Reply to soulmurk’s post, or "I find weirder things than you in my breakfast cereal."
(I’m not picking on you soul, you were just the last to post, and so must bear the brunt of my assault on the bastions of bizzareness. I couldn’t resist.)
OK, the pepsi thing…no, still not quite weird. Tasteless, maybe, but not weird.
Colander? Oh, you mean you cook the sphagetti first! It’s crunchier (and guaranteed cool) if you don’t.
Seppuku is flashier, and you don’t have to stink until after you’re dead. Easier to time, too.
Are you sure they aren’t having the same problem?
We did it on caffeine fnord alone!
Cool! Do you quote Deities & Demigods entries at random strangers, too? That’s my favorite response to Jehovah’s Witnesses–quote something (stats and all) and claim to worship it.
Animal Planet and Discovery Channel are staples. Also, there’s been a “Making of ‘Walking With Dinosaurs’” running on AP, DC, or TLC (I forget). Staying up into the wee hours, watching a show about the making of a show about fake long-dead animals. Woohoo! (Will someone please make sure I’m still breathing here?)
Dieties & Demigods to be certain, although I’ve found that the Manual of the Planes is also useful for chasing off would be minglers at parties and the like.
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4) Are you sure they aren’t having the same problem?
You would not believe how excited I get about Walking With Dinosaurs. I LOVE Walking With Dinosaurs. Just typing this makes me want to go watch my tape of the new allosaur special. I bounce up and down and ooh and ah while watching it. Am I obsessed? Perhaps. This is weird, I realize, but especially when you consider I have a degree in anthropology. I have pretty much zero science training, and really zero in paleontology. What’s up with me and Walking With Dinosaurs? I dunno. I think it might be the computer animation. I got really excited about the Discovery Channel’s moon show, which was kind of silly, but did have computer animation.
For me, wierdness is really a state of mind. People say I’m wierd, but when asked why it’s difficult to pinpoint any specific trait or habit that I have that makes me wierd. It’s more of an additude than anything I do.
Nothing wrong with that, even if they do insert such silliness as specific color changes upon the onset of sexual maturity in allosaurs. A lot of the stuff is obviously made up out of whole cloth, but the shows are neat anyway.
I wasn’t watching “Walking With Dinosaurs” in the wee hours, though. I was watching the show about the making of it (the animatronics, computer animation, and the guys running oddly over shallow water to make splashes for the dinosaur animations). It’s hard to get farther from organic life than that.
As for obsession, one of my current undertakings is to get the entire “Junkyard Wars” series on tape. I actually watch some episodes repeatedly, playing “Spot That Design Flaw”. Not only am I weird, I’m also a total geek.
I don’t drink, do drugs, have sex, and I’ve never driven a car. I slept on a floormat. I perceive people so well it’s almost telepathic, picking up what they are like almost instantly. I’m almost never wrong. I can make myself damn near invisible. Nobody believes this till they see me go totally unnoticed in a crowd.
I collect Andrew Lloyd Webber cast CDS in every language they are in, though I only know French. However, I am learning other languages because of it–German, Dutch, Swedish, Spanish. My latest find, through a Netfriend, is Evita in Danish, my first recording in that language.
I don’t do birthdays. I don’t believe in them. I find it ridiculous that anyone would want to celebrate the fact that they are one second older than a second earlier, or a day for that matter. What is the significance of a year that you have to celebrate it? Why not celebrate your birthday each month? Or each day?
I also find it ridiculous that you celebrate a fact that you didn’t have a say in whatsoever. Sure, you celebrate the fact that you get married, that you passed an exam or so, but why celebrate the fact that your parents threw you on this world. They did the work, not you. It’s not worthy of a party or presents. Why give someone a present with something that happens out of its own? You’re not giving anyone a present when they wake up do you?
Anyway, I’m ranting. But people classify this look on life as weird, so I just thought I’d mention it.
Also, I know that I’ll die when I’m 32. Don’t ask me why. No gypsy has predicted this or anything, nothing supernatural about it, I just know… I usually don’t mention this to people. They have the tendency to run away…
Where to begin?
-I love frozen junk food. Chips, cookies, chocalte, all much better when cold or frozen.
-I am a 16 year old girl who has never taken drugs but I love “cosmic tv”. You know, when you watch TV with the sound down and listen to music. Best when watching Animal Planet, one of the Spanish channels, or cartoons and listening to Radiohead or the Verve.
-I seem to randomly burst into song more often than the average person.
-I think that I’m invisible. My friends and I have had pillow fights in department stores, come close to destroying merchandise in Wal-Mart, talked about how we should “torch the place” in various public places, and other things that should have caused us to be kicked out or at least people to look at us weird and no one notices.
