Posted by Toffe
I do that all the time. The Clear-Elmers-No run-Gel works the best.
Once I also googled the names of everyone I know (under Images) So I could see what people with the same name as me look like.The one person with the same name as me was a young girl with her own website about camp and the person with the same name as my sister has been a camel farmer since 1983.
I used to work as a grocery bagger, and when we would close we would use these ‘manual forklifts’ (I don’t know what they’re called, they’re used to move pallets of stuff around. They can lift up a few inches off the ground like a car jack, and you can move a pallet of heavy stuff around with one by hand quite easily.
On a slow day, after cleaning up and having some idle time to fool around, I got the idea to use the thing as a skateboard when I was taking it back (the only other employee in the store was in the upstairs stockroom at the time). The thing rolled so smoothly, after building up speed by ‘skating’ with it, I could coast the thing much like a scooter. Because the steering mechanism was similar to that of a Radio Flyer, the thing could turn on a dime and I spent many a quiet evening at work zooming up and down the isles, doing super sharp hairpin turns. Man that thing was fun 
I used to have inch-long nails, and spent a lot of time changing the paint jobs on them.
Once, when really bored, I pierced the pinkie nails. I ended up with several pairs of jewelry for them.
They aren’t as long, now.
We called them hand trucks. I never could skate on them though; they didn’t move as predictably.
I think the proper name is “Pallet Jack”. Loads of fun, and after 6 years off and on of having to deal with them, I still can’t steer one to save my ass.
Oh, and things I’ve done when super bored:
Driven a block of staples into my hand.
Also done the masturbation thing… I stopped after 10, as things were getting painful.
Walk through my house fighting/having shoot-outs with/swordfighting with imaginary opponents.
I used to try making up perfect conspiracy theories. I was a paranoid kid for a long while.
When I’m in a boring class where the teacher discovers reading-under-the-desk quickly, I write out the lyrics to songs that I know, or I write stupid little short one-page stories.
If the teacher is not so observant, I pass notes in Tengwar (Tolkien-elvish writing) with a guy who sits near me. Even if a note’s intercepted (only two or three times in two years. We have good aim.) no one can read it.
I try making up real-sounding names from word fragments in restaurants if I forget to bring something to read. Sometimes I actually use those names in stories or screennames/usernames.
A friend of mine jumps up and down saying “Squeak” when he’s really bored. During class, he makes paper airplanes and when class ends, he flies them out the window, one by one. We play-fight with broomstick quarterstaffs during lunchtimes sometimes.
Housecleaning? Push-up? That stuff’s productive!
I look at magazines or websites that publish house plans for sale and mentally decorate them. Sometimes I’ll be unable to sleep, and the only house plans I can find are in my true-crime books, so I’ve spent a lot of time rearranging the former homes of the Wallaces, the Bordens, and the Ramseys.
Many years ago I worked in a hardware store, and used to have to stand at the cash register for hours, with nothing to do, armed only with superglue and the coins in the register. So I used to glue the coins together in the till to piss my coworkers off. Oh how I laughed. Then I got creative and started making coin sculptures. So when I was bored the other day, I remembered this, and I got a tube of superglue and a bunch of coins, and made a coin Christmas tree.
Well when I am bored ussually I talk to myself or go on adventures with the characters from the books of Douglas Adams. but when I am realy bored I think about my life and wonder and then get depressed.
I used to call toll-free numbers that spelled out random dirty things. For instance, I’d call 1-800-BIG-TITS, or 1-800-BLOWJOB. Invariably I’d reach an advertisement for a pay-per-minute phone sex line.
They were always funny. It was usually a recording of a woman trying to sound all sexy and sultry saying “Me and my horny girlfriends are looking for some hot, slippery action” or something similarly ludicrous. I tried a gay-sounding one, 1-800-HUNG-MAN or something, and got a guy with a deep, raspy voice saying the same thing. I never got bored enough to actually call the pay numbers.
Someone got a Craft-matic Adjustable Bed for Christmas!
Prurient interest and all that, but I just gotta ask. Did you have any, uh, side effects the next day?
When I was bored during one car ride I wrote the numbers 1 to 1000 in Scots Gaelic. Now that I can’t remember any Scots Gaelic, that seems pretty impressive to me now.
I always have note books on me for writing.
One job I had was in the complaint department for a tour company. I was new and my boss ( the only other worker in the dept) gave me stuff to learn ( reading past letters to learn the job.) I the span of a week I read the past seven years, but I wasn’t spose to do it that fast and realized that I was going to be farmed out to another department to do their drudge work.
That would be very bad.
So, I sat at my desk and wrote about 3/4 of a book all on sticky notes. Nearly 10 years later, i still have them and it is a clusterfudge to figure out what page is what ( I did try to number them) but *one day * I will…
I had the most boring job on the planet for a while. I graded ISTEP tests, which are the aptitude tests for Indiana students. I had to grade 10th grade writing. I sat in front of a computer and did one after the other for 8 hours straight. No internet or anything, just these stupid tests.
We weren’t allowed anything from the outside like books or newspapers or anything. So I would write stories about the people around me on tiny scraps of paper. I would also try to see if I could bend a paper clip into a corkscrew shape (harder than you’d think).
Put a condom over my head (I actually got it all the way over my nose before it broke).
Made alphabetical lists of gymnasts (both including and excluding Americans, limiting it to retired competitors, etc.)
Have imaginary conversations with Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Made a city out of cardboard.
Hmmm
I was sitting with all my friends, but somehow I was still bored. I ended up making a army of 60-something twist-tie people.
I made a list in math class of every song I knew off by heart (679 songs or something).
Same class, I made a list of every DJ I could think of, every cd I had. I also made a list of every person I remember meeting.
I used to make my own board games out of paper and tape.
I made 100 tiny cut outs of animals for one game that had to do with a petshop.
I used to count the beauty marks on my body.
At work, which would be Pizza Hut, I send little figures and people or messages through the oven for the manager to laugh at when he’s cutting. Or when it’s closing time, I make little faces in the toppings for the morning crew.
I made two ants have a race to see who would get across the street first. It took them like half an hour.
I can unfocus my eyes and see piles of colored dots floating. I would watch them for hours and hours when I was a kid.
When I was about 6 during a trip, I practiced day and night until I could move my ears. I finally suceeded and it’s stuck. I can move them seperately too, it always freaks people out.
I can’t think of anything I’ve done lately when I’ve been bored. I ussually just scream at the top of lungs out of nowhere or make weird noises until someone pays attention to me.
A friend of a friend of mine in HS could do this. She demonstraited one night.
When I’m really bored I work up various terrorist/counter terrorist scenerios.
Like: Assassinate/kidnap person X at a certain location, with so many bodyguards with various restrictions on personel, weapons and colateral damage.
Remembered another one.
I used to do QC at work on all the culture media, such as agar plates that bacteria grow on. My job was to streak bacterial cultures on the plates to see if they grew like they were supposed to. This is pretty boring. So I used to apply the cultures in various designs so that when the bacteria grew you could see a picture on the plate. You can get quite creative with this especially since different bacteria produce different colored growth.
My supervisor evidently had no aesthetic sensibilities whatever.