I only shave for blogging.
My house is arranged with mathematical precision, only my head is complete chaos.
I put the air conditioning in winter to sleep well covered.
Sometimes I use a thread to align the glasses on the table.
I love rain in summer not to water the lawn.
I like to accompany the coffee with a sausage sandwich.
Just put on my pajamas to get out of bed.
When I travel to a country I don’t like I don’t take a single picture.
I ask for the largest ice cream at the mall to give envy to children around.
I would varnish the pet frog of my daughter.
I buy clothes and take long to use them because I like to see the labels on.
I just look in the mirror in my bathroom, because it’s the only one that favors me.
I use the most expensive wines for cooking and the others for visits, after all they don’t notice it.
There will be some more and they will be coming, but now it is up to you. What are your oddities? Confess …
Solo me afeito para escribir en el blog.
Mi casa está ordenada con matemática precisión, solo mi cabeza es un completo caos.
Pongo el aire acondicionado en invierno para dormir bien tapado.
A veces uso un hilo para alinear los vasos en la mesa.
Adoro que llueva en verano para no regar el césped.
Me gusta acompañar el café con leche con un bocata de chorizo.
Solo me pongo el pijama para salir de la cama.
Cuando viajo a un país que no me gusta no saco ni una foto.
Pido el helado más grande en el centro comercial para dar envidia a los niños alrededor.
Quisiera barnizar la rana-mascota de mi hija.
Compro ropa y tardo mucho en estrenarla porque me gusta verla con las etiquetas puestas.
Solo me miro en el espejo de mi baño, porque es el único que me favorece.
Uso los vinos más caros para cocinar y los otros para las visitas, al fin y al cabo no se enteran.
Habrá algunas más que ya se me irán ocurriendo, pero ahora os toca a vosotros. ¿Cuáles son vuestras manías? Confesad…
In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
Posiblemente porque soy español… 🙂 …y hoy no tenía ganas de escribir.
Y si tienes alguna manía no te preocupes por publicarla aquí, no lo sabrá nadie… pues muy poca gente lee este blog 🙂
Yes, I read your impressive alphabet list before -and I had to go to the dictionary a couple of times 🙂 , for example: Xanthippe, the prototype of the shrewish and scolding, quarrelsome, nagging wife… thanks “Whoever” for the coffee -I thought … hahaha … And yes, it’s clear the M: Multi-alphabeceted…
Thanks a lot for remind me 🙂
Oh well, I have many oddities …. I never leave the house without wearing a hat. I sometimes start to laugh thinking about something and then I am there in the street, laughing all alone and people staring at me wondering what’s so funny. I am a last minute person – e.g. an editor gives me 4 weeks to write an article and I usually write it the night before the deadline … this drives everyone around me crazy, nevertheless I am always on time. I get up early, but I hate to leave the house early (this is why I work freelance). No Italian coffee and breakfast in the morning and I am in a bad mood all day. And so on ….
Wow! That’s something… and I thought I’m screwed myself… hahahaha… No seriously, we share some “qualities” here: I am also a last minute person, always on time. In fact I spend more time calculating with exactitude which one would be the last minute, than doing the job 🙂
Also the coffee, no Italian here, so any one as Colombian/Brazilian… No way I feel 100% without my 1st coffee in the morning…
Thanks for sharing… you are a great photographer, but you already know that 🙂
I love to wear shorts and sweatshirts on cold rainy days and play in the rain (even though I’m 60+!).
If I get near a beach, I absolutely HAVE to let my feet touch the ocean.
I always say, «Hello Mr. Moon» to the moon (though I see the moon as feminine) … every time I see it .. and always say hello to the constellation Orion when he is visible to me.
Love that you are ideocyncratic .. lends itself to the intrigue! Happy Thursday!
That’s interesting… I also love you wear shorts… anytime… Hashanahhaha!
The second one, just for you, the one on the beach… in the South Atlantic ocean you don’t want even to remove the Timberlands…
Re saying hello, in my case is different. Here when somebody tells me Good Day, I have to get out seeing whether it’s day or night, normally night… Hahahahaha!
Thanks for sharing… you are the best!
Yes I miss that one… and also your confession… 🙂 Still missing that part…
I ask you before if that “mysterious” something is a compliment… and also I don’t consider myself mysterious, in fact I’m very well known… in my house and (only) when I’m coming for lunch… 🙂
Cheers my lady, hope one day you will elaborate, I’m running out of nails … 🙂
1. I read a good book while soaking in the bath tub (for three hours, at the most)
2. I think D is a mysterious especially if he is running out of toe nails ;D
1. That’s too clean… 🙂 I wish I were that bad book… You turn off my chum! Sorry Mamma! And this time I won’t forget it: I like your new avatar!
