Hmmph. That can’t be right. Must’ve been the something-thousands unless I was counting at an astonishingly fast pace.
I once wrote the beginning of Henry V on the sole of my left foot.
Today I sang all the way through “100 goblins with spears on the wall”, got disappointed when I reached the end, and almost started over.
Sometimes I put glue on my hands just so I can peel it off when it dries.
Once I was bored while at my desk, looked down at the empty coke can in front of me, and then curiosity made me slam my head down on top of it, trying to crush the can with a headbutt. Unfortunately, my forehead only hit the side of the rim rather than the top of the can. As the rim is thicker and stronger than the rest of the can, it made a nice big cut on my forehead (a little above the scar from falling head-first onto a rock when I was a baby), but at least I could look with satisfaction at the big dent I’d made in the rim…
My friends and I (cavers) sometimes squeeze through furniture, climb through roofbeams, crawl through storm drains, or sit around on roofs when we get bored.
Once I learned Morse code when bored. Ditto for the Cyrillic alphabet (which has been very useful when I’ve visited Russia) and the Viking futhark (runic alphabet).
I glued an apple to my foot
One year I had a summer school class taught by a dreadfully nearsighted and almost totally deaf old woman. The monotony was so bad that my friends and I resorted to sitting at the back of the class, pouring liquid hairspray on our hands (that all-alcohol ‘L.A. Looks’ stuff that was ubiquitous in the 80’s) and lighting them on fire. By the end of the class the whole room stank of burnt hair.
I had a “job” at an art supply store, which in actuality was some kind of corporate tax-dodge, so basically all I did was sit around all day just in case a phone rang or a delivery was made (seldom and never). Once while working there I made a tower of styrofoam cups that reached from floor to celing so perfectly and snugly that it couldn’t fall down on it’s own.
At work one night I built a castle out of several hundred plastic cuvettes.
It was very pretty and sparkly, like crystal.
Dayshift disassembled it for some reason.
IIRC, that got to be rather…, uh, exciting towards the end of your stay.
I once spent several weeks in ICU. No TV or books or anything. I didn’t even have my glasses. It was just a big room with about 9 or 10 other beds filled with mostly unconscious deathly ill people. And a big clock on the far wall.
I played virtual Scrabble, restricting myself to the pool of letters used in the various things printed on my oxygen tent.
I made a ‘house of cards’ out of five or six decks of cards. It was several feet long, and came up to my waist at least. When I ran out of cards, I admired it for a few minutes, then knocked it over and started again.
I once sewed a button to my toe. I had a big callus kind of thing, just a lump of skin with no nerves. I think it was a blue button.
I twisted my friend’s dreadlocks and stuck them back through themselves. I’m not really sure hot to describe it, but i do remember he had about 58 dreadlocks.
I memorized the opening speech from Richard III.
I saw how many orgasms I could have in one day(17).
Counted ceiling tiles.
Watched infomercials.
One day I was alone and quite bored, so I started plucking my leg hair. I get to the point where there’s a fairly large bald spot, and I grow bored of my leg… so I attempted to depilate my bikini line with a pair of tweezers. I was nearly halfway to bald by the time I stopped and got bored of that… Come to think of it, whenever I get sufficiently bored and there’s a pair of tweezers, I often end up with a bald spot on my leg for a week or more.
-Indigo-
When I get bored and there’s a nice grassy patch (or smooth concrete), I practice walking on my hands.
Ran spellcheck on a list of names from our company database. Renamed everyone based on the spellcheck suggestions.
If I can be so presumptuous as to appoint myself the judge of the weirdest thing so far, I give the prize to this entry from Orange Skinner.
To be so bored as to actually think, even for a moment, that it might be possible to do this (given that it would involve either a giraffe’s tongue or bending one’s spine into a hairpin) has to be a winner.
Once, as a soldier on guard duty, I decided to find out how much water I could drink and piss out in an 8-hour shift. It ended up being around a gallon and a half.
We were in the guard towers alone, and of course we can’t leave our post until properly relieved. I pissed in bottles (had to be able to measure it) and poured them over the side. As luck would have it, the guy who relieved me was a guy I couldn’t stand. He walked right through my big puddle of piss and never suspected a thing. 
She tried. I think that puts her short of the mark.
Once when I was bored? I started to play Tetris in my head, and get this… I lost! Tell me how I can play Tetris in my head and lose? I dont know!
I don’t understand, Hastur. Surely the fact that she did try is precisely what puts her beyond the mark?
I’ve known many women who’ve tried to mow their own lawn.
Now… a man who can fuck himself with his own dick(and I’ve seen pictures), now that is really something.
One day when I was in high school I wrote down the titles of Black Sabbath album and listed every song on each album in order. I wish I could have taken it so far as to write the lyrics to each song, but I wasn’t that obsessed with Black Sabbath. During boring classes I also drew musical staves in my notebook
and wrote my own songs by composing them in my head and then marking the notes on my staves. I kept several of these impromptu compositions and several years later transcribed them to MIDI just to hear how they really sounded.
I wrote out 2 songs, the alphabet backwards and forward, number 1-100 and a multiplication table (0-12).
I tried to talk with myself by writing something on a piece of paper. Folding it up, trying to forget what I wrote, eventually forgetting, reading it replying and then repeating the procedure.
I pulled all my change together and invented a suprisingly hard game that I keep losing at.
I played chess for 4 hours, by myself. Black won.
I once played badminton mentally for half an hour. I stopped because I was jerking around a bit and people started staring.
I came up with a completely baseless theory on how to travel through time by spliting particles. I had diagrams and everything.
I stared at a person for 45 minutes. I suggest that everyone try this. People start going nuts if you stare at them for too long.
Funny… a company I once worked for referred to their computer tech support as "helpdesk’’. It would return spell checked “helpless”.