What You Don’t Know Could Kill You
That might be an overstatement. But there are things you don’t know about me. They most likely won’t lead to your untimely death, but if they play a part in your timely death, I offer no apologies. I am but a pawn of the reaper. A sexy little reaper.
But I was thinking, a lot of us here don’t know each other very well, and in many cases only know each other through this site. I alone am the catalyst that brings you together. In many ways I am like Professor X, taking freakish mutants under my wing for their own good and for the good of the world. Hmmm… Why can’t I feel my legs now?
Anyway, the purpose of this thread is to share things about yourself that the rest of us might not know about you. Maybe some of us know, but not all of us. Shoot, even those of us who know each other very well may learn some things about each other. You have to play for this to work though…
I shall start…
Because of my screwed up neck, I look for parking spaces that I can pull straight through, that way when I leave I don’t have to turn my head to back out.
I’m afraid of projection booths.
If I’m in a movie theatre, I will not turn around toward the back for fear of catching a glimpse of the booth & the light coming out of the projector. If I manage to see a bit of the image being projected, it’s all over. I’m creeped out for the rest of the evening.
I’m not sure, but I think I’m a bit afraid that I’m going to turn around in the middle of the movie and witness someone being murdered in the booth while everyone else is just sitting there watching the movie. Particularly if it’s a comedy.
I’m happy when electricians take the time to properly wire two or more light switches to control a single fixture. If two switches are used, then when they are both up or both down the light should be off. Only if one is up should it be on. Knowing that someone took care to ensure that this works properly makes me smile.
every time i order a 3-way from skyline, i laugh to myself.
no matter how hard i try i cannot go to burger king and order a whopper, by calling it whomper with a straight face. in fact the word whomper is making me laugh right now.
the right side of my chest curves in.
therefore i have a dent in my chest
I love to read books.
I enjoy going to movies/out to eat/for coffee by myself.
I enjoy “un-masculine” music such as Barry Manilow, ABBA, & Air Supply.
I would be considered very politically INcorrect.
I can’t blow a bubble with gum.
I don’t believe in coincidence.
1. I hate the feel of cardboard. Not the white, finished cardboard- the rough brown stuff. I’ll go out of my way to avoid touching it. My hands feel gross forever afterwards.
2. I get cranky when I’m thirsty. Most people do this if they’re tired or hungry, but not me. If I (for no apparent reason) suddenly act a little grumpy, toss me a water and I’ll be better.
3. I compulsively stop and smell flowers. I can’t help it. Going to the Park of Roses with me takes a looooong time. I also feel compelled to stop at any non-nasty-looking water fountain. Maybe that relates to #2.
4. I love red-headed little kids (even the devils).
5. I can’t whistle but I really want to learn. I especially want to learn how to do that really obnoxious whistle with hands in the mouth.
6. I really like pajamas with feet. But I want the feet to be detachable. I realize this will result in me losing the feet and cursing about it later but I still want them.
I have an extra toe.
1. I sing “Jesus Loves Me” to myself when I’m scared.
2. I have a freakishly long tongue.
3. When I was little, my dream job was being a waitress at Ponderosa b/c they had a great Sundae bar.
4. I hate the sound of people chewing their ice. I like really can’t stand it. It makes me a little crazy just thinking about it now.
5. When I am really angry I turn into crazy-cleaning woman. We’re talking scrubbing tile with a toothbrush crazy.
I can’t sleep with the sheets tucked in.
I can’t sleep with socks on.
I eat peanut butter out of the jar at least once a day.
I love chocolate milk.
I watch an episode of The Andy Griffith show almost every night.
I am freakin scared of bats.
I have been knocked out three times in my life.
Once upon a time, I wanted to specify in my will that I had to be buried barefoot because I can’t sleep with anything on my feet.
