An off-centaur remark if I ever heard one.
Are you sure it’s not four candles? Or fork handles?
I do the ‘back-of-the-hand-handle-check-for-static’ myself, after having been bitten too many times going to the loo at work.
I also have a ‘thing’ where, on the train on my way to work in the mornings, there is a spot between two stations where a panoramic view of the Bay appears. Mostly I am alert enough to be watching when it comes up, but sometimes I have been engrossed in the newspaper or a book, and miss it entirely. On those days, I feel somehow incomplete. Yeah, I’m serious…it’s freakin’ weird. Maybe I’m borderline OCD or summat. 
I’m a mad puzzler (nine letters, one big word, many four + letter smaller words) and I am never satisfied until I get to the ‘genius’ level regardless of how quickly I find the big word.
I never finish a cup of coffee.
I sunbathe in just my underwear and a lucha libre mask… it’s for my circadian rhythems.
I sometimes deliberately select odd numbers (volume control, etc) just to annoy even-number loons.
I’ve always preferred odd numbers and I’m frequently called out by uptight even number people. Man, they sure seem committed to symmetry.
M&M candies are fertile ground for ideosyncrasies.
I once worked with a guy who, upon opening a package of M&M’s, would immediately place one in his shirt pocket. After observing this many times, I finally asked why. He explained that he didn’t want to get engrossed in his work and eat the last M&M without realizing it, so he put one in his pocket. That way he never missed savoring the last one!
I also worked with a guy who had M&M wars to determine which one he ate next. It workes like this: take 2 M&M’s and place one on top of the other between your thumb and index finger. Squeeze them together until the candy shell on one breaks. This is the loser and is eaten immediately. The winner is set off to one side, and 2 new M&M’s are selected for battle. Repeat until each M&M has been through a first round battle, losers eaten and winners set aside. Begin round 2 with the winners pile. Continue until you have an ultimate champion! You decide whether the UC lives on or is eaten.
Heh. Took me a minute… 
A minor physical abnormality. Instead of the one bony protrusion on the outside of each ankle, I have two, one on top of the other. Nobody’s ever pointed and screamed, though.
When this started, I was going to chime in with “I read magazines back to front.” (and I have been known to compile Color Frequency Bar Graphs on M&M colors). But instead, I feel like I should say: I have never felt more normal in my life. Thank you, every single one of you, for eclipsing my minor quirks with your epic ones.
Light brown (aka tan) was my favorite, but they did away with that color when they introduced blue M&Ms back in 1995. Pity, because I think blue and light brown would be an appealing combination. I suppose I could always order some from the M&M custom colors website.
EDIT: But they do still have orange M&Ms. Is that what you meant?
Another who likes to have fun with words. I especially like to mispronounce the Classics writers, like So-fokels, Yuri-pides, Aristo-fanes, Pitha-goras, etc. Also mangling old bromides: A stitch in the bush is worth two early birds; waxing elephants, etc. I get a lot of startled looks, and then a lot of :rolleyes:
I have an inexplicable preference for the number 8, and multiples thereof. I try not to let it direct my actions too much.
My eyes have very different levels of light sensitivity. My right eye has better acuity, but my left eye has much better night vision. If I expect to go from a lit area to a dark one, and no one is around to get weirded out, I often keep my left eye closed for a while to un-bleach it before I go. I have toyed with the idea of getting an eyepatch for just this purpose.
I laugh out silently.
I’m the 11th Doctor but female. No, really. I:
spin around 270 degrees to turn;
insist “fedoras/trilbies are cool” when people mentioned my fedoras or trilbies (unusual in Glasgow);
get inappropriately excited about something horrible but fascinating before realising I should wear my sombre face;
occasionally lapse into buffyspeak;
argue with myself/reason something out aloud;
get antsy if I have to focus on doing just one thing for too long - I need to multi-task.
Also, I’m insomniac and don’t have work/uni or anything to be on time for, so I never know what day, date or sometimes month it is.
The worst part is, I HATE the 11th Doctor. People have pointed out the similarities so often that I make a massive effort to stop doing all of that. It doesn’t usually work.
Every time I leave the house I tell my pets “I’ll be back later - I love all of you!” Just in case, you know, I don’t come back, my last words to them were “love you.” This started nearly 20 years ago when I got my first apartment by myself and has continued through boyfriends, roommates, alone again, and now with my husband.
I get angry listening to people sneeze. I don’t know why this is – maybe because I find sneezing so irritating when I do it myself that I transfer the irritation-by-proxy to the sneezer? All I know is whenever I hear someone have a sneeze attack (like the person down the hall who is in the middle of one as I type!), instead of feeling sympathy for a fellow allergy sufferer, all I want to do is yell at them to knock that shit off.
Weirdo!
If one of my shoes comes untied, I have to re-tie both, otherwise, one feels tight and the other feels loose. I also try to eat ice cream and cake so I have a bit of ice cream and a bit of cake in every bite. They should finish out even. Other than those, I’m perfectly normal.
I’m among friends here, right? Ahem:
When I’m getting ready to watch a movie on a DVD, I have to put the closed-captioning on even though I am not hearing-impaired in any way, because I might miss a word (mumbly actors, foreign accents or references, etc.) somehow. And I get really annoyed when the captioning people get the words wrong: I was watching a Catherine Cookson movie over break and they kept using “summit” when the characters were clearly saying “summat” like in all the All Creatures Great and Small books.
Then I have to find the very last scene and wait until someone speaks a line… so when I hear that line in the course of watching the movie, I will know the movie is almost over.
Then I do the same with the middle of the movie: if there are 22 “scenes” I have to find scene 12 and watch until someone speaks a line… so that I will know that I am in the middle of the movie. And I get annoyed if the “middle” doesn’t quite line up with the Pause button in the middle of the screen. People! Get it together!
Oh, yes: M&Ms: I usually eat all the reds, then all the oranges, then all the yellows, etc. Unless I’m too busy “reading” a movie to watch out for the colors. Chaos!
When I am eating at home, I use one type of dish 90% of the time, an oversized coffee cup with a handle.
Soups and stews go in the big coffee cup.
Casseroles and pasta go in the big coffee cup
Salads go in the big coffee cup
I will even put all the components of a meat-potoatoes-vegetable meal in the big coffee cup, if I’m eating alone I mix it all up anyway.
About the only thing I don’t eat out of the big coffee cup is pizza and sandwiches.
I never choose round numbers when setting the microwave time. I will set 63 seconds instead of a minute, or 3:09 but never a multiple of 30 seconds. Drives my son crazy.
I also purposefully never spell anything correctly on my grocery list. If someone wants to do my shopping they have to interpret “aygs, bred, butt hair, un-yons, dug fude”
I wear colorful silly socks under my slacks at work. Nobody knows! That’s part of the fun.
I have a tendency to read a book about 3/4 of the way through and then stop. Even books that I really love. I just lose interest. It’s weird.
I call excavating machines ‘‘snorts,’’ a la Are You My Mother? I decided that a group of snorts is referred to as a ‘‘snoggle.’’ One of my favorite road trip activities is locating snoggles of snorts in their natural habitat.