I have a compulsion to spoof songs or poems that annoy me in some way. Most aren’t very good, but I think that my rendition of Beowulf is a major improvement on the original.
I have a massive fear of driving (both from the possibility of injuring myself and others). I live in LA.
I regularly strike up conversations with proselytizing nutters on campus: Hare Krishnas, Jehovah’s Witnesses, communists, LaRouchies, Objectivists, you name it. LaRouchies tend to be the most fun.
I frequently watch Starcraft broadcasts into the night, occasionally until dawn, in spite of sucking irredeemably at the game and being able to understand maybe a tenth of the commentary.
When I teach grammar, I try to focus on subject matter that the kids will find diverting. For instance, when it came to subject/predicate, this is what my classroom sounded like:
Me: “Read the sentence. Okay, what’s the subject?”
Kids: “Vampires.”
Me: “And the predicate?”
Kids: “Drink human blood.”
Or
Me: “Subject?”
Kids: “Zombies.”
Me: “Predicate?”
Kids: “Eat human brains.”
These days, when I bring the first or second graders in from lunch to go to Art, I have them do a silly walk, ala Monty Python. I also use a laughably bad eastern European accent during lectures. If anyone bumps there head (happens at least once every two weeks), I tell them I have to check on something, try to pull their head off their neck, and then tell them that it’s still connected.
I occasionally run through movie dialog to myself and sometimes forget that I’m not alone. Kind of freaked out some poor lady in Starbuck’s parking lot when I did Yzma’s lines from The Emperor’s New Groove. “…and then, I’m going to KILL you! Is that my voice? Is that my voice?” while making a clawhand.
My students think I’m very, very strange. This suits me.
If I could have my brain transferred into an ape body, I would. Hell, I get all excited thinking about what it would be like to be a rabbit, running through the woods, exploring all the little trails. I wanna be a were-something!
I used to walk around barefoot with my heels up in the air, pretending my feet were hooves. I was perhaps 7.
I also get excited during thunder and snowstorms (unless I actually have to clean my car).
I’ve mentioned this one before but I’m a huge, big fan of bitter melon.
My relatives think I am either crazy, infertile or “playing for the other team” because I’m not married yet. I am the last unmarried girl over the age of 21 on both sides of the family so the curiousity about me is at a fever pitch. I don’t think I field a single call from a relative that isn’t related to my Curious State (not pregnancy, spinsterhood).
I diagram my emotions.
I get worked up about stuff in books…like how does one tesser, etc.?
I’m what is referred to as a “Disney Maniac” in Japan:
Waiting 10-12 hours at Tokyo Disneyland for a new 15-minute night show or parade to start.
Taking over 500 pictures of Disney characters each time I visit the park, which is about 5-6 times a month.
Running a Tokyo Disney Resort fansite for the past 7-plus years which provides photos, commentary, news, video all for free.
When my boss (in my real job) asks me to take a business trip or start a project, I check the Tokyo Disney Resort schedule first so that I can determine my availability.