Chris can remember every event in his life dating back to age 2. :)
Actually, maybe it would be extra fun if — after sharing something about yourself — you wanted to go ahead & share something unique you know about someone else on the site. B/c at the very least you all know me to varying degrees, and while many of you don’t know all of each other, a lot of you know *some* of the folks here…
In all seriousness, I almost put down something of the like, but chose not to out of being deemed an arrogant geek. So I went with the Barry Manilow.
Darren had no body hair until the age of 7.
Chris was completely covered w/ body hair by the age of 7.
This one’s real: Darren’s nickname was Bull Darren b/c when he was little he’d make little horns w/ his fingers & charge people.
After Bill was born, he was kidnapped by a clutter of felines and raised as a kitten on a diet of milk and Little Debbies. We found him stuck in a tree at the age of 11, trapped by spiders, whereupon we rescued him and raised him as our own.
Not surprising:
Surprising:
Keep it up folks & I’ll have my caped, bearded & highly medicated alter ego rain vengence down upon you all.
i hate the sound of other people chewing anything. esp potato chips.
hey Chris J. you remember that time we were at your house playing madden on the genesis, and i was playing rusty, and i kept telling rusty what play i was calling and he still couldn’t beat me?
that was awesome.
(this was a test of your memory) so if you don’t remember then darren is wrong.
1. I really like old junky cars. Far better than new ones, for aesthetic purposes anyway. I really enjoy driving around in the worst piece of crap car you can imagine for as long as I can keep it running.
2. I used to keep one of those 1ft deep plastic kiddie pools on my deck just because it seemed to really annoy the woman that lived next door to me. I would put a lawn chair in front of it and sit there watching a portable tv with my feet soaking in it. She hated me – I suppose for making the trailer park feel so tacky. I like watching people get worked up over petty issues.
Cool superpower, Bill.
Kevin, nobody could beat you in Madden.
NG — is #1 somehow tied into #2? :)
Yeah, Kev. I seem to recall you playing that way fairly often. Just calling out your plays at the line. Didn’t take long to tell that you were tellin the truth. You need to get on xbox live & do that. That would totally tick people off if you were able to beat them even while telling them the plays you’re runnin… Nothin better than spankin little French kids on xbox live. Nothin worse than get spanked by little French kids on xbox live.
really?
Around age 10/11, Bill used to say he was a kitty cat… with mouth wide open…moving his hands/paws up and down like he was running and say, “kitty cat wanna play”. We have a picture of this at home. I’d give anything to be able to show it on here.
I graduated from high school in a class of 10 — 9 of whom I’d gone to school with since first grade
I am obsessive compulsive about “knocking wood”
I loathe mouth noises
Hymns make me cry
I love to read, and I likes me trashy novels
I instinctively add any string of numbers I see — like digital clocks, phone numbers, highway signs, cash registers, license plates, etc. It’s really irritating.
I “average” words. That is, I look at words or groups of words and then compute their averages using a complex set of rules, typically involving replacing letters with the letter that falls nearly equally between them, rearranging letters to make palindromes, and then averaging some more.
For example, the phrase “The Internet is my hidey hole” becomes:
1 – Tehinternet simyhideyohel
2 – tekik teppet simyh ideyohel
3 – kitek teppet sikyk idiyihil
4 – kitik rerrer kisik jijijij
It’s freakin compulsive. Do it all the time while people are talking to me, often to keep what they’re saying interesting.
THAT is really weird, Seth.
I can’t quite say that I believe this… Not usually Seth’s style, but I feel like he’s pullin our leg, playing off of Liz’ quirkiness…
Nope, totally completely true.
I can explain the rules if that would make you less skeptical.
Some of this could be OCD :-)
I count EVERYTHING
I am afraid of having kids because they might be ugly…seriously..I worked at a daycare..I have seen some ugly ones
I like my dog more than I like most people
I hate going public places by myself
I watch the movie The Notebook once a week
I am possibly the worlds worst driver (shiny things distract me) :-)
Ok that’s enough. There are TONS more..but they just make me look stupid :-)
1. I lke cookie dough/cake batter far better than the baked goods they turn into. Sometimes I purposefully undercook cookies just so they’ll still be a little doughy in the middle. This feels related but probably isn’t – I like to pour milk (or coke) over ice cream so little ice crystals form in it.
