So, I’m not the only one who can whistle like that. Cool.
My unusual talents:
I can brew beer/mead/other adult beverages and they taste good.
I can make a good marinade for meat out of my head. I can somehow (hard to describe, but this will do) ‘see’ what the flavors will be, and how they will go together.
Sometimes I can make my heart skip a beat, or wait longer between beats. You get the idea, I have to concentrate on my breathing until I feel my pulse in every part of my body, and then I just kinda ‘will’ it to skip. A totally useless skill, but interesting.
The ability to avoid an argument. I learned this by working on the phones in a crappy catalog sales place in Lakewood, NJ. It confuses people enough to let me get on with the stuff I want to do.
I can also make make weird shapes with my tongue. And although I can’t whistle very well with my lips, I can with my tongue.
I’m pretty decent at elements from their chemical symbols, though I haven’t done any brushups in a while. I use to have up to like element 108 memorized, but now I’ve slipped to like #41. If you like, I could list them either by symbol or name.
I hope this isn’t too racy, but it really is the best interesting thing I can do with my body: I can have continuous/multiple orgasms from intercourse only (no clitoral stimulation).
I can also name almost all the bones in the human body, having learned this in 10th grade.
Good lord…I think you’re my twin, Brunetter. I fondly remember choir and being “Miss Harmony” or, as my smartass friends usually put it, “Don’t listen to Amy. She’s the Harmony Queen.”
Tee hee…How does your head taste? Or is this more like a “head spigot” from whence the marinade flows?
Sorry, but that phrasing just made me giggle uncontrollably. No offense.
Me too. I can “pre-taste” flavors to make a good meal, sauce, etc.
This is one of my talents. I am an excellent cook; gourmet-level with no real training. I watched some TV, and that’s about it.
Furthermore:
I’m good with accents and dialects, but not so great at imitating individuals. I tend to pick up an accent if I stay in one place for more than a couple of days. Like when I go to visit my parents in Minnesota (yah, you betcha)
I’ve been told (but can neither confirm nor deny) that I have a great talent for insight. I can cut through the rhetoric and BS to find the root of the problem(s).
I say that I cannot confirm or deny because A: it would be pretentious of me to admit a talent like that. B: Who’s to say if I’m really right, even though my track record appears to be almost flawless.
I’ve put a quick stop to some squabbles by pointing out why the people were fighting, and that it had nothing to do with the issue at hand. Even they didn’t realize it until someone else said it.
I don’t want to sound like a braggart, but I can orgasm at will. For a guy, it’s a pretty decent talent, and one that my wife appreciates greatly. If it takes her an hour to have an orgasm, I can keep going for an hour, and then orgasm exactly when she does. I’m working on becoming multi orgasmic without loss of rigidity. It’s good to have a hobby…
I can also clover leaf my tongue, undulate it, and turn it sideways, to the left and to the right.
And in a totally non sexual vein, I can put anything electronic together. If you pile 10 televisions, 37 speakers, 4 amps, 15 VCR’s, 62 DVD players etc. etc. together with a bunch of wires and say “GO!”, I’ll have them put together in no time flat, having them all working in sync, and all the times on the VCRs will be set properly. No manual required. I can also figure out the most complex remote controls just by looking at them.
I’ve got a couple that people have mentioned here already. (Frankly, I wish I had many more of them.)
I can do the one eyebrow thing, but I can do it with either one, or I can alternate them very rapidly (both up and down each second). I always could do the right, but my ultra-cool Col. Steve Austin doll prompted me to learn the left also when I was about eight. Anyone remember these, where you could look through his “bionic” eye from the back of his head?
I used to be able to hear the TV from another room, but I guess it’s faded with age (noisy submarine engine rooms will kill your upper range). Funny, I hadn’t even thought about it in years.
I seem to be able to kill threads at will. I’m hoping I’ll lose this one.
