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      CommentAuthorGypsy
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
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    ...reasons to suspect that you're still weird.
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      CommentAuthorJohn Smith
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007 edited
     (127.2)
    * My childhood stuffed animal is three feet away from me. His name is Rocky Raccoon. I am no a furry.
    * Next to him I've presently got both the space heater and the fan running.
    * I also have a bust of an old Russian babushka.
    * And a poster of "From Justin to Kelly."

    * Which is under an autographed photo of George HW and Barbara Bush with their dog Milie.
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      CommentAuthorMiss
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.3)
    *Still have hideous nightmares about E.T., feel free to point and laugh. He may be a waddling bug-eyed turd, but he wants to liquify my brain and drink it through his glowy finger.
    *Never kicked the habit of putting dinosaur stickers on my property. Some people do appreciate this, and to them I give a glittery stegosaurus.
    *I have a giant bag of fake cockroaches. Can't remember if I ordered them for a reason. Does one need a reason? I just wish I knew what I was planning to do with them, if anything. They've been here for almost a year...waiting...
    *Aversion to pants. Didn't even own a pair until I moved to Colorado, and that's because someone sent me some. Down with pants!
    *Maintaining a dislike of pretty much all food with the exception of octopus. Everything else gets the nose-wrinkle at best.

    I'm pretty sure everyone hates pants, though.

    @John, I wish I still had my childhood stuffed pals. One was a golliwog, which isn't very P.C., but I liked him a lot.
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      CommentAuthorJohn Smith
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.4)
    Well, I guess Rocky Raccoon isn't too PC either, but what can you do? Still, he keeps an eye (he only has one) on me.
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      CommentAuthorCOMTE
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.5)
    I'm 47 years old and I still spend most of my free time inside theatres.

    I wear Utilikilts in the winter.

    I recently had the logo from the theatre company of which I've been a member for 18 years tattooed on my calf.

    When I envision a "night out", it usually involves horribly made-up drag queens (e.g. Dina Martina), an assortment of brown liquors, and tater-tots.

    I'm a member of this web-based social community.
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    I have a secret hope that one day I'll become a ballerina princess...shit...so much for secret...Not really...I swear...

    I, like John Smith, still have my baby teddy bear safely on display.

    I still believe in God even though all the bullshit seems to dictate otherwise.

    I have a bookshelf filled with everything from Hunter Thompson to Poppy Z. Brite (Strike that, reverse it...alphabetical error...:P)

    And I spend way too much time pondering the universe when I should spend more time pondering my next paycheck.
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    The landlord complains I make too much noise, but I pay no attention. He comes knocking at the door, all, "Put on your pants," and, "Why do you never wear pants?"

    I despise his intrusions.
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    Amen to that, Blasi!
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      CommentAuthorravnos
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.9)
    I too have my childhood stuffed animal on display in my room.
    I just bought a top hat today. And promptly wrote "In This Style - 10/6" on an index card and stuck it in the brim.
    I play with nerf guns... a lot
    I study philosophy... the weird philosophy... not this Aristotle shit.
    I carry on conversations with my cat... when other people are around.
    • CommentAuthorStefanJ
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.10)
    I never had stuffed animals as a kid. I always figured they'd figure out that I was a dweeb and, like my imaginary friends, go play with some other kid.

    I have pictures of Burgess Shale fauna stuck up in my cubicle at work.

    When I'm in a bad mood, I arrange to fart in my dog's face. Petty revenge for the carrying-around-bags-of-shit thing.
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      CommentAuthorBen
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.11)
    I patch my clothes.

    I still have to imitate my childhood cat whenever someone says the word "Haaaam!"

    I have about 400 board feet of lumber in my attic "Just in case".

    I swing dance.

    I have been chased by two moose, three bears and one duck since I was fifteen. *the duck was in the last two years*
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      CommentAuthorStarrah
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.12)
    I still have a collection of over 150 stuffed animals from when I was kid, but I'm not sure that makes me weird.

    1) But still sleeping next to a handful of them at 23 might be a little werid.
    2) I hate being barefoot. I sleep with socks on, even in the summer. I didn't even know it freaked people out until recently.
    3) I spend a few hours gothing it out as soon as I get off work on Friday afternoon. It's not the weekend (or happy hour) until my eyes become a painting and my skin is touching leather.
    4) I still spend a huge amount of time, effort, and money tracking down old Hellblazer comics.
    5) My idea of a good time on Valentine's Day is a bottle of wine, a dinner of cheese and bread, and the first Star Wars movie.
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    @ Starrah

    Nothing you said makes you weird. It makes you hot. :p
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      CommentAuthorbschory
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007 edited
     (127.14)
    First of all, there's a gremlin on your head, and it wants me to tell you to feed it or else it will beat you senseless.