2. I’m a very tactile person. If I’m walking through a store in like, the bedding and pillows section and something looks like it has a neat texture, I have to reach out and touch it.
Kevin says:
Liz says:
I could not agree more with this. I used to study in the lounges in the buildings in the Math/Engineering area of OSU. I would frequently study there during lunch hours so the room would be perfectly quiet except for one or two people eating. And I mean loud, lip smacking, open-mouthed chewing. It drove me positively insane.
And while I don’t want to make cultural/racial generalizations about the types of people that tended to do this, I will say that I suspect that the foods they were consuming contained a great deal of curry.
To the counters, word averagers, and generally eccentric among us, I would like to recommend the book Devil in the Details by Jennifer Traig. It’s the story of a girl who struggled with scrupulosity, a hyper-religious form of OCD. To well-adjusted readers, it seems extreme and sad. To anyone who has ever thrown out the top kleenex in favor of the cleaner tissue beneath it, it is laugh-out-loud hilarious.
I’m hyper-religious. I *really* look after orphans and widows in their distress. I mean, way more than I should.
(Disclaimer: I’m not making fun of Liz or anyone with OCD. I’ve just heard that term often and always find it weird).
Scott, what does this mean??
I can’t sleep unless they *are* tucked in. Oh, and I need to have the blankets pulled up over my shoulders (but not up on my neck, b/c of my head).
I do this too (not coke though). It’s my fav way to eat ice cream at home. Picked it up from dad… If the ice cream isn’t quite cold enough to make that frozen shell of milk, I’ll stick it back in the freezer until the milk I poured on freezes…
Wow, I couldn’t agree more! When it’s really cold and I refuse to turn my heat on b/c I’m crazy like that, I’ll go to bed with socks on, but I’ll wake up with out them on and no memory recall of taking them off at night. When I was younger I often did that with all my clothes when I slept. Sleep overs always had the potential of embarassment for me. Good thing I grew out of that.
Another sleep thing… I can’t sleep unless I have at least a sheet or a blanket covering me (untucked of course) and I cannot sleep on anything moving, ie in a car, plane, etc.
Also I brush my teeth as well as shave in the shower. So, by the time I’m out of the shower, I’m all done getting ready.
I sooooooooooo agree with that..it can be 90 in my house and I STILL need a blanket
I also can’t sleep unless I have pillows behind me…it makes me feel like I am not sleeping alone (that makes me sound ho-ish) :-)
I was just being stupid. I just meant that being hyper- or very-religious should be a good thing, like really, really caring for orphans and widows (which the NT says is pure and undefiled religion). But I’m sure that it’s a real disorder and I wasn’t trying to mock anyone, yada, yada, yada.
i killed a fly with a yard stick today. the kids were impressed
I killed a bat with a plastic kids shovel. I impressed myself.
Did I ever tell you about the time Brasky went hunting? Brasky decides he’s going to hunt down all four of the Banana Splits. He stalks and kills every one of them with a machete. They all begged for their lives…except Fleegle.
In reference to Stinky agreeing to a makeover Bill and I cooked up for her (I had to agree to a goth makeover):
Lisa: cool…I thought I’d have to bribe you with my first born or something
Lisa: or like I’d have to feed your snake
Stinky: ooohhh
Stinky: I didn’t even think of that
Lisa: hey we already made a deal
Stinky: *sigh*
Stinky: yeah
Stinky: ok
Stinky: I guess . . .
Lisa: I mean, I watched you feed it [Lily, Stinky's pet snake]. I told Bill that and he said he wouldn’t even do that
Stinky: he’s more of a girl than you are
Isn’t that great. I mean, he’s even more of a girl than Josh Groban.
1. I am DEATHLY and irrationally afraid of birds. As in, I’ll cross the street if I see too many gathered in the path ahead of me. Pigeons are the worst – they have no fear.