2. I haven’t reached there… yet 🙂 and that would make me creepy, not mysterious… anyhow, as Stephen Hawking -a dude who literally wrote the book on something as complex as TIME- I don’t understand women.
Cheers!
1. Thanks for the kind words about the avatar. Obviously I tossed the old one. I’ve been using the same one for seven weeks! Is that dirty enough? 😀
2. On understanding women: You never will.
1. It’s a starting….
2. Yes … if I didn’t with 4 sisters and 1 mother (the latter as everybody -I believe), surrounded by panties and Tampax during some 16 years, I’ll never make it … too old now for rock& roll… and too young to die… surrounded again by the same stuff:) you know this one?
You know I will never understand you… and this make free, somehow one responsibility I would never have to consider… so besides telling me about your interesting proletarian Saturday… write something about your more mundane nights, the crazy ones… make a post or something… mysterious hembra!
Okay, so I’m back from the golf course (putting green) after a busy afternoon checking the coastal waters for debris and flotsam and jetsam (and pirates in the open seas) and of course I can only do this by aerial inspection so I have to ride the chopper (white and blue 4-passenger Robinson 44 Raven 2). Because the seas are so important to me, I had to leave the monsignors and the priests with whom II had an afternoon meeting because I wouldn’t be able to see anything by sunset. So it was the usual Saturday where the half naked kids and beachcombers wave at me and I wave back while I’m up in the air. This gives me the literal natural high each time. While I can write pages about my day, I’d like to keep my nights private and mysterious, LOL.
I see you have a normal and quite Saturday… hope on Sunday you get some action… Hahahaha… and you bring me to the time I use to fly low along African beaches at dawn with similar artifacts, but a bit bigger –Chinook or Blackhawk, and small children wave us from the ground from time to time by sending some welcome presents in the form of .50 BMG or RPG’s, just inviting us to join the party… but that never stopped me from admiring the grandeur of the landscape at that low hours and altitude, and the palpable and pulsating force that the earth, down there, emanated voluptuously… as a powerful attraction towards her core that the rotors were trying to counteract.
After this comment of yours, let’s forget the night, and go on with the day pages. My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun, literally.
There have been times while listening to someone go on and on in a public place, and I find myself having difficulty staying awake, I will remove my shoes if permissible. If that fails, then moving the socks to the half on/half off point helps maintain alertness as it is an out of the ordinary feeling.
In a similar scenario I’d leave slamming the door, but being that not so politically correct nowadays, I think I will try your little trick next time… it is high time for me to civilize … a little … 🙂
Thanks a lot for your comment!
I’m not going to ask you why… because it could be complex 🙂
Well, if that’s all, I think you are in the safe side… not like me I guess…
Thanks a lot for your comment, you’ve been very kind. Cheers! (with can coke of course…)
Now you catch me… hahahaha.
Nah! Not my case… as far I remember… hahaha…
The closer I got was to get in the fucking shower with my socks on… hahaha
But naked-socks-on is even more horrible than sleeping with someone having fart apnea… hahahaha… it’s terrible what we have to put up in this bitch life …
You are really great…
The other day I tried leaving the house, I forgot my keys. I go looking for my keys, and take off my shoes. I find my keys but then forgot where I put my shoes, and while I’m looking for my shoes I put my keys down. I find my shoes and try to leave the house, but I forgot my keys. At one point I was just a keyless, shoeless wreck.
At the end I got a bright thought of leaving the keys in the shoes overnight. I change my mind next day. One of the keys went in the space between the nail and the big toe. My foot hurt just writing this… hahahahaha!
I like Diet Coke from a bottle and Teddy Grahams. I like pistachios, but only on the beach. I count stairs as I climb them. I love listening to horses eat while rain patters on the tin barn roof. I also LOVE your poem!!!
I don’t think Teddy Grahams are exactly an oddity, leaving aside the subconscious part that may represent the mature and sexual feeling of eating a little and sweet teddy bear … It could be serious if you do one in front of children and not share them…. Hahahaha … The pistachio on the beach represent a high degree of rebellion and a taste for extreme complication, unless you eat the peel … or buy them peeled … The penultimate part –horses and rain- is too complex for a simple mind like mine … and the best is the last part, which can be considered 100% an oddity, the one you love my poem I mean … in fact is the only one that could be considered socially acceptable, for widespread 🙂
Thanks for sharing only what you want to share!
I love this post! Thanks for sharing…
*I never leave the house without an umbrella, which is understandble living in the UK (Even if the weather man doesn’t predict rain).
