I do a limited version of that. Well, I don’t make burgers myself but whenever I am preparing them myself, once in awhile I put ketchup on it. Now, I am not always in the mood for ketchup, but to see ketchup in contact with the cheese slice just makes me feel all slimy on the top of my mouth. Ketchup on other side of cheese.
Just to mention that though it’s a rare gift, you aren’t the only one. I don’t know the english name for this, but in french it’s called the “perfect ear”.
Unfortunately, I’m in the reverse situation. I generally can’t tell apart two notes, except if the pitch is really different. And if they are played on different instruments, all bet are off!!! As a result, I can’t play an instrument nor sing in tune. It has a name too.
Of course when I say I can’t sing in tune, nobody believes me and everybody insist on not being shy and sing anyway… :rolleyes: …until they actually hear me, at least…
play hentai games (not the only person, but seemingly the only decent-looking educated 20something white girl)
sing along to EVERY song I know, including rap
consistently lose my shoes, even at other people’s houses, 'cause I take them off without realizing it
go to Hooters for the wings (as opposed to the breasts…)
run my tongue back & forth along my bottom front teeth, over my lip, when playing a racing or fighting video game
and separate all my food as if it were on one of those compartmentalized plates (I cannot STAND my food touching.)
waves arms wildly I can I can!!! I always notice when DJs in clubs/bars slow down a fast song so they can mix it in. it especially bugs me with Hey Ya. shudder
you’re kidding me. have you heard anyone laughing hysterically as you passed by within the last month or so? 'cause that was me. 
raises hand
I never show 'em to anybody either.
if it’s not perfect (and it never is), it’s junk.
the result of this is my having exactly one of the hundreds of drawings I’ve done over the last 10 years, and it’s somehow got ink all over it. #_#
I’ll second that… or I sure as hell wouldn’t expect anyone to put it in their mouth if I didn’t. maybe it’s just me with a weird thing about that, but if a guy has to run to the bathroom right before sex, I’ll either avoid doing it or find some way to discreetly wipe it myself (with something other than my tongue). and maybe your husband’s thinking the dick itself gets wet… I’d guess guys who wipe are doing so just to soak up that last little drop that would otherwise just chill in the hole… 'cause I, with my weird-thing-having-ness, can definitely attest to the truth that “no matter how you shake and dance, the last few drops fall in your pants.”
here I believe it’s called “perfect pitch.” I’ve got a limited version, as I can’t read or play music so I could never name the note… but if I hear a song, I can either sing the notes back immaculately or find them on a piano and reproduce the basic tune.
Glad you didn’t make a bet on this one.
You’d lose. 
I have different books stashed in different places to read. Right now, I’ve got a novel by the "reading chair’, a history book by the bed, a children’s novel on the couch, and a computer manual on the table. And I’m reading them all, and can tell you what page I’m on in each.
Oh, I do this, too. Right now, I have an Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader in the downstairs bathroom, a Stephen King novel and a Dilbert book in the upstairs bathroom, and a book of short horror stories from the '80s by my bed; oh, and tonight, hubby’s bringing me a new Greg Iles book (well, not new, but one I haven’t read yet) and that’ll go by my bed, too. Can’t tell you what pages I’m on, though, because I have no memory for numbers!
My 13-year-old daughter reads several books at a time, too; also, my hubby. Now, if we could just get the 17-year-old to read something!
/Raises Hand
It’s Perfect Pitch. Both a blessing and a curse. It’s the reason I can’t stand it when somebody sings or whistles along with a song on the radio. I can hear the discrepancies in pitch, and it annoys me.
Hey, that car horn’s a G natural. I just tinged the Pepsi can, and it’s a B.
Yep, I do that all the time. I don’t notice it until my lower lip starts to hurt, and then I realize what I’ve been doing.
Other goofy things I do…
I’ve developed over the past 2 years an almost obsessive need for the kitchen and bathroom counters to be spotless. No decorations, all of the washcloths/razors/toys/whatever put away. I don’t mind (as much) the rest of the house being cluttered, but the counters MUST be cleared.
And my obsession is getting worse. It’s starting to move to the mantelpiece over the fireplace, and the interior of my car.
Count me in with the “eat one thing at a time” group. My family does this, except for the wackos who married into the family. I was so proud of my 4 year old nephew for picking up this habit.
My wife has to be able to hear and understand the words of a song. ENYA is banned in the house because my wife cannot follow the changes from English to French to Gaelic within her songs.
Well, no one has mentioned this yet.
I peel the skin from the pads of my thumbs and index fingers (where the fingerprint is). Like you did as a kid, putting Elmer’s glue on your hands and then peeling it off after it’s dry, only without the glue. The skin on those fingers is thicker now, and I can peel the skin from the palm-side of my thumb from just under the nail all the way down to where it joins my hand, and just past the first knuckle of my index fingers. I also pick and peel at the writing callous on my middle finger.