    I have created detailed plans on how to construct a record player that I can carry around so that I can listen to vinyl on the go, and hope to perfect them and build one within the next couple of years.

    I have spent time developing a definition of the word "normal" that does not rely on the actual existence of other people, merely my perceived experience of their existence (which might just be an illusion), and freely use it because the definitions of "normal" I have encountered to date have no meaning to me.

    I cannot sleep in complete silence, and in fact need either a podcast or music going. The white noise of a fan running only half works. When I try to sleep in silence, and I'm not in bed with someone, I get immensely paranoid and have to sleep with something small and sharp or blunt and heavy within reach to even begin to relax.

    Little green army men will always be one of the best toys on the planet, and I will continue to play with them so long as I have a willing opponent and somewhere outside where I can set up fire filled trenches using lighter fluid.
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    Little green army men will always be one of the best toys on the planet, and I will continue to play with them so long as I have a willing opponent and somewhere outside where I can set up fire filled trenches using lighter fluid.


    Dude, I am there.
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    * I've developed a voice that I think approximates what my dog sounds like, and use it often to voice her probable thoughts.

    * I'm a slow reader because I won't finish a scene before being able to see it clearly in my head.

    * When I was young, I would set all the stories I read in-town, as cast folks I knew. While reading an 80s Hardy Boys book, I imagined a friend of my father's being shot in the head inside of a locksmithing store down the street.

    * I read long messageboard discussions on comics I've never read.

    * Watching obviously fake UFO videos scares the crap out of me.
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      CommentAuthormuse hick
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.17)
    if i say its more of a gestalt thing is that a cop out?

    1. i talk about memes way too much.
    2. i switch conversations at the drop of a hat
    3. i remember shit from when i was 18 months old
    4. i keep relating stuff back to the matrix endlessly
    5. eating peanut butter and tomato sandwiches apparently
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      CommentAuthorgwferguson
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2007
     (127.18)
    1. Amongst the bazillions of books and DVDs on my bookshelves are a monkey brain in a jar and a pair of drive-in theater speakers.

    2. I have a plaster replica of the Maltese Falcon and a brick from 221 Baker St. on my end table.

    3. I have a sizable skull & skeleton collection on display in the living room (a small sample).

    4. Some relative gave me this handmade spooky-ass thing when I was a child...and I still have it.

    5. Cthulhu is my co-pilot!
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      CommentAuthorGypsy
    • CommentTimeDec 4th 2007 edited
     (127.19)
    gwferguson- Nice skeleton collection! I have gargoyles.

    And a monkey brain! Cool! Is it real?

    And that rather spooky looking gift...there must have been a "movement" for making those things because, I will swear to it that I had one that looked very similar. I didn't keep it, though. I lost my enjoyment of non-taxidermied stuffed things after the music box in my rabbit broke when I was five...I still remember that night, quite well.

    muse hick- At first read, peanut butter and tomato sandwiches does sound weird...but I've already agreed to try peanut butter sandwiches with chili next time I have it, so there has to be something good about peanut butter and tomatoes together...I've just never heard of it before. I like to eat pickled octopus...a lot of people seem to think that's weird.

    Miss- I own one pair of jeans and I usually only take those out when I go horseback riding. I do have other pants but much prefer skirts and wear them far more often.

    COMTE- Guys in kilts...HOT!!!! It is also another reason why I like wearing skirts...
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    I wake up every morning, hands drenched in gore as I kneel over the corpse of the same sandy-haired girl from my dreams. The walls are imploding and they whisper through my spine: "You've lost that loving feeling". After that a Taxi takes me straight to the local constabulary where I stand in a crowded lobby shouting: "DETECTIVE!!!"

    I am, possibly, the only Discordian in Kent (UK). When I tell them (THEM) I worship Eris they (THEY) think I'm a religious nutter (by the way, kim: nice number choice - five all the way)

    I'd rather EAT MY OWN FLESH than watch TV and yet I still do. Then I start shouting at it, even in polite company: my one night in the Maidstone cells surrounded by drunks and vagabonds being a notable example.

    I eat my thumb whilst concentrating. It has now developed an almost impenetrable carapace. At a recent hostage negotiation I was attending at the local hobbycraft I ran into the building screaming: "My thumb is like a shield of manky, chewed-up skin!" Hence the night in the cells.

    Vaginas remind me of spiders and I am arachnaphobic.

    I'm kind of regreting this....

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