-I noticed the Jehova’s Witnesses were canvassing my neighborhood, so I dressed in my girlfriend’s lingerie and waited for the knock. I was drunk and bored and I figured I’d give them something to witness. They didn’t even bat an eye.
-I have dozens of role-playing games and wargames that I’ve never played. Never even tried. Just like to read the rules.
-I desperately want a girlfriend who looks like Vampirella.
-I’m a bachelor with an 8 year old cat. I don’t like her, and she doesn’t like me, but I figure I have a responsibility towards her. Good practice for marriage, I guess.
I like try to get kicked out of as many places as possible (Walmart at 3:30am Xmas Eve. Store called “Everything’s a Dollar.” Twice. Once for asking for pricechecks on everything. The other time for arguing that, since sales tax is not listed in the name-it should be “Everything’s a Dollar and Six Cents”-that it was false advertising. Have a new thing where I eat for free by grossing the waiter out at the end of the meal by drinking a bottle of A1. Straight. Chugging it like a pledge at a frat party).
I wait until friends come over, and when my cat gets vocal, I start to talk to her. One of my favorites is when she meows, and I respond, “No, Lima is thew capital of Peru. You’re thinking of Bogata.” Or I’ll look at her, and after she meows, say “Well, I can see where he’d get upset over that. I mean, he DOES have his own thoughts, and it’s really not fair of you not to listen to them.”
I eat popcorn with chopsticks.
I can’t stay quiet in the movies. Even if it’s a good movie, I still have to crack jokes, even if it’s only to my neighbor.
I can’t sleep alone. I have to have someone there in order to actually get a good sleep. And, since I’m single, and not dating anyone, and have no “romantic friends,” I am up a lot.
I find Gilbert Gottfried hysterical. I don’t think Jennifer Love Hewitt is cute (give me Kirsten Dunst). I own a John Travolta CD.
I tried to prove that every word in Roget’s Thesaurus (dictionary version where the words are alphabetized) was referred to by at least one other word. By hand. I actually became rather obsessed with it and used up most of my free time on it. Till I got disgusted with myself and threw the book away (But not until I found one word that I couldn’t find referred to by another word)
When I was a child, I played solitaire Monopoly.
But I don’t have time to be creatively strange anymore.
Solitaire Monopoly? I played every boardgame I owned that way.
I don’t know if I’m weird for doing it, or she’s weird for noticing, but my girlfriend pointed out that I always put my left shoe on before my right without tying either, and then tie the right before the left. Always.
I think it’s a hockey/baseball superstition hangover. Ever since I was eleven, I’ve always taped the same silver quarter on the butt of my hockey stick. In junior, I held up our bus for 3/4 of an hour looking for it after my sitck had been broken and been tossed by a linesman.
I think anyone who’s played competitive sports probably has a story like that…or I’m just a freak. Either way.
I name everything. Cars. Shoes. Jackets. Squirrels. People I don’t know. People I do know. The only one I can’t come up with a name for is Gunslinger, whom I tend to call Moonpie by default.
I like to pour pixie sticks into Mello Yello, stir, and drink.
I also like to use pixie sticks as an inhalant. (Line 'em out and snort 'em up.)
I will occasionally put my pants on inside out and wear them that way all day.
I wear big, fuzzy pink slippers instead of shoes sometimes.
I am willing to pay extra money for things made in Canada or Texas.
In the past month I have made $15 by getting freshmen to dare me to lick the tables in the cafeteria.
I don’t answer my phone. My family and friends know to email me.
I hate snail mail. I have a long hallway from the front door to the living room. The mail comes through a slot in the door. The hallway eventually becomes a river of fliers, inserts, ads, and other evils of bulk mail. I pick out the bills when they come through, but as soon as I get all my bills online, I’m affixing a garbage can under the slot.
I have to say, in a loud voice, “I am unplugging the coffee pot” when I leave my place.
man, you guys are weiiiird…
especially Tequila…
But I see I am Not alone!
I play solitary monpoly (only on a computer)
and can’t swallow pills either.
In fact, I don’t feel very weird at all now about my oatmeal thing…
Hmmmm, I really don’t classify myself as weird, but some of my friends find me strange because I can listen to Tori Amos, Garth Brooks, and Eminem, one right after the other. Also, I have a friend that finds it odd that I like hot Diet Coke. Nothing that I find really out of the ordinary.
I have a hard time convicing people:
A.> I was not dropped on my head as a child. (hey, @#$* you, people! I was NOT!)
B.> I’ve never done drugs.
C.> Other people are lame…
D.> Item C was a joke.