I can safely say that fingerprints go very deep, and that you can peel along the lines and sworls, it’s the best way to get a good size peel, though it can sometimes get a little too deep and bleed.
When I have my nails professionally done, with acrylic, I don’t do it at all or even think about it.
Wow! I do something similar. I sometimes imagine having to show someone from the past all of the new developments since their time (TV, music, sliced bread, indoor plumbing, etc.).
Anyone else? No? Okay, then. :o
I don’t have perfect pitch (which kills me, because I’m a musician), but I’m with ya (and the others) on the too slow/too fast part. I can also tell immediately when a band starts a song in the ‘wrong’ key, and I recognize different versions of songs faster than any of my friends or family (even covers that are in the same key as, and sound very similar to, the original). I can always tell when a singer is off-key. I’m really quite good with pitches: I think I’m close to having perfect pitch, but this is an area where close doesn’t count. 
I also recognize voices much easier than anyone else I know: if an actor/actress I’m familiar with shows up unexpectedly somewhere, 99% of the time I recognize their voice before their face. There have been times when the person I’m watching TV or a movie with will think they recognize someone on the screen, and they’ll say, “Hey, isn’t that so-and-so?” but I know it isn’t because the voice is wrong. I recognize celebrity voice-overs, I can tell impersonations from the ‘real’ person, I recognize new songs by vocalists I’m familiar with, etc. I would have made a killing on Name That Tune.
Things I do that others have mentioned include:
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[li]re-naming my digital pictures (and often re-sizing them for e-mail)[/li][li]dipping my fries in chocolate shakes (except for me it only works with Frosties from Wendy’s)[/li][li]using keyboard shortcuts[/li][li]having certain computer applications open in a certain order (for example, e-mail always has to be the first item on my toolbar)[/li][li]eating my food in groups (though in no particular order)[/li][li]saving my movie ticket stubs (but I also save any kind of stub – sports event, stage play, concert, etc. – and I keep them all in a photo album)[/li][/ul]
My mother swears that I’m the only person she knows who puts mayo – and just mayo – on bologna sandwiches, but I’m pretty sure I got it from my father. She says no, though. I’ll have to ask him about it some day.
At the moment, I can only think of one thing I do that probably no one else does: I collect hotel ‘do not disturb’ signs. Only from hotels that I’ve stayed in, and only if the sign has the hotel’s name or logo on it. I keep them in a photo album, too, but not the same one that has the ticket stubs in it. {grin}
When wearing other pants than jeans, I never put my wallet in my back pocket. Sure, it’s not that comfortable having the wallet bounce around on my hip, but I had too many pairs of pants ruined by the little hole that develops at the edge of the back pocket when it is used. There’s a real sharp look, guys.
When watching a movie, esp. a period movie, I like to furnish the characters without all sorts of unnamed experiences that might have some bearing on what I’m seeing. For instance, The Shootist takes place in 1901, in small-town Nevada; Ron Howard’s character wears a very urban checkered cloth cap instead of the usual big Western hat that everybody seems to wear in those movies. I guess you could call it a Gatsby type cap. So I figure, he must have recently gone back to visit friends or relatives in NYC, and got the hat as a souvenir, and now here he is back in Carson City with his New York hat.
I don’t think I’ve ever put my wallet in my back pocket. I justify this by saying that it’s protection from pick-pocketers.
My keychain consists of 41 rings, and I carry a pencil, pen, and eraser with me wherever I go.
I memorize pi to hundreds of places. For fun. Heck, I memorize stuff in general for fun. I automatically determine the origin of words that people say, and it’s hard not to announce that the word ‘announce’ comes from the Latin word for messenger.
I play music on my throat. No, not singing, although I do that too. I close the back of my mouth and flick the front of my neck, shaping my mouth and lips to produce the desired tone.
I only put my wallet in my back pocket when it doesn’t have much change in it, which is pretty often.
I harmonize to church music. All the time.
I tap out songs like norinew, except different places and different patterns (which I’m sure she does as well).
I crack my neck violently. In fact, I crack practically every joint in my body.
I translate random stuff in books and speech into Latin, to see if I can/because I can. (See my sig?)
It’s true.
I, too, am entranced by word origins, and love to show it off. It’s one of the neat things about home schooling (and about just being a parent, in general). It gives me the right to hold forth on all manner of topics that I’m sure very few people care about.
I walk on the ball of my foot - seems to run in my family, since my kids do it too and so do my nieces. I try to walk as quietly as possible at all times - if I have to run up stairs, I’m very careful to make sure that I do so lightly.