I don’t find the handpuppet that weird; I find the “just looking” part weird.
Do you think that your housemate is sodomizing you with the help of the allmighty hand puppet, like in that UL?
Also- Gunslinger has 666 posts!! He’s the Antichrist, run!! 
There’s one incident from my recent past that gives me the absolute creeps. Or, perhaps I should say, it was very very very vaguely creepy. The more I read of this post, the more I realized that I just couldn’t put it to rest until I told it.
OK, so I’m walking into the bathroom and all the stall are filled. There’s a line of about one or two people ahead of me and a guy walks out of one of the toilets stalls. He goes to the mirror, and rubs his hand against his face. Two of his fingers go slightly into his nostrils, just barely inside. Then he moves his hand down to his mouth and sort of smacks those fingers with his lips. It wasn’t a full blown sucking of the mucus, but it wasn’t a brushing up against either. The whole incident took maybe 5 seconds.
But I had to use all my efforts to keep from shuddering. It wasn’t just the fingers in the nose that creeped me out, it was the fact that he had just come from inside a toilet stall using his hands for…well, I don’t want to imagine where his unwashed fingers were before he put them in his mouth. But every time I think back to this incident, all I can say to myself is “ew ew ew ew ew.”
My grandmother lived in a haunted house. The house itself is in the historical record as part of the underground railroad when they smuggled slaves to Canada. The general consensus is that a young boy died there in the distant past because the ‘incidents’ were more pranks than anything else. My grandmother actually had a name for the ghost and called him Wilbur.
Of the many occurances there are two that I remeber the best. One Christmas a number of relatives were visiting my Grandmother. I had twin cousins and they had each received identical toy cars. One stopped working correctly and my mechanically-inclined father proceeded to fix it. On the dining room table he removed the four screws that held a plate on the bottom of the car. He found the problem, fixed it, and reassembled the car. Except when he went to pick up the screws they were gone. So we cleaned everything off the table, no screws. Figuring they fell on the floor everyone started searching around underneath the table. Again, no luck. But when we got back up the screws were sitting in the middle of the table.
Now I suppose you could make an argument that some person played that prank but the second incident can’t be explained that easily.
My brother was alone in the basement of my Grandmother’s house using tools in my Grandfather’s workshop. He was using the radial arm saw and there were two thumb screws that kept falling out and hitting the metal surface where you rest the wood. Figuring that they were being looseded by the tool’s vibration he kept tightening them but they kept unscrewing and falling out. When he was done with the saw, my brother grabbed a wrench and tightened the screws as hard as he could. Then he walked five feet away and started to use the drill press. Between drills he heard the sound of two metallic ‘clinks’. He turned around the the screws he had just tightended had fallen out onto the metal surface. He ran out of the basement as fast as he could and waited for someone to go back down the basement with him so he could collect his project.
Enderw23, I think the fingers were probably transporting a white, powdery substance.
Oh but still, ew ew ew.
William Shatner singing is creepy.
Oh, sorry, that’s another post. (but it still applies here)
I find it creepy that everyone at school hits my head or my shoulder upon passing me in the hallway. Not just friends do it, even people who vaguely know me and teachers. It’s a little unnerving.
It’s also vaguely creepy when, in marching band, you step out of the bus and march onto the away school’s football field only to catch out of the corner of your eye some children sitting by a tree with a pile of bricks and rocks (Yes, they did throw them at random band members at half-time). There’s also a sign proclaiming “Welcome to The Pit” nailed onto the bleachers.
Yeah he is…and it does apply here. They did a send up of it on SNL. Him singing…it’s so…so off colour.
How…very…odd.
This. The guy that ran over SK was found dead at home today. Just heard it on Headline News. Looking for a cite on the 'net.
So weird. Ain’t it?
For about two years now, I’ve been getting phone calls meant for some guy that’s not me. Now, my name sounds nothing like his, so I assumed our phone numbers were one digit apart, or some phone book somewhere printed a typo, or something like that. (I had a feeling this wasn’t it, though, because at one point I would get two or three calls per week wanting to speak to this guy.)
Anyway, the calls kind of dropped off, until one day I got the guy’s mail. Nobody by his name lives in my building, and I looked him up all over the Internet and nobody with his name has a phone number or address even close to mine. Why am I getting his phone calls and his mail?
Here’s another neat one: when I was younger and my baby teeth were falling out, my mom used to save them. Once she left one on the kitchen counter, and in the morning, the tooth had broken into three or four pieces and they were a good couple of yards away. It was like the tooth exploded. Every tooth I lost after that, we tried it, and every time it would explode overnight.
My dad used to get calls in the middle of the night for somebody with the same name (maintenance at a steel mill, IIRC). After weeks of trying to convince them it wasn’t him, my dad simply said “Okay. I’ll be there in 15 minutes” and went back to sleep :D.
Did it work?
also-- you’re at 699! That’s LIKE 69…god, am i obsessed or what?
OK, I’ve decided that the Dominos Pizza hand puppet thing is vaguely creepy. And I think the person who thought up the concept as a way to sell pizzas is beyond creepy.
Actually, I think the “Bad Andy” thing is freakin’ hilarious. Undeniably strange, yes, but still funny. Who cares if it’s the result of the ad reps sampling backyard fungus?
Yeah, but the Noid could kick Bad Andy’s ass.
(You do you remember the Noid, right?)
This past Friday, I was sitting in Washington Square Park, in Greenwich Village. Even in the post-Giuliani era this place has a few creepy things to be seen, but all of them had been human…until now.
I first noticed, on one of the paths, a pretty little bird with a grey back and wings and bright yellow front fluttering along the ground; it was obviously a fledging. Chasing it was a squirrel. No, it wasn’t a rat, or a raccoon, or a ferret, just an ordinary Eastern gray squirrel, a bit on the large side.
The squirrel caught up with the bird and proceeded, very methodically, to kill it. He grabbed it from the tail and started biting and clawing at its back end, while the poor thing chirped pathetically. It was already too late for me to save the bird by the time I realized what was happening, and besides it’s Nature Red in Tooth and Claw and all. After about ninety seconds the bird died and the squirrel ate like a Tyrannosaurus or something, scooping up tiny red gobbets of meat and stuffing it into his mouth. This went on for a few minutes until the squirrel picked up the feathered remains and frisked over to his tree, where he sat on the ground and finished eating. On the other side of the tree were some NYU students sitting and playing their guitar and grooving with Nature and all that, totally oblivious. When I went to check the spot later, all that was left were some gray feathers and the beak. And one poor tiny bright yellow claw in the path.
I later went on the web and saw that squirrels do eat fledgings and eggs, which I hadn’t known before. I just call them tree rats and generally ignore them. But the whole thing was very creepy, and then to see some happy Japanese tourists oohing and aahing over the self-same killer squirrel as I left the park…
Carolyn
Remember? Hell, I still have the Noid NES game!
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OH MY GOD!!! I LOVE BAD ANDY!!! HE IS NOT FREAKING WEIRD HE IS FREAKING COOl **
I have a Bad Andy problem. Sorry but me and my friend Kate are obsessed, we love him. He’s so cute, we talk about him, and she knows what he is saying when he makes weird noises, we incorporate him into our games. Also the pets.com dog…he’s another cool animal.
Who’s Noid?