Haha, I was deciding on whether I should put that circle in or not. It makes all the difference, I don’t want everyone thinking that I’m a flat-chested stick figure!
I have a fairly resonant voice and can make up these amazing dramatic dialogs between characters while showering doing all the voices, but when I hop out the magic is all gone.
When crossing a street, I can tell ahead of time which foot will land on the curb. Unless I try to think about it.
:D:D:D
I can play Paul Simon’s “Feelin’ Groovy” while seated with my back to the piano, so I’m playing it with my hands behind my back. (Or I used to be able to, I haven’t tried it in years.)
I can imitate a car alarm.
I’m exceptionally good at unravelling tangled wires, threads and cables. The last one is actually pretty handy.
Oh yes! I can untangle Slinkies. Plastic or metal, doesn’t matter, I can sort the bugger out.
My right eyebrow can do this…I have no influence over when it rises; it seems to have a mind of his own. rising only to undermine me in conversation…you know stories about having the devils right eye? Sometimes I fear I carry the antichrist on my brow
I can fold cootie catchers. And I have been compiling the fulltext of acronyms for years now, not having anticipated that teh internets would make this obsolete.
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Well, according to my family anyway, wherever we are I always have what is needed in my bag be it batteries, band-aids, or birthday candles. (Also stuff that starts with other letters of the alphabet.)
I have double jointed thumbs. I hav yet to decide whether I shall use them for good or evil.
I do a pretty good impression of Mr Hankey, The Christmas Poo, from South Park.
I can burp at will. I also have the loudest hiccups, but I can’t do that at will. I once stopped a stage show with them.
Two talents that get you nowhere in life.
Ooh, this reminds me that I am double jointed in all of my fingers and I can hyper extend them as well. It really grossed people out in elementary school but hasn’t been overly useful since then.
I’m pigeon-toed so I can do some weird stuff. Like I can turn my feet in and touch my toes. And then keep going and touch my heels. Imagine touching your toes and then continuing to move your feet so the sides touch and then finally until the heels touch. It’s kinda hard to describe.
Also, when I bend my legs back, my feet don’t go straight up to the back of my leg. Since my bones are slightly turned, they go off to the side and people get freaked out.
In general, though, my pigeon-toedness is not noticeable.
People’s pets love me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “Dude, my dog growls at everyone but you.” For some reason, all I have to do is put out my hand, and any manner of cat or dog will lick and nuzzle it.
Me, too. I was in a house the other day and saw a cat sitting off in the kitchen. I said, “Hi, kitty” and made those kissy noises to get her to come to me. Her owner said, “Oh, she’s a mean cat. She doesn’t let anyone pet her and hisses at everyone.”
Not only did I get the cat to come to me and be petted, but when I stood up, she twined around my legs and then reached up and patted me, wanting to be petted some more.
I, too, have this gift. I am the human thesaurus.
I can make the sound of one hand clapping.
I have the amazing :rolleyes: ability to always get in the shortest checkout line at any store.
I don’t know if it’s a talent, per se, but I have an aura of evil.
It’s not that I look menacing, or that I cut a particularly imposing figure; there is apparently just something inarticulably dark about my presence that throws people off guard to varying degrees. More than one person – as in, the majority of people I’ve gotten to know since age 18 or so – has confirmed this, most of them unprompted, after having known me for a while (at which point, it seems, the effect fades once they realize I’m harmless).
Nobody has yet been able to explain to me what exactly it is. I’m told it’s not my mannerisms, or conversational style, or…well, anything I could actually use to prevent it. Believe me, it’s not something I try to foster; I don’t much care for, say, having a new coworker actively run away from me on my second day…which has happened, although the girl who did this became a good friend within about a month.
Yo, Skald, any chance of an evil-ectomy? You’re welcome to the damned thing if you want it.
I can reach stuff in really low places (like under couches), without going to all the trouble of lying down on the floor first. I am double jointed in both elbows (well - only the right one now. My tennis elbow has seriously decreased my range-of-motion in my left). If I put my arms out to the sides and let them do their thing, I end up looking like a seagull. Thanks to this, I can easily get down on my knees, bend my arm at a strange angle, and reach all those things other people can’t reach.
I am a tick-puller. I didn’t ask for this honor. My mother used to pay me a quarter to pull ticks off my sisters (I have no clue why they had them and I never did). I never told anyone this - it’s not something to be particularly proud of. Imagine my surprise when I got a call from my (then) boyfriend’s sister, “One of the dogs has a tick, can you come over and pull it off?”
I told her I wanted my quarter first.