Now that was funny!
In the spirit of which, I think casserole in general is creepy. I never had it growing up. I’m not sure where I first had it, probably at school. Holy crap, eating all of that gooey gooshy stuff mashed together grossed me out then and does now. And sorry, Charlie, but tuna casserole is the worst!
Also the sound of one piece of styrofoam squeaking against the other really sounds awful to me.
Oh yes, put me down for that one. It physically repels me.
Hairs in the shower or sink (even my own.) Wash 'em on down or something.
Those flappy arm things really bother me too, but I didn’t think anyone really liked them. Like clowns.
Someone said wrists. I don’t have a problem with wrists, but hands. My hands, that is. I’m not terribly thin, but if I wiggle my fingers palm down, I can see the bones in my hands move, and that’s creepy. And palm up I can see the veins in my fingers like little blue worms, and that’s creepy too.
Has anyone said windchimes yet? People buy them for me. I hate them. The sounds they make raise the hair on the back of my neck.
I actually like those flappy arm things. I thought they were the coolest thing ever when I first noticed them at a Chargers game lo those many years ago.
Now you’ve did it, I have to post this. (Don’t click if wacky waving arm inflatable tube men creep you out.)
I’m pretty sure that’s already been posted twice in this thread alone.
Quantum freaking mechanics. The quantum world does not work the way that the macroscopic world does. The laws of classical mechanics are meaningless on a quantum scale. And yet, everything in the macroscopic world is made out of quantum particles. For some reason, that really upsets me, on an almost emotional level.
Also, the ocean. Millions of miles of just smooth, unbroken water, going down for miles, filled with sharks and jellyfish and those terrifying sea forests and reefs and all sorts of insanely weird stuff we have yet to discover. Gives me the creeps to just think about it.
If you’re a follower of PostSecret and a hater of that damn lotus pod/breast amalgamation, be warned there’s a postcard featuring it in the new batch of cards (22 November). Thus ends my public service announcement.
I will now try to figure out how to bleach my brain.
Say what?
Mustaches on pretty young girls. I know I’m dating myself, but for a year or two during the Seventies there were TV ads for a musical play about Charlie Chaplin; the chorus girls wore derbies and had Chaplin-style mustaches painted on. In fact, I’m not crazy about women in men’s hats generally.
moustaches on homely old ladies aren’t so hot either, and far more common
Harpsichords… never trusted them, but for that once in my youth, in a place now known for where across the river they call it Rumania, yet it ain’t Rumania; when I were but a lad…
I won’t get into the whole deal, except to say that now, there, I’m known as “Gerald” and may possibly be the rightful heir to a throne unrecognized…
Okay, which one of you submitted that card to Postsecret?
I really wish I had read Spoike’s comment before heading over there. brrr…
Santa has always been creepy to me. I cried when my parents took my brother and me to the mall and tried to get a photo of me on his lap. I was 5 or 6. They never tried that again.
Hugs from people I’m not close to.
When old people’s hand’s shake/tremor. I know they can’t help it but… ahh. It’s creepy.
Speaking of people who can’t help it…
People with no eyebrows (or very light ones) give me the creeping horrors.
Old people are allowed to have bushy white eyebrows, no problem, but young people with white/hairless brows and blonde eyelashes? I’m sorry, and you’re probably wonderful people, but my creepy detector is clicking like mad.
Cite. More cite. And once again for good measure.
Whoopi Goldberg gets a pass for some reason. I’m not sure why.
I am also very creeped out by wooden spoons, or any wooden utensil for that matter. Wooden popsicle sticks too. Ehhhh, just the thought makes me cringe!
One not posted yet: This may sound weird but it creeps me out when someone rubs the top of my hand. You know how you can rub the veins on the top of your hand and, if they are visible, you can see them move. Ewwww. Just someone gently rubbing the top of my hand makes me think my veins are squishing around in there. Creeps me out. And I think every guy I’ve told to stop rubbing the top of my hand just thinks I’m a weirdo. :dubious: Especially when I tell them to “stop rubbing my veins!”
That thick all cotton thread some women crochet or knit dishcloths out of. I can’t stand the texture. It’s like the wooden ice cream spoon of the needlecraft world. I crochet but I won’t use that stuff because I can’t stand to hold it long enough to make anything with it.
My sister has a little birdhouse outside her kitchen window left from the previous tenants. Over the years, woodpeckers or something have enlarged the hole to about twice the size it should be. The hole is no longer round but kind of a lopsided oval. To me, it looks like a blank eye staring into the kitchen. Creeps me out a little every time I look at it. (Of course, I feel compelled to look at every time I go over there. :rolleyes: )
Gaaaaah! That first cite of yours is downright disturbing. Like, WTF? Who in hell creates a blog devoted to photoshopping away eyebrows??? I mean, the site creator is creepier than actual eyebrowless people.
Weirdos! Weirdos everywhere!
I am not creeped out by the lotus pods at all. In fact I think they are kind of cool. But that lotus boob thing creeped the hell out of me and for about 6 hours after I saw that damn thing it was, in fact, the only thing I saw every time I closed my eyes. I don’t ever want to see anything like that again! shudder