2. I have a nightmare at least once a month about getting attacked by birds – although it’s never happened in real life (not sure where this fear comes from)
3. I rearrange letters on other people’s license plates when I’m driving to try and form as many words I can and will allow myself to add 1 additional letter if it’s all vowels or all consanants (in CA, license plates are usually 4 numbers and 3 letters).
4. I love playing Literati on the computer – for those who don’t know, it’s an online yahoo game similar to scrabble that allows you to play against other ppl.
5. I love playing and watching pool – i have billiards set to record on my TIVO.
6. When i eat, I like to eat equal portions of everything on my plate that way I finish everything at the same time.
7. My fave kids cereal is Fruity Pebbles
8. Navajo Godfather enlightened me about Fruity Pebbles rice krispie treats – YUM!
Cz–I, too, am afraid of birds flying low (especially pet birds as in pet stores or someone’s home). I am afraid the bird will get tangled in my hair. When I was about 8 or 9, I was walking through a pasture field a good way from home when I stepped on an underground hornets nest. The bees got tangled in my long hair and stung and stung me as I ran home. I know that is where the low-flying bird fear comes in. Also, bats flying around come in this category.
Psych link:
Bird Phobia: Fear Of Birds: Typically called Ornithophobia
A phobia can be defined as an intense, illogical fear that is persistent over time
Phobia in Greek means dread or fear
Causes
A phobia can be developed in a learning experience. As in the case cited in Bird Phobia, the client experienced a highly traumatic incident when she was 13 years old, in which a bird flew into the room. She literally was panic stricken at the time. When a person is in a high emotional state, their mind learns very quickly, as it perceives that they are in danger and therefore whatever is there at the time can be tagged as a threat to their survival. In this particular case it identified birds as that threat.
After this point in time, whenever the client came into contact with birds, the survival instinct was automatically fired off by the unconscious mind. The unconscious mind was continually accessing every situation for the presence of birds. That is why a person with a bird phobia will always notice the presence of birds if they are anywhere in their vicinity.
Phobias can also develop as a result of a person being under high levels of anxiety for a period of time. An example of this is a trainee who attended one of my EFT Training courses. She had a cockroach phobia that developed as a result of her being under continual stress due to difficulties in her relationship with her partner. She was living in an apartment that had cockroaches at the time. Her mind erroneously made the association that cockroaches were responsible for the highly anxious state she was experiencing. The cockroaches were merely there, the real culprit was the relationship issues.
I am constantly aware of birds when I’m outside. I cannot eat outside during the day in fear of birds flying nearby. I am actually disgusted when i see birds near food or flying near people’s tables, etc.
1. I have bizarro pinkies that are always bent. (It’s hereditary.)
2. I have an unusually strong aversion to spiders. (I scream like a 12 year-old girl just thinking about them. I’m screaming right now!)
3. I have been a gymnast and an opera singer
4. I am addicited to Sudoku and have to do at least one daily
5. I’m a poof
I’m so close to looking this up, but I’m just too lazy…
Poofter is funnier, but hey man, it’s your life…
Don’t trust Eric, I’m sitting in the office next to him and he’s not screaming.
Poofter is funnier, but implies more poofiness than I am willing to admit to, so I ‘ll just stick with poof.
What meant most to me in my life was not my lucrative business ventures or even the many women I bedded, but rather the sled I had as a child.
That seems to be an interesting twist on current morality and values. If done well, that could make for a compelling film.
I can be sleepwalking eyes open and hold full conversations and not remember a thing the next day
I still cry at Old Yeller and I have seen it a million times.
I can only sleep if it is 70 or below in my room
I prefer Italian food to Mexican food (awesome cliche)
Man I am boring!
Hey, we have another Lunesta user in the house…
This is a crime to humanity. *sigh* Am I the only true Mexican these days?
