The Glade 4.0

I eat my French Fries first..then my hamburger. My cell phone is attached to me constantly, my life is in it..god forbid if I ever lost it !

I can't sleep in a messy bed..has to be made up

Yea..I'm weird :p

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Dream as if you'll live forever...
...Live as if you'll die tomorrow

Vivere Senza Rimpianti

When not at work, yes.

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Memento Vivere

I have local knowledge.
That sandbar was not there yesterday!

GOOMH

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Holy shitsnacks!

what happens if you mess up the bed Kirra? I mean if your bed doesn't get messy when fooling around you're SO not doing it right

And here's what's in mine:

• 2 Clif Bars
• Keys
• ID Badge
• Gum
• Bus Tickets
• 3 Ballpoint Pens (1 each red, blue, black)
• Book
• Umbrella
• NATO Field Message Book (in zippered binder)
• 2d6
• Deck of Playing Cards
• Wallet
• Cell Phone

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Go back to zero, take a pill, and get well ~ Lemmy Kilmister

If your partner sleeps when you're doing it, I'd wager you're not doing it right.

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"Dress cops up as soldiers, give them military equipment, train them in military tactics, tell them they’re fighting a ‘war,’ and the consequences are predictable." —Radley Balko

You fool around, then you make the bed

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Holy shitsnacks!

Lol ..I'm definately not sleeping when my bed is messy . I'm ok with that happening

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Dream as if you'll live forever...
...Live as if you'll die tomorrow

Vivere Senza Rimpianti

You emo sptg, real men carry light brown ones, like mine, same model. I usually only carry it when I'm reading a hardback, but everything goes in it when I do.

I know the alphabet backwards and can recite it almost as fast as forwards. Freaked a cop out when I did that (he asked, sobriety test, I hadn't been drinking but was exhausted and might have been driving a little erratically), no one had ever managed to do that for him before, he let me go at that point.

I can change the 6 gallon water bottle at work easily with one hand. Using two hurts my back. (they have handles)

I never drive to or from work on the same route twice in a row, there are about ten different ways I go, three different bridges to cross the river.

While I prefer plenty of lead time my best work is usually done when its sprung on me unprepared at the last minute. Freaks my boss out sometimes, he's getting used to it.

One of the new bosses asked if there was anyplace decent to eat around where we worked. I sat down and typed out a list of 50 within 4 blocks walk in about ten minutes. Half an hour later I had all the addresses and websites for those that have them. He's still going through the list. (Midtown Sacramento is a great place to eat, ask Katas).

I do my laundry Lenas style and also get three weeks approximately out of a laundry day.

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The U. S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself. B. Franklin

"A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone." -- Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

I have Tourettes and OCD. Everything about me is weird. The nice thing is that I've accepted it and manage pretty well. It's the people around me that probably think I'm nuts. The things that come out of my mouth boggle even my mind.

I have to have my pocket knife with me in my right pocket all the time. It might be because I use the damn thing 20 times a day, but I'm always searching to see if it's there. If I lose one I grab a spare until I get a new one. Last time I flew to Vegas I sent one down with some friends that drive so I would have one when I was there and only without it for a day. I've been known to chuck one in the trash at the airport and pick up another when I land. doing this with Swiss Army knives gets expensive...

Coffee is made cream last, instead of intelligently putting in creamer before I pour the coffee. Which basically means I dirty more spoons.

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It feels like all the people who want limited government really just want government limited to Republicans.
---The Daily Show

hrmph, I thought that was normal... How else do you prevent accidentally putting too much cream in?

My wierd... The blankets MUST be in the right position for me to lie down on them. I cannot stand when a blanket is crooked, sideways, 180 degrees from normal position or upside down.

And my pillow cases NEED to be on properly. I hate when they bunch up around one corner.

And for the love of all that is holy STOP TRYING TO TALK TO ME WHEN I AM DROPPING A SCREELING! The door is closed and the fan is on for a reason.. bugger off.

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Darksiege
Traveller, Calé, Whisperer
Lead me not into temptation; for I know a shortcut

If that's weird then I don't wanna be right.

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I am nearly always working on the solution to some problem in my head.

I can't stop. I wonder if I can fix that....

Two thumbs up.

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"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Jesus of Nazareth

So you want the truly weird, borderline OCD and insane eh?

Ok I'll bite.

- I annoy my cat (and, by proxy, my wife) by singing to it. 95% of the time it's popular songs with just many words substituted with "meow" or "kitty." Basically, it would be like if Henrietta Pussycat from Mr. Rogers were to sing a pop song. The most common song I sing is a bastardized version of "Wake Me Up" by Wham. This is something that occurs at least once a day. At least.

- I can't play any MMO with a vertical row of hotkeys on the left-hand side of the screen. I just can't. The left-hand edge of the screen needs to be kept mostly free of any buttons. Party/raid icons is fine. I think I suffer from a minor case of claustrophobia, and this is just part of it. Odd thing is, I can be deep inside a very tight and confining cave without problems. But if I am working on a computer, for example, and there is clutter around me I have to either clean it up or shove it waaaaay away from me.

