But everyone else thinks is odd? Something I do is with my sun visiors in my car. I do not fold them up to where the front tip touches my roof of my car. I fold them fully forward to where the front tip touches my windshield. Why do i do this you ask? Simple, it doesnt block my view at all and when the sun is in my eyes i only have to rotate it down say 30 degrees. Where as if i put them the “correct” way i would have to rotate them 100 degrees. Its alot quicker and eaiser to fold them the way i do but everyone seems to think its weird. What little things do you guys do that no one else seems to do that you think is pure genious.
When you buy a new CD, the label sticks around the top of the jewel case.
You could try to pull it off, but it inevitable rips and you have sticky residue left on your case and probably a broken nail or two.
Or you could do what I do: Pop off the cover of the case at the side, pulling the sticker up and off with it.
This brings up something that I was told and obeyed since my driver instructor told me at 16, without ever thinking again if it is likely. He said alway point the visor edge away from you when driving, ie at an angle towards the windshield. That way if you are in an accident, they won’t gouge you in the head with the edge.
That actually happened to me! I got a big bump on my head and actually broke the sun visor with my forehead in an accident. It never occured to me after that to point the sun visor away, though.
I never worry about anyone’s name. If I need to introduce someone whose name I have carelessly forgot, I say, “Superman, I’d like you to meet Wonderwoman.” Both participants chuckle and introduce themselves and I devote no scarce brain space to petty human nomenclature.
That is awesome. I am so stealing this.
I write a “what to do if I die” letter to my parents regularly, updating the info. At least one friend thinks this is weird. :rolleyes:
So what do you do when there is nobody but you and the mystery person?
Please tell me you have a solution for that one.
I put chocolate in the fridge. 
What?
You are obviously a lot shorter than I am if this doesn’t block your view at all.
“Hey, lady” and “What’s up, Tiger?” work rather well.
Re-introduce yourself as if you’re the one who’s not memerable.
The first time I saw a cell-phone accessory kiosk at a mall, with all the different color shells for the phones, I mentioned to some of my co-workers that I thought it was silly. I mean, it’s a phone, who cares what color it is.
They looked at me like I was weird.
So I got with the program, and then I had a brainstorm. Make those shells from different materials, like with rabbit fur on the outside. That way, while you’re talking on the phone, you’d be holding soft, comfy rabbit fur to the side of your face. I told my co-workers about my great idea.
They looked at me like I was really weird.
That actually is a good idea. Every time I go home for a visit, my mom asks me, “Buried or cremated?” For reasons not worth going into she is convinced that I’m going to die before her; so this is a serious question on her part. I finally told her, “Cremated and put into the snacks at the after funeral party. Then after everybody’s started eating, tell them about the secret ingredient.”
Seriously it probably is something I should do, in addition to one of those Advance Directive things, and get it done by a lawyer and stuff. I do want to be cremated actually. All joking aside I think my mom does understand that. Whether or not she wants to have me added to the food is her call.
Safety pin my socks together for the laundry. As soon as the dirty socks come off, I pin them together and toss them into the laundry bag. When I take the laundry out of the dryer, I just stuff all of the neatly pinned socks into a drawer – no need to match or roll them. Remove the pin, put it back in the pin box on my nightstand, and the socks are ready to wear. Total cost for packet of safety pins = 50 cents. Total socks lost or mismatched = 0. The only weird thing is that now I actually have to determine when socks are too worn out to wear any more and throw them out – otherwise they last forever.
Ah yes, a disaster letter. Everybody in my family has one. They can be a huge help if something does actually happen to you.
So far, I do the visor thing, the CD case thing and the safety pinned socks thing - especially great for toddler socks, since the little tiny things get sucked into the nether regions of the dryer more easily than big adult socks.
One I just learned today from another mom in the pediatrician’s waiting room: before you give a kid a juice box or one of those shelf stable milk boxes, pull the tabs on the side up as if you were raising them to cut the box open. Have the kid hold onto these “wings” instead of the box, and she won’t squeeze milk or juice out all over the floor!
Brilliant! I cried, and I stole it. The idea, that is. I already had the milk.
I put the tin can lid in the empty can and then squeezed the top shut a little bit to prevent the lid’s escape. This blew my Mom’s mind. For 40 years, she had been wrapping the lid in paper towel before disposal.
This is so simple and genius, that I can’t believe I’m just now hearing this idea.
I’ve done this too, for a number of reasons:
- I have no problems with the concept that I’m going to die. I have all the normal mammalian reflexes about avoiding it, but actually contemplating it is not a problem. So I figure I might as well deal with it.
- Both my dad and maternal grandfather died suddenly with no advance discussion, and I’d rather not put my family through that, considering that:
- they will probably have no idea what I want any other way, because I belong to a different spiritual tradition from them, and:
- I’m young, so should I actually need this anytime soon, it’s unlikely to have a lot of advance warning to it anyway.