oops! I forgot some stuff…
I grow my pinky fingernails long, and I do not snort cocaine. I have no real reason to grow them long, I just find it amusing for some reason.
One of my very favorite resaurants is Hooters, to the dismay of some of my more respectable, politically-correct colleagues. I enjoy going there with the latest issue of Fortean Times, and showing the odd pictures to the waitresses. I almost always get the chocolate mousse pie for dessert, and take a picture of the waitress as she brings me the cake. I have amassed quite a collection of “Hooters girls with cake” pics!
I have collected comics since I was about ten (started around 1970). I have a whole room of my house devoted to comics storage.
I have a collection of medieval weapons, or replicas of them. All my swords, spears, axes, maces, etc. are kept in my bedroom.
I have stuffed animals on my bed. Two cows, Sylvester the Cat, Bugs Bunny, a lamb, and a koala. Also, I bring a Cthulhu plush, a “Dracthulhu” plush, and a “Little Hoot” Hooters Owl to work with me every morning to place on my desk at work. At night, I bring them home with me.
I enjoy going to Church every Sunday morning so I can sing. My regular voice is baritone/tenor, but I enjoy singing the soprano line in falsetto – unfortunately, I have noticed lately that my high voice has deteriorated somewhat from its “glory days”, which is a bit upsetting.
I may think of more stuff later…
The bones are the best part of any drink! And you have to crunch them to get the yummy insides.