Yeah, I remember you posting that before.
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Apparently I fall into ‘lecture mode’.
I’ve worked on it for years, but I’ve only managed to make it milder, not go away completely. Sitting in the back of conference rooms helps, but then if I have a valid poit to make I have to stand up and verbally b***** slap the moderator who ignores me over and over(probably because I’m old, short and cute–terribly cute, adorable actually. In my industry that’s the kiss of death.).
I’m not sure which is worse the verbal b* slap or the lecture mode.
This is definitely a NYC thing. In a stack of papers, the top one will sit there all day, and eventually be the last bought, if ever.
When I was a kid, I was a bed wetter. Since I was always asleep when it happened, I could never figure out how to stop doing it. It wasn’t until I reached puberty, and my bladder grew, that the bed wetting stopped.
Apparently, I cock my head to one side for a second or two every now and then when I’m progressing on a design, drawing, 3D modeling, etc.
It was pointed out to me when I was in grade school by my friends, but I still do it. I think I do it to judge my proportions/details from another viewing angle. Not sure how common this is from other artists?
What exactly is meant by dragging your fork across your teeth? Does it actually make a sound that is annoying in some way, or does it make for some sort of mouth movement that is also annoying in some way, or what?
Whether it’s a NYC thing or not, I do it here in OH, too. The top paper is definitely dirty somehow, so I prefer the ones under it. I try for the second, but if the coupons, funnies… well, anything really, is out of line with the rest of the paper, I will choose the next one down. My paper should be aligned neatly, so that I am the one to mess it up!!
I do this! If I go on vacation, I come home sounding like wherever I’ve been. Takes a couple days to “reset.” My Spanish professor told me that this is the sign of someone who learns other languages easily, you’ll learn pronunciation and accents easier.
I do this, too! I don’t necessarily want my family to eat the “bad bread,” I just think the ends are there to hold the moisture in, so I take the next layer of bread. We can feed the heels to the birds!
Some people “bite” their fork or spoon, so there is an audible click when they close their mouth on the utensil. And sometimes, there is then a scraping sound as the utensil is pulled out of their mouths.
My dad always taught me to do the newspaper thing, too. I didn’t pay attention to why as much as I was shocked that they could trust people to just take one. No other product vending machine works that way.
I was just told yesterday that the country side of my Southern accent is most notable when I pronounce the days of the week. I say Wednes-dee, Thurs-dee, and so on.
I had no idea I was doing this, but yep, it’s true. :o
I think the key is that the vast majority of newspaper purchasers only want one newspaper. What would you do with a whole handful of them?
I, too, always take the second one down.
Recording yourself is a good way to see/hear all kinds of stuff you didn’t know you were doing.
When I first started recording my music, I realized I clicked my tongue often between phrases. I had never been aware of it, and don’t even know if I was doing it in normal speech or only when I’m singing. I suspect the latter, but once I heard it I was able to stop doing it.
Then I made a few videos of me playing ukulele and singing, and saw that my left hand was doing all kinds of things I was totally unaware of. Through muscle memory and years of practice, my left hand would automatically do things to produce the specific sound I wanted without any sort of conscious input from my brain. It was like watching a robot play my songs.
Years ago I was engaged to a woman who asked why I frequently rub my forehead and scratch my right eyebrow with my little finger. I was not aware that I did it so I had no answer. That was thirty years ago and I still do it and still have no idea why.
I fidget with my beard and hair without noticing it. I hum or whistle without consciously deciding to, as well. After I’d been married a few years, my wife pointed out that I sometimes hum happily while eating. And while I can keep my mouth shut when I’m hearing a bunch of ludicrous claims, I can’t seem to hide my facial expressions of disbelief. Ubiquitous video phone will severely harm my relationship with the customers I support.
I also sleepwalk, so the number of things I do and say without being aware of it is pretty long and a little embarrassing, truth be told.
Ditto…it is a NY thing…do it myseLf…not only papers, but milk from the cooler, bread, etc
Never been to NY but I always do it too. Never the top paper; always the milk from the second row; bread from the tray at the bottom. I am a big sell-by date checker too.
The bread at home thing - No. We always leave the crust on to keep the next slice fresh. If you try to go further down, you have to re-stack all the messed up slices.
It’s not that the top paper is dirty, it’s that it has been messed with, just like the top magazine in a magazine stand: the top one has been thumbed through and looks imperfect. I always grab one from the middle. And I snore (according to the Mrs.)
A related tangent…
This thread reminded me of a weird event I had last summer where I went for an early evening run and felt things sort of fade out as I ran, then I found myself several miles along my run with things fading in. My audiobook had passed through a few chapters, and I had no idea how I got there. I was absolutely freaked out–there was a mysterious gap of about 45 minutes where I remembered nothing at all.
When I got home I checked out the map on my running app on my phone to see if there were any unexplained fifteen-minute pauses at some park bench, but it showed a perfectly normal eight mile run, navigating along my normal path twisting and turning throughout the park, with good pace.
I considered going to the hospital (conveniently placed right next to the park) while the strange feeling was still fading, but I realized that it couldn’t be have been anything like a heart attack, since anything serious would probably be incompatible with completing such a run.
I eventually figured that it must have been some sort of migraine kind of thing–I have had migraines while running before, and odd stuff happens.
Let me set the scene: A guy walks up, puts his quarter into the box, opens the front door, and picks up the first paper. Now, without letting the door close (possibly by using his leg as a wedge in a complicating balancing dance. Hands must be free for the next trick) he thumbs through the paper leaving dirty eye tracks, steals the sports section (so he can have 2 copies of it, natch) and completes the crossword* in ink*. Motherfucker.
THEN, he replaces this molested husk of a newspaper, and takes a brand new one so that he can repeat the process above without needing to keep his thigh at hip level and balance on one foot.
AND, this is happening all over the city, at every paper box, every day. Without fail.
Exactly! 
(though he can keep the sports section)
I didn’t say it was rational.
I resell them at half price.
And thus the name movingfinger
The newspaper thing seems to be universal. I do it because the top one is always mangled from where they cut the plastic band that holds the bundle together.
I’ve been told that I take on a slight British accent when I’m drunk. I asked the person who said it " . . .you mean, like Madonna?". Apparently :smack:
When I was a teenager my best friend told me that people found me aloof and that I always had a mean look on my face. In actuality I was shy and always in defensive mode but I never knew it came across that way.
Yeah, but she may have a conflict of interest.