Or tell us more than one silly thing about youself. Start? Me? Oh, well, if you insist:
I have a totally irrational love of Whack-a-mole. I will go to state fairs and penny arcades simply to play it. It puts little happy bubbles in me and gives me the day-long giggles.
I love Betty and Veronica comics, but only the old ones ('70s and earlier). I still occasionally buy the B&V Double Digest. I am 34.
I occasionally put peanut butter on the roof of my dog’s mouth (or on her nose) just to watch the face she makes as she eats it. I realize this is not objectively funny, but it slays me.
You know that sound Goofy makes when he falls off something in the Sport Goofy cartoons? (Ehh-hoohoo!) That slays me as well. Every time.
Reading this back, it makes me sound pretty, uh, mentally challenged, so you guys please post as well.
My gf and I sometimes talk to each other in SimSpeak (from the computer game ‘The Sims’). It’s almost always the same phase, so the meaning is based on the tone used and facial expressions.
Along the same lines of Theios’ post, a fellow computer geek and I sometimes greet each other in the office with what’s supposed to sound like two modems handshaking. I also:
Get into ugly face contests with my 6-year-old and 4-year-old (I usually win).
Chase my cats while barking like a dog.
Pretend like I’m sleeping when I’m stopped at a red light.
Do the happy hamster dance when I fix a particularly troublesome computer problem at work.
I started wearing contacts, and I like to roll my eyes to feel them slide around and watch my vision re-focus. I don’t know if that’s silly or just bizarre, but hey…
I take delight in surprising unsuspecting people. Let me give an example or two:
Once, when travelling to Atlanta with a friend on mine, we stopped in a Wendy’s and had a spontaneous “lover’s spat” while in Tennessee. I’m male. So is he. The expressions were priceless.
Same trip: We walk into a McDonald’s, to see two Georgia State Police officers eating their lunch. I shriek, “Shit! It’s the cops!” And we turn around and exit right away.
Once, for an employment screening, I had to take a drug test. When I went to the facility, and they asked if they could help me, I replied, “I’m here to pee in a cup.”
I often invent names and backgrounds for myself. For instance, I was walking around my neighborhood once, and was approached by two older gentlemen, who introduced themselves as Latter-Day Saints. They asked me my name, and I told them it was Ezekiel Urbanstein, and that I was a plumber.
When some telemarketer called, I generally introduce myself as my own roommate. If I’m feeling particularly asshole-ish, I become my own “life partner.” Usually named Richard.
Oh, and I once tongue-kissed Euty at a Dopefest on a dare.
And I grabbed Ed Zotti’s crotch at the same Dopefest.
I sent photos I had taken of my Raku (pottery class) firing our pottery to President-Elect George Bush Sr.
I did it “just because.”
I once threw my shoes up in the air in the middle of Hollywood Blvd. It was 3 am at the time so there was no traffic. I also slept overnight on the sidewalk of Hollywood Blvd., but that’s another story.
I once tried to be a “street person” on Venice Beach (selling my artwork to tourists) but all the other “street people” freaked me out so I gave up after one day.
I call all my cats “furry little parasites.” (Because they are.)
For a few months, I had to play Chumba-Wumba’s “I Get Knocked Down” each and every night, and I sang along to it. I’ve fallen out of the habit, but now I very frequently play John Debney’s theme “The Replacements—Remix.” Almost daily, I play this.
Lastnight, while cleaning out a box of old things I have, I found my tamagotchi I bought in '97. Its now snug in my pocket, happy, not hungry, 3 years old and weighing in at 21 oz.
I have spent the past eight weeks discussing the soap opera Another World with my best friend NONSTOP because they just started airing reruns on SoapNet. I’ve sat in my room, in the store, at the mall, talking about John and Donna, and Michael, and Mac, and Rachel, with him, and we can have a three hour conversation based on one episode of this show. My mom thought I was talking about real people and said “You have very interesting friends.”
I have a feather toy that I play with my girl kitty with - she’s hysterical when she plays with it, and usually, I’m giggling so hard by the time we stop, I can’t breathe.
Superdude, you win! LOL! Although, I have pretended to be British at Disneyland once just because I noticed that they treated me nicely when I did. So now, if I want to be treated nicely, I speak with a British accent (and I’ve gotten damn good at it, too!).
I own 16 small sheep, eleven of which can be seen here (click on pictures for profiles). I truly believe they are real and they all have very separate and distinct personalities. I invariably have at least one of them about my person at all times.
We have an old mattress leaning on the wall of our garage. The label on it says, “Luxury in a Back-Care Mattress”. Tonight, I walked past it, and read it as “Luxury in a Bad-Ass Matress”
I’m the one that dared Superdude to tongue-kiss **Euty. **
I have this pillow. It’s shaped like a cat face. I’ve had it since I was six. His name is Kitty. I sleep with him every night. But I can’t sleep on the side where his face is stitched, because he can’t breathe that way. Did I mention that I’m 36 years old?
I sleep with a stuffed bunny named Barney. In the summer, he wears a white T-shirt, in the winter he wears a teeny little LLBean fleece pullover that my old boyfriend got him.
I obsessively collect one particular Canadian quarter - the 2000 “achievement” quarter. I have about 40 of them and can’t bear to see anyone just spend one. I work at Wal-Mart and I secretly bring quarters to work to switch with any achievement quarters I can find in the cash register.
I have a terrible urge every time I jump by a body of water (lake, river, creek water) to stop my car and jump in.
I have Siberian Huskies, and they have enough fur that they shouldn’t ever be wearing sweaters. But a lot of times if I am mad at them I make them wear hats and coats. But only in the winter. If they have been particularily rotten, and it is too hot for them to be wearing clothes I get out the kool-aid and dye thier white parts.
While traveling on a toll road with toll booths every couple of miles, sometimes I pay for the car behind me. When they pull up to the booth they are, to say the least, confused and we wave like crazy at them! The last time I did this, the car passed us and payed for us at the next booth. We swapped back a forth until the tolls ended.
I have a cat named Backwards. Does that count? I had to buy medicine for him at the pharmacy and the guy at the counter read the name on the perscription and slowly asked if this was for my son. I sooo wanted to say “yes!”, but admitted that he is my cat.
I just got a pen that can only be seen in blacklight, and I am using it to write “Help! Help! I’m being repressed” all over a co-worker’s tools.
I own over 600 superballs that I am using to make a sculpture with plexiglass. Did I mention that I work with glassblowers? One asked why I am using “that crap” instead of the “real thing” in my sculpture. “Just to piss YOU off.” See my other response above.
In college, I bought Cher’s Believe single. When anybody walked into the art studios in a glum mood, I’d play it and make them dance on top of the table with me. Which was inspired by…
One New Years Eve I danced on top of a bar with a drag queen to Cher’s Believe.
[sup]Silly me.[/sup]