For me, its the fact that I like to eat oatmeal.
Dry.
Out of a bowl with a spoon.
I know, its not That weird, but, its weird enough.
Anyone weirder than me?
I like to make floats with soft drinks other than root beer. A Coke float? Mmmmmmm. A Mountain Dew float? Once.
Cold Heinz baked beans? Most people get grossed by that. Can’t see the problem, myself. My SO puts a half’n half mixture of milk and hot water on breakfast cereal. Now that’s weird.
[sub]Oh yeah, and my collection of 124 pickled hen’s eyes and the fact that I have to count down from 100 every time I touch a doorhandle (in French) and my ability to make small rodents levitate and explode and [/sub]
I like to sleep in the bathtub and eat clay.
But i’m not truly weird because i always check to make sure it says “non-toxic”.
And I always make sure that i keep the fairies wet, using squirt guns, you know, because when they dry up they usually float and when they hit the ceiling they explode.
It’s usually more humane to keep them wet and cut them open to get to the fingers.
That’s not weird. They serve coke floats in restaurants all the time.
I actually like Jerri…
Is this thread limited to food weirdnesses? The OP wasn’t clear.
I’m told I’m strange because I put ketchup on my blackeyed peas, but everyone in my family on my mother’s side does this.
When I mail my Christmas cards, I drop five or ten at a time into a mailbox, then move on to another mailbox. This way, in case a mailbox or postal truck is destroyed, all of my cards won’t be lost.
I’ve been told this is paranoid to the point of being weird, but it just seems like good sense to me.
Since we’re on food, I like A-1 sauce on everything.
Eggs, salads, in soups, on tacos, on hotdogs.
I don’t allow any food in my apartment. I don’t cook so I eat out for every meal. I have a fridge, but its only filled with Pepsi, water, OJ, and beer. The reason I don’t allow food is that people always manage to spill something, or at least drop crumbs, and I hate cleaning.
Also,
I take 3 showers a day. One in the morning before work. One after work (to clean myself from the filth and grime of the city), and then a last one after I work out. Sometimes in the summer (when I’m playing golf and then working out and then going out at night), I take 5 showers in a day.
Also,
I’m beginning to grow hair on my back and shoulders. And its not possible to reach most of my back with a razor,
so I have this long plastic stick (that I extracted from an unused tiolet cleaning brush) that I’ve attached a Mach 3 razor to. Now, with the stick, I occasionally shave my own back (and its pretty damn smooth).
I have alot more, but I think I’ve said too much already.
Oh yeah, and I actually like Oasis.
I like Ramen noodles. Dry. Straight out of the package.
I listen to John Tesh (a little at a time; even I have my limits).
I have ‘eclectic’ tapes in my car - bagpipes, owl calls, polkas (sung in Polish).
I have the backbone of a turtle (unknown species) sitting on top of my monitor at work.
I set my screen and text to odd color combinations (drives my co-workers nuts - yellow text on purple).
I have the mouse on the left side of the keyboard: I am right-handed, but have not switched the settings [left middle finger works as the right index would].
I have Patsy Cline, KoRn, Madonna, Jewel, and Rob Zombie all on one CD. I’m addicted to AM radio. SPAM spread is good. I also like Oasis.
Perhaps the fact that I don’t find anything in this thread remotely odd qualifies me for weird.
Well, that and the two-headed toy dalmation on my monitor, a tendency to spend the occasional weekend dressed in a gi and speaking in a hokey accent out of a bad kung-fu movie, a habit of picking locks to which I have keys…
Stuff like this…
I was wrapping a birthday present for my nephew, a talking Eeyore, and was almost done when I had to stop and start over again. I had realized the way I wrapped it, Eeyore would be standing on his head until the box was opened.
I keep spiders for pets. I have two right now…one Chilean Flame and one White Banded Giant. They’re enormous and hairy and they spin webs and they’re very neat pets.
I love them. 
-L
How do I put this delicately…I have “known” several confectionary treats, including a bizarre ‘JarJar Binks’ Tongue sucker. I recommend frozen Red Vines licorice though (nice ridges!)
Or was this more TMI rather than weird?
What makes me weird?
…I have an evil grin. Nothing innocent about my smile. Ever. Whenever I smile, someone asks where the bodies are.
…I say random things. I like potatoes. Sometimes I talk in funny voices.
…I don’t have a desk full of paper or normal things. I have toys in my desk drawers. Lots of toys. Bendies, rubber chickens, slinkies, pet rocks with chemistry notes on them, a stoned Alice in Wonderland doll, etc.
…I like to pretend I’m a shark and bite people.
…I can eat soup and drive (with a spoon mind you)
there is a lot more…but I’ll stop there for now.
What doesn’t make me weird?
I don’t eat vegetables or fruit, I don’t drink, I don’t drive, I don’t do drugs, I don’t swim, I don’t smoke, I don’t have sex.
And probably many other things contribute to make me weird.
I hate taking credit for things, especially at work. I’m a contract software engineer, and I always insist that what I do belongs to the team, and not myself. In fact, this got me fired once: a manager praised me for a program I’d written, I objected that I didn’t write it but it was a team-effort (not really true), he called me an ingratious(sp?) bastard and got my boss to fire me.
Also I hate it when I help a friend and they try to “pay me back” with food or something. I tell them to just help someone else when the opportunity comes along. I’ve lost a few “friends” this way too.
I only listen to the Spanish-language radio stations, but I don’t speak Spanish.
Um, we can start with my choice of majors. Chem Eng and Philosophy (I’m considering switching to classics…mmm…)
I have a doll, 8 cubic feet of stffed animals, and a pair of fairy wings in my room. I like wearing my wings with the spiked leather collar.
I have prints of naked girls on my wall and I’m straight. (art, pretty stuff, just happen to be naked.)
I manage to be feminine without being girly. Or agonising over my looks. (I also manage to be feminine without being pretty, which is a gift I guess. Now if I could be pretty too…)
I am attatched to a zippered hooded sweatshirt. Its my hoodie. A friend of mine called me Linus, its essentially a security blanket with pockets. I went to dinner with some friends of my parents and the husband asked to take my jacket. The look of pure horror on my face as I recoiled into clinging to my hoodie caused my mom to quickly save me from such traumatic seperation and explain it isn’t a jacket, its a hoodie.
I hold philosophical debates with my cat. (and sometimes I even lose)
The list goes on. But I need to get to bed so I can get up and do my traditional showing up to my latin class two hours early.
I strongly dislike hot food. I will only eat food that’s no warmer than room temperature. If it’s hot, I’ll let it cool down first. Leftovers? Great right out of the fridge. Been sitting out all night? Throw me a pepsi to wash it down.
I eat spaghetti plain, straight from the colander, cooled down to room temperature of course.
I have a master plan to be dead by age 50. I’ve gone so far as to calculate exactly how many cigarettes @ 7 minutes of life taken/per vs. average life expectancy, etc.
I have an uncanny ability to attract the strangest, most incoherent person within a 3 block radius any time I step into a large city.
I have a long running and deeply entailed plan to take over the world mostly devised by myself and several friends while under the influence of various mixes of narcotics.
I know entirely too much about AD&D.
Sometimes I stay up until 4am watching Animal Planet or the Discovery Channel.