*I always carry around a bottle of water, hand sanitizer and a pack of Kleenex wherever I go.
*When I cook I always make a double portion. (Mama always taught me to make more than necessary in case extra guests come, or if the greedy ones are still hungry!)
*Never leave the house without mascara and eyebrow make-up on: the bare essentials!
I believe whoever is sharing your life should be very safe. It won’t get wet, thirsty, starveling or disappointed. In other words, you’re a gem. And the best part is that all these oddities are positive not only for others around but for you too, so the circle of perfection get closed …
Furthermore all our manias are compressible and natural … at least for ourselves 🙂
Thank you very much for sharing this sweet cake … 🙂
😀
Oddities? 🙂 Go to the movies, turn around in the dark to see the faces of the people around…
Enjoy all sorts of little pleasures: putting the hand in a bag of seeds, piercing the crust of creme brűlée with the tip of a spoon, sit on roof in solitude , look over the city and think of stupid questions about the world … how does this sound to you?
being very aware of details is part of my destiny and job… I am kind of obsessed with punctuality and perfect cleanliness…but don’t think I never forgot my keys, my head , my umbrella, my temper, my calm, my hope… I don’t know if there’s a «safe» side, we are all damaged somehow… 😛
Well, that one specifically, I am inclined to believe it… 🙂 Hahahahaha!
And I hope you do not spend another week without talking to me for this comment …. 🙂
You always make me smile, except when you speak of varnishing your daughter’s pet frog. Boo hoo. You put a tear in my eye — and in your daughter’s too. 🙂
I like my 2 squares of black organic chocolate every evening when I relax after putting children in bed.Or Mon Cheri sometimes, for a change.And I really like to make cakes! I always did,not necessarily eating them,just making them. But they have to be as healthy as possible.
I am obsessed with healthy stuff, as my husband says sometimes :» you think you drop dead if you don’t eat organic for once «:D.
I also like very much the seagulls, I follow them, I take pictures of them,never get tired of them 😀
Well all those seem more little pleasures than little ways… I think they are very ecological and politically correct… I wonder if you are just telling us what you want to share and hold the dark side for yourself… In any case thanks a lot for your contribution, you could consider yourself pretty inside the safe side… 🙂
Thanks again!
Oh, ok,I could come up with one thing : I always peel potatoes in the number of 9.If they need to be more,they should be 11 or 15. I follow the number 9 in general.Or that contains it. And I am also very impulsive and volcanic. And I like to eat chicken with my hands,and eat including the bones.There, 3 things :D.
I am to cover the “philosophical side” of the debate and so far my only thought is that reading it keeps me from going gaga… and provide you are an odd numbers fan, note that there are as many even numbers as even and odd numbers put together. I hope you don’t have to peel as many potatoes to find why … 🙂
Thanks a lot for you odd things 🙂
I thought of telling you something, but you clearly already know it 🙂 – ‘I just look in the mirror in my bathroom, because it’s the only one that favors me.’
Love your little ways, by the way. Even though they are not always decent, they make you an interesting person of many layers.
Thanks for your comment, even when you confess nothing…
And yes, too many layers on me onion’ 🙂
Interesting? I dunno, probably an interesting case of sociopathy …
Cheers!
Smoke and mirrors… don’t mind!
BTW nice blog that of yours!
Dying to have some spare time to take a good look…
Thanks for commenting whatever is your comment about ??? Anyhow good for statistics if for anything else… 🙂 I mean, I got you loud, but not clear… 🙂
Dear Dotty, you know, this Argentina country is screwed… and import of food is strictly forbidden… and anything coming from UK a sacrilege now (Malvinas / Falklands’ current BS) so I guess I have to wait my next trip out here to UK to put in practice this interesting variation… I also hope you are not working for any of those Cumberland Pork Sausage Rings companies, and try to sell me something… hahahaha… no, seriously, thanks for the advice and for commenting. You are great!
1) It drives bonkers if someone digs a gouge in my butter, ice cream or any other tub of smooth food, and I’ve been known to just keep scooping till the top is level, then use the spoon to actually smooth it out.
2) I cannot stand tucked in sheets, and I cannot sleep unless the tops of the sheet, blankets, and comforter are all perfectly even.
3) I am forever losing things because I have put them in a «safe place.» ha ha
For a moment I thought I was reading one of my comments, about my no so little ways.
1. Sometimes when someone digs in the butter, I take a knife… -no, not that- and I square it in a perfect regular hexahedron, and throw the excess to the garbage.
2. I would like a ethereal body, to sleep, so the bed would not lose its perfect alignment and peaceful plain, as sleeping deeply and freely, in there, but not really there, as a metaphysical dream.
