This is how I make my bed: blanket on the bottom, sheet in the middle, blanket on top. I don’t like the way sheets feel, but I feel compelled to use them anyway…
If my Instruments of Commerce (tape dispenser, ruler, stapler, InBox, blotter, keyboard, ruler and DayPlanner) are not at right angles on my desk, I simply cannot concentrate.
Interestingly, my house is a disgusting pigsty. I function quite well in either environment. I simply want to work in an orderly environment, and am comfortable conducting my real life in a disorderly one.
I’ve just recently began to make timelines of books I really love. The only one I’ve finished so far is 1984. I’m currently doing the Ender’s Game series (currently on Speaker for the Dead). I don’t know why, but I just love timelines and must know when things are taking place.
Guess I’m pretty normal. The only weird things I do are:
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Read the very worst comics first, then make my way to the best - I usually start with Kathy, Beetle Bailey or For Better or Worse.
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Sing to my food when I’m really hungry as though it were the object of my affection.
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Say “Hi” to Opal.
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Rollerblade in my boxers late at night when it’s too hot to sleep.
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Eat ice cream with peanut butter mixed in. Makes boring vanilla DELICIOUS!
Demo, that’s not, um, ‘riveting’ that I’m doing in that picture. 
Rosie
I live with Demo.
That’s not weird, I have already trained both of my wee ones to do the same.
Oh, and I like to read most periodicals from back to front.
misspelling of “weird” corrected
[Edited by UncleBeer on 08-07-2001 at 07:01 AM]
I like to spell “wierd” the unique way, not the more normal “weird” way.
The only one that’s coming to mind right now is that I scrape all the toppings off pizza, eat the toppings and then eat all the crust.
Mmmm…crust!
I drive with my foot poised over the clutch pedal at all times, even when I’m on a long trip.
In the summer, sometimes I sleep outside on a hammock on my back porch.
I go through the supermarket backwards (last aisle first).
I’ve been known to put barbecue sauce on scrambled eggs.
I immediately strip down to my boxers upon arriving home from work.
I eat the Lik-M-Ade sticks by themselves, then I dump the flavored sugar into my mouth.
I tell telemarketers that my girlfriend is the head of the household. When they ask to speak with her, I tell them that we broke up.
I make pancakes with weird stuff in them, like cranberries or butterscotch chips. You don’t even want to know what I put in pasta sauce.
I sometimes give people the finger in traffic just because they look like they might be mean.
I burn old furniture.
I sometimes moonwalk spontaneously, just so I can convince myself that I haven’t forgotten how to do it.
I separate my change into 3 buckets. One is for pennies. One is for nickels and dimes and one is for quarters. When all of these are full, I dump them into a bigger bucket and take it to the CoinStar machine. I have no idea why I separate it in the first place, as the machine does that for you.
I get really upset when I tell the cashier at McDonald’s that I want a Large #1 Extra Value Meal with Coke and they ask me to repeat my drink choice.
I keep gifts that people give me as gags and display them in my apartment as if they had tremendous sentimental value. That is why there’s a plush marionette of Captain Kirk hanging down from a shelf in my bedroom, and why there’s a 1/20 scale Cadillac Sedan DeVille on a glass shelf in my living room.
When I’m seated on the subway and it’s time to get off at my stop, I reach up and grab the vertical pole above my head and use my arms to pull myself up to a standing position, instead of getting up like normal people.
I ask store clerks to give me a discount for no particular reason. (BTW, this actually worked last Saturday when I was buying 3 kegs of beer.)
If I momentarily forget someone’s name, I will call them “Gus,” “Zeke,” or “Clem” (if it’s a guy) or “Clementine” (if it’s a girl) until their name pops back into my head.
I go stargazing on summer nights in my backyard, invent new constellations, and teach them to my sister. I try to make them believable so that she doesn’t know I’m lying. (“Those six stars over there make up the constellation Leonides. No, that’s not the lion one. It’s actually a millstone with a handle on it. See?”)
I make smiley faces in my peanut butter when I make a PB&J sandwich. Why wouldn’t you?
I draw Van Halen, ZZ Top and AC/DC logos in the margins of my notepad as I take notes during important meetings.
I eat parking tickets. Whenever I get one, I crumple it up into a ball, chew it up and swallow it. It makes me feel better about having gotten one in the first place.
Weird things? Not me! 
But I do do a few things that are a little… different… than most people.
When I yawn, I actually say “Yawn” (either before, during or after, depends)
I make… interesting… noises when I stretch.
I “Hi, Opal” my non-SDMB friends (How else am I going to get them curious enough to join??!!!)
The minute I walk in the door of my apartment, I get undressed.
I set the alarm about 15 minutes early so I can hit the snooze button twice before I get up.
Other than that, I think I’m pretty mainstream. I mean, everyone has oreo cookies for breakfast, don’t they?
I corrected every unintentional misspelling of “weird” in this thread, how’s that?
Other than that, I do nothing that could even remotely be considered weird. At least, according to Freud.
erm. I’m pretty average. i can’t think of anything wierd i do, soo vanilla.
erm. I hate using mice when i am on teh computer, adn it agitates me when people insist on using them to do tasks that can be done with shortcuts.
erm…
When i pour milk onto cereal i always pour the milk over teh top of all teh cereal, rater than in the middle of the bowl, so that i get all teh cereal soggy. oh, adn when i reach the end of teh cereal there is hardly ever any milk at the bottom.
I ramble about utter bunk to anyone who will listen. i freeze up wehn i am talking to people i dont know. adn if i think about what i am talking about to my friends i freeze up too. its been years adn i still do it.
If i am talking about something i know is right, i still go red int eh face, adn get accused of lying.
i go red at anything.
I overheat all the time, sweating and everything. I eat icecubes when i am out just to keep me normal.
My eyes water wehn i walk past strangers who look at me.
i cant help it.
i clean my teeth while i tidy up the house.
i cant vacume when other people are in teh house other than my sister, cos i need music up so loud u cant hear the cleaner.
Nothing extraordinary, but hey, some pwople might think some of it worthy of note.
I call people “Larry”
I like to wash the dishes naked. This sometimes can be a problem when company is over.
Jessica thinks this is weird:
I like cream in my iced coffee, but no sugar. And I like sugar in my hot coffee, but no cream.
Even I think this is weird but I can’t help it:
Everytime I pass under a yellow light, I do a quick little Romanian blessing.
Oh well. 
not you
I sing to my bunnies…
“Sugar, la la la la la la,
Oh, Bunny Bunny…”
I’ve been told thats weird, but the bunnies like it.
Also, I like to eat green onions dipped in salt - yummy.
Al.
What is your webcam address so we can all watch you being weird?
Nothing. I don’t do anything weird. I used to think I was weird, but several years ago, I came to the realization that I was not weird at all.
Everybody else is weird, I am normal.
When I see the misspelling “wierd”, I take it as a misspelling of “wired”. As in Wired Magazine.