VoxOrion wrote:...never held a baseball or a glove...

Don't you mean "mitt"? As in, "don't know what hand a mitt goes on"

I set a McDonald's drive-thru time for a dinner rush in my days at the Ft. Washington McDonalds. They gave me a pin with wings on it.

I've had sex with my friend's wife several times.....of course, this was well before they were even dating, much less married. I was dating her at the time, and he already knows we dated, so really it's hardly even worth mentioning.

must be fun to bring up randomly to them though

I wrenched my neck at the gym today. Damn you exercise!

I was the winner of my second grade spelling bee. I said "Witches, W-I-T-C-H-E-S, witches" to win it.

The first episode of Seinfeld aired on my 9th birthday.

Bill McNeal wrote:The first episode of Seinfeld aired on my 9th birthday.

The last episode of M*A*S*H aired on my ninth birthday.

Drugs Delaney wrote:

Bill McNeal wrote:The first episode of Seinfeld aired on my 9th birthday.

The last episode of M*A*S*H aired on my ninth birthday.

Joe Carter hit his home run the night before my ninth birthday/the night of my ninth birthday party.

Turning nine sucked.

The famous David Bowie / Bing Crosby "Little Drummer Boy" duet originally broadcast on the night I was born.

I am 3 degrees from Kevin Bacon.

Marion wrote:I am 3 degrees from Kevin Bacon.

I ate bacon the other morning

Scarlett wrote:

Disco Stu wrote:Oh, and I count stairs as I walk up and down them.

I count steps as I walk--and don't realize when I start doing it....

Everytime I take a flight of stairs, I make sure that I skip at least one step. Even if I am carrying something heavy.

Bakestar wrote:

Disco Stu wrote:

Bakestar wrote:When I set the volume on my TV or car stereo, I always like to set it to a "round" number. Top preference goes to numbers divisible by 5, and then to even numbers with the most factors (i.e., 24 > 22). Odd numbers are never good except for "5" numbers.

I will often find myself setting it to a less optimal auditory listening level so that the setting will comport with my number setting system.

Mild, functional OCD is cute.

I do that too. I find that a lot of these OCD things that used to control my life have waned a great deal when I had kids. When you have vomit on you and somebody else's doodie under your nails, everything else seems to matter less.

Point taken, and while my number fetishes don't and never did "control" my life, I can definitely say they are very strong preferences.

Numbers divisible by 25 are the best, followed by 5, and then even numbers with the most factors. But there's something very beautiful about the number 360, despite the not-25 thing. Divisible by so many other numbers, whomever set that as the degrees in a circle is my neurotic hero.

This mild OCD doesn't carry over to any other part of my life: not a handwasher, door lock checker, etc. I kind of see it as a functional way to occupy my brain during otherwise boring times.

Not OCD, but related to numbers.

When I was in college, I worked at the school newspaper. One of the other reporters was a really quirky guy who became the unofficial mascot. His name was Ed.

One day, the editor blurted out that he would give someone a week off (with pay) if they could tell him what Ed squared equaled. He was just messing around, but I remembered learning hexadecimal, so I punched ED into the calculator, and discovered that 237 was "the decimal value of Ed." And Ed Squared was 56169.

After that, the number 237 became an obsession for everyone on the staff. We worked it into stories any time we could - there were always at least three random 237's per week. And when Ed graduated, we held a retirement ceremony for him, by hanging up his jersey from the rafters, complete with the number 237.

The random fact about me (and my co-workers with whom I still talk) is that we still always notice the number (and chuckle) whenever it appears. (For some reason, it is very popular in movies based on Stephen King books.)

Marion wrote:I am 3 degrees from Kevin Bacon.

2 for me

I am Kevin Bacon.

I decide menial things in my life by the time on the clock. Say for instance I'm driving home from work and I'm kind of thirsty, and thinking about getting a beverage, every time I pass a wawa, turkey hill, etc I look at the clock in my car. If the last digit is even at that moment I'll stop to get a drink, odd number I keep driving. Some days I go by the sum of the numbers on the clock, so say its 5:36 5+3+6=14, 1+4=5, no soda for me. It's not just yes or no, it can help break the tie on where to go for lunch, what color tie to wear, etc. I've never told anyone that before. weird.

There are a lot of freaks posting on this message board.

lethal wrote:

Marion wrote:I am 3 degrees from Kevin Bacon.

I ate bacon the other morning

I ate M...

when i was younger (still do randomly at times) i counted the letters in words if i thought there might be eleven, i always loved eleven letter words