I have to admit it, I do a couple of strange things when I think I am alone, that noone needs to know about. Do you and what are they? Don’t we all have little weirdo moments with ourselves? This takes honesty…of course you could always say you saw someone else doing it 
And while we are at it, what “private” moments have you busted others in, did you tell them or give them a sign that they were busted? (so cruel!)
Well, other than picking my nose and the other things we ALL do when we think no one else is around…
I have this weird fetish, for some reason or another. When I’m reclining on the couch watching TV with my water bottle, I like to hold it up far from my mouth and let the water pour in until it overflows and starts running down my chin…
Um…yep.
Talk to the TV, as if the characters could hear me.
You first, sumwunsumwer 
BTW, who’s noone, and why should I care if he/she/it is looking?
Will no one tell me?
Talk to myself. And I’ve been doing it a lot recently.
One time at work I had a persistent itch “down there” and there was a hole in my jeans which made it easy to scratch. I didn’t want to walk all the way to the bathroom just to relieve it, so I took care of it right there in my cubicle. Naturally, someone happened to come walking by at about that time. :o
Less embarrassing, I have been caught air-guitaring and air-drumming while listening to my MP3s.
I do that, too.
It’s really frustraing when they ignore me!
rehearse conversations. Even though I used to be on a speech team and can talk about anything without any kind of preparation, I hate answering machines and always have to have in my head what I want to say in the event that I don’t get to talk to a real live person.
I hate robots.
So long as you arent short, bald and kinda greenish and keep sayin “my precious” a lot, I guess thay aint bad.
I’m also waiting for sumwunsumwer to post first and then I ccan post a commeasurate anecdote.
I was camping at a state park one time and woke up in the middle of the night for the call of duty. Naturally, I got out of my tent and proceded to “water” one of the trees. As I was busily engaged in my task I heard a car horn blare out into the night and without really thinking I reflexively turned toward it just as the cars lights lit me up like a Christmas tree. I must have been fairly groggy because I just waved and continued about my business to the chorus of rauccous laughter from the occupants of the car. I guess it is tough to be completely embarrassed (no pun intended) when you are still half asleep.
Unfortunately the next morning when some of my camp mates mentioned the car horn in the night I recounted the story. Needless to say, I was the “butt” of many jokes for the rest of the weekend…
I could mention a few other humorous events involving myself and a girlfriend but I think I will have to pass until sumwunsumwer “fesses” up.
Adjust my thong at work.
Allright, I do some pretty strange things. Here is one: I have very large breasts and bras don’t offer as much support all day as I’d like. So one breast at a time, in my cubicle almost daily, I will reach in and adjust or “lift” each so that they are up where they should be. I have been busted once and we both laughed it off, but I guess the bathroom would be the best place for that… 
Oh well
In response to the question, Who is “noone” and why would you care of they saw you? Noone might be someone to someone. But noone could be anyone, some things I do, I do not mean for others to see. Simply out of privacy and my attempt at not grossing out people. I know i do not appreciate being grossed out…
I also talk to myself sometimes, out loud, in the car when I am mad or planning something or rehearsing a conversation that is to take place, even going over a conversation that already ended and wishing i would have said this or that instead… I am sure i have been seen.
To all the ones who were waiting for my reply…YOUR TURN!!