My bestest one, though, is very uncommon. You’ve heard all the bromides about “the sound of one hand clapping”? I can do this. I hold my wrist stiff, loosen the knuckles of that hand (they’re very flexible), and if I make a rapid and vigorous “waving bye-bye” action with that arm, the fingers slap down against the palm and make a very respectable clapping noise. People thus far have been almost universally amazed and awed by this practice, except for the one guy in college who wanted to know if I was an orangutan.
I can also do the tongue thing (turn sideways [in oth directions] and to a point where bottom is on top, top on bottom) and I can clap with one hand.
I can also make it so my hands do multiple snaps (i.e. with more than the normal two fingers).
And I give way good massages without getting aroused etc. Just ask any of the people I went to high school with. they’ll tell you. I used to massage practically half the squash team after away matches.
I don’t aroused giving or receiving massages. And I’m also really good at giving them.
I have an acute sense of smell. I can smell even the faintest scent and most often tell you what it is, unless it’s cologne or perfume. Then I can normally tell you the combination of scents.
I tend to remember things that are seemingly useless information, and also some types of numbers.
I am extremely observant. On the rare occasion I don’t notice something, it will be blatantly obvious.
Well, I can rotae my eyeballs counter-clockwise really fast. I’m told it looks pretty damn creepy.
I can do pretty good impressions of a variety of cartoon characters: Beavis and Butthead, Yogi Bear, Hank Hill. Also Yoda and Reagan (He’s pretty much a cartoon character too, I guess).
I have a lot of patience. I have a knack for seeing all the sides to an argument.
Sometimes, the Muse strikes and I know that I am about to write something good/funny.
Apparently, I’m a good kisser.
I can make “eye farts” by placing the palm of my hand against my eyesocket.
I can popo both of my wrists, my jaw and my right shoulder at will.
That’s all I can think of right now.
I am truly the master of completely useless talents.
I have very flexible skin. For example, I can push a finger against a cheek (on my face) and get it to touch the teeth on the opposite side of my mouth. I can be picked up by grabbing the skin at either side of my abdomen. It hurts, and I weigh only 130 pounds, but it can be done.
I can do that thing SuaSponte mentioned where he cups his chin by reaching around the back of his head. As a matter of fact, I can reach my right ear with my right hand by reaching behind my head and under my chin.
I am great at knots. I can tie a bowline with one hand with my eyes closed. I can tie a clove hitch around one of my own wrists behind my back. I have often allowed others to tie me up and let me escape, and have never lost.
I can remove a rubber band from my wrist using only that hand.
I can take bites out of aluminum cans. OK, I’m not sure if this is a talent or simply something others are too smart to try.
I had all US Presidents memorized chronologically by the age of eight.
I can twiddle my thumbs in opposite directions.
I too can spell pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. And touch my tongue to the tip of my nose.
I can grab either foot with the opposite hand, so that I’m standing on one foot, and then jump so that the foot I’m standing on goes over the leg I’m holding, all without falling over or letting go.
And my personal favorite is that I can do a one handed cartwheel with a drink or plate of food in one hand, without spilling it. I can even do it if the drink in question is the remains of the second bottle of cheap champagne (and maybe twelfth drink of the night) and I can no longer walk erect or have any concept of where I am. Hopefully I will be able to make it to a Dopefest to show this one off.
Drat, and just when I was about to mention this. No matter, mine is cooler. I can SING the presidents. My eighth grade history teacher required that we all learn to sing the presidents in chronological order to the tune of Yankee Doodle. Nine years later, I can still do it.
I can hear the TV sound,too, and the bats as well.My kids think I must be a vampire or sumpin’.
I can make the little bones in my ears click together,fast or slow, once or repeatedly,left or right or together.I can make them click loud enough that others can hear it.And I have successfully taught my six year old son to do it, too.
I can cross my ‘ring’ toe over my middle toe.
And know all the lyrics to waaay too many songs.Probably in the hundreds.Enough that they are pushing important info out of my brain, like my ATM pin number.Oh well-priorities,you know.