3. Here we break in different paths, I only lose things when somebody leaves them in a place that they shouldn’t be. Sometimes I am the one….
Thank for sharing real manias… soul mate!
You are there, close to the fast line I long crossed. The thin thread separating justifiable absurdity of unjustifiable reality. Stay there, the sweet zone, don’t pass the line, close the computer and go out and have a real high on plonk … 🙂
Thousand twisted thanks for your contribution.
Chorizo, Tampax, Cupcakes, Panties… what a mixture… 😆
How do you like your coffee D.? Black , no sugar?
And yes, don’t paint your daughter’s frog pet.. things might get out of control… 😛
Interestingly this is another of my oddities, that I was about to include in the list … I like black coffee without sugar… if coffee with milk I put three or four packets of sugar …
Regarding the frog, I think my daughter has read this post … she doesn’t talk much to me since yesterday and the frog never leaves her room …. 🙂
😆 😆 😆 poor froggy…. 😛
don’t tell my I guessed… 😛 well, then you are a man of the extreme and I understand it… sometimes I also drink my coffee too sweet or sometimes black… that’s like life: one moment dying of laugh, the next being damn bitter and serious… 😀
Nah!, I mean the frog is safety hiding in her room from the time I publish the post… and not jumping as a green sliding spring all over the house, which is more than OK for me… 🙂
Probably the best way to multiply your brain activity… whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give them is unconditional love, not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children… they are like wet cement, whatever falls on them makes an impression and they will grow older to judge us and sometimes, forgive us…
oh no D… not really judge us… unless we judge them too much before… if we plant this criticism, that’s what we will get… but their love is absolutely wonderful… I hope you do know how blessed you are to have children, there is nothing more important and priceless in this life…
Criticism is the seed of creative thinking, and that should be the only matter that should be teach in schools and home. Everything revolves around a relegated concept called «THINK» and this is a «thing» in which traditional education hasn’t done a good «teaching» job.
you are perfectly right… many come out of school absolutely mentally impaired..
but be careful… if you criticize too much you will get the wrong results… super smart kids that hate you…
the idea would be to have a balance in everything, not to only care about their thinking… think also of their state of mind and soul and feelings… you can say great things D., you have an absolutely sharp mind… but sharp direct words can sometimes hurt a lot …
I’m not criticising them, at least that’s not the issue, but teaching them to criticise everything… which is quite different… Life won’t be easy for them if they are not sharp enough… in any case I try to compensate giving them unconditional love…
On other hand I am not their buddy, but their father 🙂
In fact one of my quotes to my kids that more amuses them is when I tell them “do not trust even their father”… Unfortunately they think I’m just kidding, and they only apply it when they are interested, usually in the wrong situation … 🙂
That’s funny and interesting 🙂 I also have some oddities. For example, I can’t wear a pair of blue-jeans that doesn’t have pockets and I don’t sleep well if my pajamas aren’t grey or white 😀
‘I put the air conditioning in winter to sleep well covered.’ haha, I do this too :):)
Hahahaha… it’s clear that WordPress is having one of the biggest collections of “rare types” in Internet… hahahaha. Some would call us “nuts”. The good part is we are not alone… 🙂 I’m agreed with you, jeans without pockets are no jeans! And I consider grey pajamas the most sexy… hahahaha… next to that, white… seriously!
Thanks a lot for confessing!
Vaya me estaba perdiendo lo mejor del día. Tengo que confesar que desde que empezamos a «conversar en la red» creo que tú conoces mucho de mi y yo siento que no sé nada de ti, sólo que me encanta cuando el correo me dice Dugutigui ha comentado en tu blog 🙂 Hoy, al menos, unas pinceladas de tu persona.
Me está costando buscar rarezas que me describan, debe ser que no tengo muchas (¿demasiado estandarizada????), quizás la más importante es que no me resulta fácil etiquetar de rareza un comportamiento. Posiblemente mi vida junto a niños muy pequeños ha desdibujado esa barrera.
Pero como hay que decir alguna pues ahí va… cuando conozco a una persona una de las primeras cosas en que me fijo es en sus manos y aunque quisiera que no fuese así, su forma, su movimiento, lo que dicen… influye sobremanera en mi percepción 😦
Sigo pensando, si encuentro más, vuelvo 😉
Gracias, pero no creo que te estés perdiendo nada… y las pinceladas son imaginarias en su mayoría, solo un par de tonterías para animar a la peña… Si te fijas, y si estas cansada para fijarte te lo comento yo, cuando publico algo de cierta seriedad, los comentarios disminuyen alarmantemente, pero estas chorradas interactivas, por llamarlas de alguna manera, estimulan al personal a contar chorradas aún mas grandes… no es tu caso, pues sé que lo de fijarse en las manos lo has añadido por inmensa e inmerecida cortesía… -otros comentaristas también- y por otra parte no entra dentro del campo de las manías, mas bien dentro del área del lenguaje corporal, que hoy día, como muchas otras verdades de Perogrullo, goza del nivel de ciencia… Muchas gracias, por tu comentario y un beso desde el sur.
