I play trombone, and I raise my eyebrows whenever I hit a high note.
Also, I blow on my forkful of salad before I eat it. I don’t know why.
I play trombone, and I raise my eyebrows whenever I hit a high note.
Also, I blow on my forkful of salad before I eat it. I don’t know why.
I must be preventing lip cramps.
I realized one day that I had been humming or whistling the tune to “Under Pressure” by Bowie/Mercury every day while leaving the office. Eventually I discovered it was because when I shut down my computer, the 4-note “shutdown tune” sounded just like a riff in that song (near the end, right before the snapping), and it would put the song in my head.
I do the wave thing before I go through an automatic door, also but there’s a reason for it. I once encountered one which was malfunctioning and bumped into it. It also makes small children think you’re “magic!”
I buy canned cat food in pairs: one pair of the different flavors. I only feed one can a night, but they have to be purchased in pairs. I also stack the cans in pairs, no matter how jumbled they got on the way home from the store, and even though I try not to feed the same flavor twice in a row. I doubt my cat cares about that last part, but I do. Why? No idea.
I also stack them with the labels facing out, and this is probably the one neat spot in our house. Nothing else about our current clutter really bothers me, but the cat food cans? They make me all kinds of bizarre-o OCD.
When I eat meals that have separate food groups (steak with a baked potato and vegetables, etc. - not say, a hamburger or a plate of pasta), the different foods can’t come into contact with each other on the plate, and I eat one food group until it’s gone, then move on to the next, turning the plate so the food I’m currently working on is directly in front of me.
My accent changes depending on the person I am talking to or the subject I am talking about. I don’t mean to do it - it just happens. My ex used to laugh when I answered the phone because he knew in a minute if I was talking to one of my southern SILs or one of my northern cousins.
I’m left handed, but this is only with my right hand.
I trace out a little cloverleaf-type pattern with my thumb. If I’m not holding anything, it’s on the pad of my middle finger. If I’m holding a remote control, it’s on the buttons. I even do this on the side of a computer mouse.
I even do it when I’m holding my wife’s hand and she hates it. I really have to focus to not do it when we’re holding hands.
Yes, my wife and I hold hands quite a bit.
I’ve often blown on cold food, but it’s not a habit. I have a stack of cheap plastic cups in my kitchen cupboard. They come in red, white, and blue. As I empty the diswasher, I must always stack them in a repeating pattern of all 3 colors. If all 3 colors are not available, there are never 2 of the same color together.
As a singer, I’ve seen many directors/instructors coach people to raise their eyebrows when hitting high notes, or during any part of the music where there is a tendency to go flat. I know it’s intended as a visualization-type tool, but it’s almost as if the eyebrow muscles are somehow connected to the soft palate. Raise the soft palate, and you have more room for air to make those high notes. Hold your mouth open and raise your eyebrows, and see if it isn’t sorta true.
Even if the button has been pushed to call the elevator, I just have to push it to make sure it comes for ME.
If I’m walking by myself, I count steps. Don’t know why.
Another member of the “wet, spread toothpaste, wet again, then brush” gang.
Sis?
Could be. Is your sister a married male living in Tennessee?
I grow my pinky fingernails long, for no other reason than my own amusement.
I bring my Cthulhu plushies (and a cute owl from “Hooters”) to and from work and home every weekday; they will be either on my bed, or my desk at work.
Fantasize about scantily-clad superheroines, especially my own character, “Panther Girl”, getting kncocked out and captured by villains.
You can see her here :
http://www.comicartfans.com/GalleryPiece.asp?Piece=439338&GSub=38079
Hoard paper napkins from restaurants.
Count steps as I go up/down the stairs.
I can think of other silly quirks, given time, but these immediately come to mind.
I would like to see that.
In the 80’s that would have been your coke nail.
Yeah, one of my friends told me about this phenomenon, the long fingernail as “coke spoon”, after I had grown them out. I had no idea! (I don’t even know what alcohol tastes like, and I have no experience with illegal drugs.)
If I had known about it before, I would not have let them get long in the first place.
But once they were there, I figured, hey, they look nice and silly, so I am keeping them.
I even concocted an odd supervillain, the “Dastardly Disruptor”, who can fire blasts of various types of disruptive energy from his bizarrely-long pinky fingernails, for use in my “superheroines-in-KO-peril” scenarios! Weird, wild stuff!
http://picasaweb.google.com/davidhughettkanab986756/DisruptorPics02#
(Hey, everyone needs a hobby! Ha!)
Sometimes I trace a pattern with my eyes when I have them closed. Usually it’s like a triangle except one corner is a gentle curve, one is a loop, and one is a sharp point.
I pace when I brush my teeth. Doesn’t matter where I am- even in the teeniest space I will walk in circles. No one else in my family does this, and I have no idea why I do it. I didn’t even notice it until a roommate pointed it out.
I was told by this guy I know, who had a long nail on his little finger (but only that one), that it was for guitar playing. Was that BS?
Don’t your superheroines ever get cold in those skimpy outfits?
Admit it. You are a Romulan spy.