I've walked past a particular ZipCar parking spot and, when it was empty, made it a point not to walk through where the car would be. Because what if I suddenly time-travel to a time when the ZipCar is there?
I've wondered if Star Trek's Hortas have any sense of humor.
I've waved at mountains and said "Hi!" to them. Portland doesn't have many mountains nearby, but the ones we can see -- Mt. Hood, Mt. St. Helens, and (from some places) Mt. Adams and Mt. Jefferson -- are quality mountains, and they deserve acknowledging! I think.
I've turned on my gas stove, listened to it click-click-click as I turn on a burner, and start singing the "Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh" click-like sound that opens Brad Fiedel's main theme to Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
As previously admitted, I've avoided borrowing books from the library so I can focus on reading books I've had for year, to see if I want to keep or get rid of them. (My current dig-it-out-and-read-it-finally book is James Thurber's The Thurber Album, a collection of New Yorker pieces from the 1940s.) I'll loosen up about this soon. I think.
I've practiced calligraphy upside-down and backwards, to see if I could do it. I could. Back in high school art, so I doubt I could do it now, but still...
I've eaten Pez candies straight from the wrapping they first come in, without loading them into the dispenser. It felt like cheating.
I've only once written in the margins between tiles in a bathroom. The men's room on my floor of my first dorm had a bunch of puns on "grout" written on one wall; I added "Shout, shout, let it all out: These are the things I can do with grout."
I've reintroduced myself to people, to get around having trouble remembering their name. This saved my butt a few times when I was a reporter and meeting dozens of people a week and sometimes couldn't be sure if we'd met before. "OK, we may have met, but in case we haven't, hi, I'm Chris..."
(I've also been friends with a fellow college student for a year-and-a-half without knowing her name. And hers wasn't an easy name like Sarah or Jill; it was a Chinese name that sounded like "Hwuee-Shee." I wasn't gonna guess it, is what I'm saying.)
I've... why don't I add to the odd thoughts and odd doings I've done? I NEED MORE.