I can:
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Burp very loudly on command with no help from carbonation or anything else. This works wonderfully to get out of bad dates early.
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I can name most 80’s radio pop songs by title and artist within the first few notes.
When I move from a neighboorhood, it becomes trendy and nice within a few years after my departure. And if it was already ok, it becomes even better.
I live in a tough part of town right now. I’m sure my neighboors would like me to move so my special powers of urban improvement would kick in.
I have the power of predicting when my microwave will beep within 2 seconds virtually every time. For example, I put a frozen lasagna in there for 12 minutes, watch tv for a while, get up, walk over, and right as I reach it… beep.
It’s uncanny.
I can wake up exactly one minute before the alarm goes off. No matter what time I set it for or how many hours of sleep I get, I almost always wake up right before the alarm goes off. This is slightly less useful than being able to predict when lasagna will be done but it’s all I’ve got.
I’ve timed myself, and have managed to go without blinking for up to 20 minutes without blinking. This really isn’t useful at all, but I have never been beaten in a staring contest. Ever.
I can guess the time very accurately without a watch nearby, usually within about 3 minutes (kid you not - ask (former)Roommate - he’ll confirm this.
I can dialate the pupils of my eyes at will, even in bright sunlight (ask (former)Roommate - freaks him out a lot 
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I have an uncanny sense of direction, even when driving on windy twisty roads - I can tell which way is north (confirmed by (former)Roommate’s pocket compass).
Like other people in this thread, I also know, nine times out of ten, what time it is within fifteen or twenty minutes.
My really impressive useless power can be demonstrated by the following dialogue exchange, which took place five or six years ago. Situation: My brother and I are flipping channels on television.
Me: (flips to new channel, look at program for two seconds; it’s a random bit of slapstick with no recognizable actors) “This looks like Crimewave.”
Brother: “Is that a TV show?”
Me: “No, it’s a movie. Directed by Sam Raimi.”
Brother: “Is it any good?”
Me: “Don’t know, never seen it.”
Brother: (boggles)
It’s sort of a game with me to flip through the movie channels and identify the movie within a few seconds. I can do this even if I haven’t seen the movie.
Also, I remember just about everything I see in movie or TV form. I can repeat a movie back to you after seeing it, scene for scene, shot for shot, sometimes line by line and edit by edit. Also, if my wife and I are flipping channels, and we come across a TV show we have watched, I know instantly whether we’ve seen that specific episode. She has no idea how I know, but if she insists on sticking with it, she’ll say a couple of minutes later, “Oh yeah, I remember this now.”
Have a unique power that amazes all who have ever had the privilege to witness it.
I can walk around my house carrying a laundry basket. When I encounter an errant sock or pair of underwear on the floor I grasp it with the prehensile toes of my right foot and perform a funny little backwards kick – tossing the errant piece of clothing high up in an arc over my right shoulder – plunk right in the laundry basket! I never miss.
Alas, the X-men nor the Fantastic Four have yet to contact me.
Inky- I would pay good money to see that.
I would pay more good money if you would perform that trick at my house (eyeing the various bits of laundry that the cat has strewn about in her ambush of the laundry basket)…
I have two seemingly contradictory abilities:
I become invisible whenever I need assistance. If I am in a store and need a question answered, or need to know where something is, I can walk up to any store employee and be totally ignored for ten minutes, or until my patience runs out.
I am a walking information booth. Wherever I go, people come up to me and ask me for directions. This happens to me in stores, on the street and in Las Vegas casinos (seriously, the first time I went to the Rio I wasn’t there fifteen minutes before somebody walked up to me and asked where they could catch the shuttle to Harrah’s).
Would you like to see a collectible item drop in value? Just tell me what it is and I’ll start collecting it and the value will drop into the basement in no time!
I can pop almost every major joint in my body, too – it really got on my drama teacher’s nerves. She had this thing about people popping joints, among many other things. Shoulders, elbows, wrists, neck, thoracic vertabrae, lumbar vertabrae, ankles, fingers and especially the knees. I’ve even managed to pop my jaw and hips once, but those weren’t at all intentional and hurt like crazy. When I wake up and stretch in the mornings, I sound like a box of pencils being crushed in a trash compactor.
I suppose I could use that to fight crime, but I don’t want arthritis when I graduate college.
I also have the uncanny ability to say things with seriously embarrassing sexual overtones, without any such thoughts ever crossing my mind and without ever intending to do so. I’m about as asexual as a teenager could get without being a eunuch and am most certainly not a pervert, but try telling that to the girl that I unwittingly asked for a lapdance when pretending to be Santa Claus…
(insert, ehh, put in, I mean, stick on… ahh forget it, make embarrassed smilie appear on screen)
I have never admitted this because it sounds so new-agey, but I’ve found that when some part of my body is hurting, it turns out my son is hurt there. It’s happened often enough to intrigue me, although it’s likely I’m just picking up vibes from his discomfort without really thinking about them, and then subconsciously adopting psychosomatic aches and pains.
When I worked in admissions and traveled a lot, I used to have an uncanny sense of how to find a high school that I’d never been to before. I’d make some guesses on where to turn and I’d end up close or right on the spot many times.
Ah! The true value in my talent lies in the fact that I have two Golden Retriever dogs.
The “Retriever” part of the breed’s name isn’t frivolous. When they greet you in the morning or when you come home from work their attitude is “Hello!! Hello!! I love you so much that I have to go retrieve something fo you!!” and off they go, in search of a tennis ball, a gamey sock, a loose pair of underpants, etc. Hence my home is scattered with loose laundry.
I’m the guy everyone wants to be “just friends” with. Grr…
I can also burp on command, and am the only person in my family of six who cannot. My mother, surprisingly enough, is actually jealous.
I am beginning to acquire the skill my father has of seeing a random person in a movie and being able to list five movies they were in, possibly their education background, and random things like that. I can already do that with sports figures (not the movies, but accomplishments and such). ESPN Classic is my friend…
I can make my favorite sporting teams win by betting against them.
I am a fish
My special power is to draw all the crazies out from the woodwork when I walk down the street.
If they are insane, they will come speak to me.
I’ve thought about using this power for good and working in a mental hospital. I figure if the staff plans to release someone I can just stand in the hallway. The staff then has the patient walk by me. If they stop to chat, they stay.
My mostly useless talent for everyday use, is spatial orientation. usefull if I’m flying a plane or glider (to know if I’m inverted or on a high banking climb, etc) , but on the ground all I can do is tell you which way is up