Yes judging by your name you are most likely the only true Mexican left out there. :-)
1. I named Stinky
2. I want a friend who refers to chocolates as “chockies”
Bill says:
I refer to chocolate as choxy sometimes, due to the influence of the boxes of chocolates at Target. Is that close enough?
And Bill, what exactly makes you an honorary Mexican? Do you have some sort of certificate from the Mexican government? Or are you basing it on some slurred conversation you had with a waiter at Vaqueros where you said “I like your women, I wish I was a Mexican” and he said “Que?”
Returned Sunday night from a mission trip to Tijuana. It was really awesome; first time I’d ever been to Mexico. Top of my list was certainly getting to know the kids in the dump that helped us build the house there, but on the personal-vacation side, I’ve gotta say that I was really blessed by the following:
1. REAL Tacos, for breakfast
2. Beans, tortillas and potatoes
3. Beans, tortillas and scrambled omelettes
4. REAL chile rellenos
5. My new vocabulary (galletas, gelados, churros, empanadas)
We did do stuff other than eat; I haven’t had time to update my site with it though. Gotta recommend the experience to anyone, the kids just break your heart.
also recently Seth has a lot of gas.
and i really enjoy saying “empanadas”
i believe it came from a strangers with candy episode where a mexican boy was rubbing empanadas on his nips, while saying empanadas in a somewhat funny voice. If this isn’t true then i dreamed it up.
Wow. This is so far off in several fantastic ways…
Yes, it was a SWC ep. No, Toby was so not Mexican (why do we minorities all look alike to you?), and not a little boy. That pic there is from the closing credits, where he’s dancing, but even then he’s not rubbing empanadas on his nips. It’s more of a belly rub.
But yeah, I think of that ep every time I see the word “empanadas” too…
i’ve only seen it once, so give me a break. and i nver said “little” boy.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never watched a single episode of a tv show whose title contained an acronym.
no MASH?
I can’t imagine I ever would have seen a whole episode. Not really my bag.
Never watched ALF?
Ooo, touche. Actually, he was so much of a friend to me that he was just my buddy Alf, not an Alien Life Form.
I can’t go up stairs without running or having to make a very consious effort not to run for fear of someone grabbing my ankles between the banisters/steps.
nails on chalkboard – very painful
-I can only say the word “aluminum” if I put an “m” in front of it (and it’s on a neurology exam I have to administer to clients.. boo.)
-I only cry out of one eye
-I can’t take the last ‘anything’ off of a plate (like, donut or spear of asparagus)
-My favorite words on to say in French are “haut-parler” and “des haricots verts
-I know German nursery rhymes
-I used to have a Chinchilla
-I pierced my own bellybutton in 7th grade because I am a rebel like that
-The only video game I play is Worms. (I tried to buy the second one for my brother a handful of years ago and actually walked up to this guy who worked at media play and asked “Do you have Worms Two (Too)?” He giggled like a schoolgirl.)
Last one
-I used to be ridiculously ticklish as a child. At some point I realized that this gave people too much control over me so I decided to stop being tickling.. and it totally worked. My resolve is amazing… be afraid…
my favorite word to say in spanish was pantelones
as in “Mis pantelones es en la biblioteca.”
Tengo un pez en mis pantalones.
At the theater 4 times out of 5, between the end of the previews and the start of the ‘feature presentation’ i forget what movie I have come to see
It’s not just you, Julie. I do that too. They play so many of them, and then the freaking commercials on top of that…
Here you go, Lisa.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh…….. the mere idea of people discussing this makes me cringe.
Who is Jay M? Bill, you need a new members post. Anyone new has to post an introductory message which includes, but is not limited to a picture and an embarassing fact about themselves. Like, “Hi, my name is Jay and I have all the seasons of Golden Girls on DVD” or “Hi my name is Jay and I’m a registered sex offender”
Hi Jay.
Hello. My name is
Inigo MontoyaJason Myers. You killed my father prepare to die.Name: Jason Myers (Jay)
Picture:
Embarrassing Fact: Just one? @Bill what’s the character limitation on these posts?