- When I get hungry, I get cranky. Yeah, everyone thinks they get this way. No, this is something that is genetic in that when my blood sugar gets low my irritability levels skyrocket. I am normally a very laid-back and passive guy but if I feel like I am being kept from food, it's like Mr. Hyde comes out. I do a lot to contain it, but my brother lets it lash out a lot more.

- For a very long period of time, I was mildly paranoid that there were hidden cameras all over the place. Behind mirrors, etc. Basically almost as bad as the Truman Show. I knew it was extremely unlikely, but the nagging feeling was always there in the back of my mind. I dealt with it by just accepting it and just acting weird as if I was hamming it up for someone even if I was completely alone. Talking aloud to myself, very common. In my older years, a small part of me still has that paranoia.... it's just that I don't care. I think this contributes to my "I have no shame" facets, as I don't care if I have open windows and I am walking around in my underwear in a lit room at night. I figure, "Hey, if someone doesn't want to see that then they shouldn't be looking. And, if they do like it, then I am happy to give them some sort of enjoyment."

- Long before H1N1 was even a twinkle in some microbe's eye, I have been concerned about how clean my hands are before eating. Before I put anything in my mouth, I immediately am reminded of everything I have touched between the last time I washed them until now. Every doorknob. Every keyboard I've used to log in my super-admin password for another user. Everything. I weigh that against how clean my hands are and if I deem them unclean, I will go wash them. Some people swear by hand sanitizer. I use it, but nothing beats old fashioned soap and water. An extreme example: If you have dog crap all over your hands you can use all of the hand sanitizer you want. It will kill all the germs, sure. But the crap is still caked on your hands. It is extremely common to see me get up from my table at a restaurant right before (and sometimes right after) my food arrives just to wash my hands. I never use my bare fingers to re-open a bathroom door. I always use the paper towel I dried my hands with if a garbage is nearby. If there isn't one, then I will awkwardly open the door with portions of my hands that will have no chance of contaminating my food.


I am sure there are more. Those are the ones that I can think of (or the ones I will admit to).

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Les Zombis et les Loups-Garous!

Whoa, me too.

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I have to have my email client and browser match. For example, I like Mail better than Thunderbird, so I have to use Safari instead of Chrome (or Firefox).

Numbuk, we could be related.

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"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Jesus of Nazareth

I keep litterally everything I own in small piles which share, in my mind, commonality. When asked where something is by my honey, my answers will typically be something along these lines: "In the pile of things approximatly 1" x 2" with strange writting on them", or "in the pile of left shoes which only get worn on special occasions".

She's a very patient woman.

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Ezekiel 23:19-20 

Hmm what do I have in my purse..

Motrin
beaded change purse that looks like a fish
gum
floss
listerine disolvables
tampons
eye drops
flash drive
my character sheet for wave game
checkbook

guess I'm OCD bout fresh breath

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Dream as if you'll live forever...
...Live as if you'll die tomorrow

Vivere Senza Rimpianti

I constantly scan roof tops and high locations for snipers ... I have never once been sniped from a roof top or higher location.

I have to sit with my back to a wall and where I have maximum view of any public location. If I can't, I can't sit still.

Whether I know you or not, I always look at your hands first, then your feet, waist area, and then a body scan from top to bottom. I will repeat that process multiple times during a conversation.

Yes, I am paranoid.

I have to sit everything in my pockets in the same spot every day or I will forget something when leaving or returning from work.

When waking me up out of a sound sleep or scaring me, it is best to do so from a safe distance. I tend to hit things when startled.

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~Tolyn~

"A penny for your thoughts; $20 to act it out."

Sugar first, then coffee, then cream. I use raw sugar, the heat of the coffee makes it dissolve better. Cream last.




I not only do this to my cats, I did it to my child. I had entire songs written. You know the Depeche Mode song 'Somebody'? My son's lullaby was that, only it was "I want this baby to sleep" instead of "I want somebody to share"



My family calls it 'food fade', we all have blood sugar issues. And 'cranky' doesn't begin to cover it, 'irrationally confrontational' is a little more accurate. I've learned (and taught Shel) to avoid emotional discussions before meals.



I remember this! Made me crazy, I can't sit with my back to a door. And Shel can't sit with his back to a room. Seating arrangements will be fun when you visit (which is when?).

I practice cursive backwards and upside down at the same time.

No, not me, the cursive!

Once I am satisfied with some processes I do it exactly that same way from then on. Even if I'm not satisfied, there's a good chance I'll do it the same way... which makes driving sometimes an interesting experience. If I made a wrong turn my first time there, chances are very good I'll do that more often than not in the future.

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In time, this too shall pass.

The way you describe that is kind of sexy... I know it not intentional, but...

When I was in tech school I would nibble off all the chocolate bits of the 3 Musketeers before eating the center and they made fun of me. /cry

Sometimes I like to organize my M&Ms by color and then eat them so that they remain at an even number of each color. It's the only way I can impose order on a chaotic world!

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"...the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?" -Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn