Black pens only. No blue. If a blue pen is picked up, it is droped after only a letter or number. It’s just me. And no blue foods.
So I guess Leatherman shops at the toolshed ™ redboss.
My weird contribution? I used to be a Scientologist (I also used to think that Donny Osmond was hot, but I digress).
Something that cracks my fiance up. Whenever anyone gets anywhere close to my ear, I get goosebumps on that side of my body. For example, if he kisses my left ear, I get goosebumps on my left arm and leg. My right side looks completely normal.
** Reprise **, I had crushes on John Schneider (Bo Duke) and Michael J. Fox as a kid.
Well, I really can’t think of any blue foods off hand but I just won’t eat white foods. Cottage cheese, marshmallows, sour cream, cream cheese, homony, whipped cream…and the list goes on. BTW, I recognize bread as off white.
I look for patterns and pairings everywhere! I find this becomes a background obsession when I’m preoccupied - if I’m mulling over a problem or situation, part of my brain is taking in my surroundings and trying to balance whatever is there - placement of lamps, shape of shrubs, number of items on a shelf. Sometimes I go so far as to rearrange things to suit whatever sense of symmetry takes over at that moment. I know it drives my husband nuts because he may be working on something and I wander in and get to organizing it…
I’ve given up trying to understand why my brain works the way it does. I do try to control this quirk in public, tho… I expect museum curators would become a tad pissed if I took it upon myself to modify their displays.
Wait a sec - let me straighten up those CDs on your desk… no really, I don’t mind…
eeesh
I left my house this morning and was assaulted by a hail of paintballs. Peeking over the sheild of my handbag, I see a phalanx of PETA people reloading their paintguns and taking aim at me.
Why? I cry to the heavens as am buffeted by another volley of red paint, Why are these ethical people who treat animals with respect attacking me in this manner? Then I open this thread and see that Uke sent them.
I would like to state for the record that I never murdered any doves, although I admit I stood idly by while the carnage was wreaked around me.
I bend pennies.
and, NO, not with my mind. But I’d like to see Uri Geller try to do it!
It’s my “bar-bet” thing.
I can take a standard US one-cent coin in my hands and bend it.
Granted, it’s not a 90 degree bend, and I can’t fold a penny in half. But I’ve yet to meet anyone who can do it too.
I will not eat any food with a soft crunchy texture. That means no apples, cucumbers, water chestnuts, jicama, etc. It gives me the willies.
Haj
I also have three nipples.
Ice Pops, those long plastic, solid kool aid type things? They make me cough.
I can’t sleep with a blanket over my head, ever…because of an unnatural fear of ‘bludgeoning’.
Whenever I see Paul Sorvino I sing his name to the tune of “Hey…Macarena!” try it.
“IIIII’mmm Paul Sorvino!” it works and it’ll get stuck in your head.
jarbaby
I arrange all of my CDs so that, when you open them, they’re oriented the same way. All some ungodly hundreds of them.
I constantly imagine geometric shapes out of the furniture of rooms I’m inhabiting. Don’t actually do anything about it. I just imagine it.
And Mrs Chance thinks it’s really weird that I insist on keeping bread in the refrigerator.
Whenever I enter a room or building, the first thing I do is plan my escape. Big James Bond type escapes. The longer I am in a room, the more elaborate the escape will become.
For example, to escape from my church, I would climb up the crucifix, grab hold of the ceiling cross-beam, tight-rope walk across it until I was at the center, then jump onto the railing of the choir loft. Run along the edge of that (dodging bullets as necessary) jump and grab onto the chandelier, get it swinging really good then release and summersault through the octagonal stained glass window.
Now I’m very curious what Skittles is??
What I know, we don’t have them in Sweden,
but I could of course have missed them.
have to remembe to cheek it out next time in US.
Anyone that can try to explain what it is to me??
Skittles…food of the Gods. I can eat one pound bags of them all at once.
They’re little chewy fruit candies, the size of m&ms, almost like teeny tiny Starbursts (do you have those?)
They now have SOUR Skittles, which, for my money, is the best candy out there.
jarbaby
Whenever I eat something that tastes strongly of butter or salt, I cough.
In fact, just thinking about butter makes me cough. I coughed as I wrote these three sentences.
Strong chocolate flavors and the taste of cough syrup both make me sneeze.
I’ve got vitiligo (permanent loss of pigment) on my chin. It’s even taken some of the color out of my lower lip. I have dealt with this little issue by becoming verrrrry pale all over, so I don’t look like I tanned w/ my tongue hanging out of my mouth.
I have to shake the milk jug before I open and pour the milk.
I eat Skittles and M&Ms precisely the way Crunchy Frog reported he eats them.
When served a sandwich at a restaurant, I have to remove all ingredients and put them back on perfectly stacked and centered. Any condiments must be smeared evenly.
I can predict with amazing accuracy what song will come next when the cd’s on “shuffle”.
BWAHAHAHAHHAah…and now finally, we know Fiver’s weakness…
minions! BRING THE PIN POINT ACCURACY BUTTER RAY…
jarbaby
In high school I broke the pointer finger of my right hand, but never had the break fixed. Instead, the bones of my finger fused together as the break healed and I can’t bend my finger at the middle knuckle. The finger is also bent such that I can very nearly point around corners. AFter all these years I’ve become used to it, but try it sometime. Just point your finger straight out and try to go about your daily life. You’ll gain a new found respect for that simple digit.
All of you Simpsons fans out there will remember that Krusty the Klown, too, has a superfluous third nipple. That’s how Lisa and Bart recognized him (in addition to the scar for his mutliple heart by-pass operations)when he attempted to run away and live the life of a vagabond sailor.
If I lay down on my back and stretch my left leg as far as it will go, it will start to shake rapidly up and down. My wife calls this “squirreling.” Don’t ask me why. She thinks it’s incredibly cute and so I do it for her…
Zev Steinhardt
I do that too, but with a twist. I kind of combine Bond-like fantasy with the Poseidon Adventure, and imagine how I’d escape from wherever I am if the building was suddenly turned on its side.
Jumping over hallways which become enormous pits. Running down elevator shafts. Dropping through doorways onto unsuspecting aliens. Keeps me amused for hours.
Oh, and I think I’m developing a meaningful emotional relationship with my Palm Pilot. (Not my Palm, I’ve had that going on for years.) There’s something about seeing my handwriting come out legible that makes me feel happy all over…
When I eat pizza, I remove the crust and almost half the cheese (has to be less than half, but under no circumstances can I remove more than 49.999% of the cheese). Then I eat the crust. Then I eat the partially de-cheesed pizza slice. Then I eat the rest of the cheese.
When I was 16, the U.S. Dept. of the Treasury sent my family and me to Walt Disney World for 7 days (long story). But wherever we went we had a security detail following us. Space Mountain, the Haunted Mansion, and Epcot Center… Just imagine the thrill of experiencing all this for the first time, um… enhanced(?) by the presence of armed federal officers accompanying you everywhere you went, forbidden from letting you out of their sight even for one minute.