/me turns to find Stinky rummaging through his obscure DVD collection ” Hey get out of there!”
pfft, fine. I’ll just go back to rummaging through your trash.
Moved the above few comments here… And no, Jason does not have to register himself with the city b/c I never pressed charges.
show us on the doll, Bill
Damn it Bill! You promised me this info was between us…
/me runs off to change is bill-johnson.com username so as not to be tracked.
I obsessively “burp” plastic bags, etc. in an effort to remove as much air as possible. For maximum freshness.
Some of you know I am allergic to cats. To the point where I’ve had to visit the ER a couple times when I was younger. Only a couple people know that when I was about 10 yrs old I had a years subscription to the magazine Cat Fancy. What can I say? I think that little kittens are cute. And also, I was grieving over the death of the family cat, Missy, along with the knowledge that I’d never be able to have another cat since my allergies got worse after she died.
On a lighter note, I tried to write a novel when I was in 9th grade. It was about boys. I wasn’t able to finish the first chapter before I lost interest.
It’s kind of messed up to be deathly allergic to cats but have a subscription to Cat Fancy magazine.
Mary, you could always get a devon rex
Yeah, that definitely looks like something that won’t try to steal you soul while you sleep.
When I scanned through the entries in this post earlier today, for some reason Chris’s admission that he enjoys “un-masculine music such as Barry Manilow, ABBA, & Air Supply.” just kinda stuck with me. The image of Chris dancing around his house singing “Dancing Queen” lept unbidden into my mind. Which is weird, because I don’t really know what Chris looks like beyond a vague memory of an old icon he had.
I have to admit that for some reason it bothers me if someone won;t drink tap water. It’s not that i dislike people who buy bottled water i just don’t like it when people won’t drink tap water at all.
That being said why does anyone buy water when they can get it for free anyway
esp after reading this:
http://www.nrdc.org/water/drinking/bw/chap1.asp
Also i hate how in places where they sell bottled water, like at baseball stadiums, the water fountains spit out piss warm water. (maybe that should be in the what grinds my gears thread)
Soylent green. It IS people.
I know Kev. I remember when I first heard of bottled water many years ago I thought that would never catch on….why would anyone buy water?
Now I have a case of it in my fridge.
Am I the only person who absolutely has to fold their socks down the width of the upper seam when putting them on? I think maybe I assume they won’t stay up unless I do…
Yes, I’m putting on socks right now.
I can’t remember the last time I wore long socks like that. I just wear the socks that come barely past my ankle.
Hmm… even with slacks?
I hate socks that go just above the ankle because they always seem to slide down past my ankle when I’m walking. Also, I like being able to pull my long socks way up high like I was in Jr High or something. How can you tolerate a breeze going up your leg? If you had long socks on it wouldn’t be a problem…
I still have a message from my ex-Crazy Landlord from March ‘08 saved on my cell phone.
“John called.”
didn;t know where to put this but apparetnly knowing too much about a coworker can get you killed or beaten by a billyclub
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2010/0506101tsa1.html
So i went to the movies this weekend, the dollar theatre acually which just happens to be the 2 dollar theatre on saturday nights, to watch “She’s out of Your League”. The movie was alright, nothing special but definately had some funny moments, in fact i laughed out loud literally more than once. Well anyway about 3/4 of the way through the movie one of the guys was playing in his band Adult Education: a Hall and Oats tribute band. After they played a song one of the guys said, “Give it up for Adult Education!” and i started clapping out loud as if i were actually at the concert watching the band. Karen turned to me with a weird look and asked “are you clapping for the band?!?” then i realized i was literally clapping in a movie theatre for a band in the movie, a Hall and Oats band even. I’m not sure what happened but i either was so caught up in the hall and oats music or i was kind of tired and losing interest and just did what the guy on the screen said. Anyways karen mentioned it again in the car ride home then again before bed and again before church, so she got a good laugh at it, i’m sure if you were there you all would’ve also.