I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work – a life’s work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of its origin. But I would like to do the same with the acclaim too, by using this moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail, among whom is already that one who will some day stand here where I am standing.
Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.
He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed – love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.
Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.
I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
The right half of the brain controls the left half of the body. This means that only left handed people are in their right mind, so you are probably right 🙂
Thanks a lot for your confession!
Ok, my turn…
I love pop-tarts.
I need the condiments on my burger in a certain order. Catsup and mayonnaise must mix to make my own special sauce.
I cannot drive without the windown cracked, although I’m not really claustophic.
I could live in blue jeans.
I like silver, not gold.
I can watch certain movies every single time they’re on, way past the point that I know all the words.
I wish to acknowledge your choice of my work for the Inspiring Blogger Award.
That prize I must decline, and my refusal would be meaningless unless I explained the reasons.
All prizes, like all titles, are dangerous. The seekers for prizes tend to labor not for inherent excellence but for alien rewards: they tend to write this, or timorously to avoid writing that, in order to tickle the prejudices of a haphazard committee. And the Inspiring Blogger Award is peculiarly objectionable because the terms of it have been constantly and grievously misrepresented.
Those terms are that the prize shall be given «for the inspiring blog published during the month which shall best present the wholesome inspiring atmosphere of blogosphere life, and the highest standard of blogosphere manners and manhood.» This phrase, if it means anything whatever, would appear to mean that the appraisal of the blogs shall be made not according to their actual literary merit but in obedience to whatever code of Good Form may chance to be popular at the moment. Thus that prize I must decline
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Dreams/Reality
Precision/Abstraction
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Parallel lives of madness, reason and unreason, living facing reality in a dream , turn one into the other then this thought is really obvious obviously isn’t obvious with the degree of precision to which the nature of the subject admits not to seek exactness when only an approximation of the truth, is possible, because it’s no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.
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10Q! for re-blogging… and you gave me some hard time today 🙂
Wonderful blog that of yours!
Thanks a lot to you form an unscrupulous one, capable, with steady hand, of killing his mother or prostituting his sister for a good quarrel… and this one has been epic!!!!
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No se por que, pero, este ‘post’ tiene mucho mas carácter en español.
Anyway, I have no oddities. Ningunas. 🙂 O tal vez…..
Posiblemente porque soy español… 🙂 …y hoy no tenía ganas de escribir.
Y si tienes alguna manía no te preocupes por publicarla aquí, no lo sabrá nadie… pues muy poca gente lee este blog 🙂
Funny! Thanks for sharing.
You may share yours too… We will keep the secret!
🙂
Here’s an abbreviated version. :).
http://brigittebanter.com/2012/03/15/awesome-blog-content-award/
Yes, I read your impressive alphabet list before -and I had to go to the dictionary a couple of times 🙂 , for example: Xanthippe, the prototype of the shrewish and scolding, quarrelsome, nagging wife… thanks “Whoever” for the coffee -I thought … hahaha … And yes, it’s clear the M: Multi-alphabeceted…
Thanks a lot for remind me 🙂
Great poem!
Did you really focus in this picture?
Oh well, I have many oddities …. I never leave the house without wearing a hat. I sometimes start to laugh thinking about something and then I am there in the street, laughing all alone and people staring at me wondering what’s so funny. I am a last minute person – e.g. an editor gives me 4 weeks to write an article and I usually write it the night before the deadline … this drives everyone around me crazy, nevertheless I am always on time. I get up early, but I hate to leave the house early (this is why I work freelance). No Italian coffee and breakfast in the morning and I am in a bad mood all day. And so on ….
Wow! That’s something… and I thought I’m screwed myself… hahahaha… No seriously, we share some “qualities” here: I am also a last minute person, always on time. In fact I spend more time calculating with exactitude which one would be the last minute, than doing the job 🙂
Also the coffee, no Italian here, so any one as Colombian/Brazilian… No way I feel 100% without my 1st coffee in the morning…
Thanks for sharing… you are a great photographer, but you already know that 🙂
Sounds exactly like me … calculating which one would be the last minute! I am a real champion in that!
That’s it 🙂
I love to wear shorts and sweatshirts on cold rainy days and play in the rain (even though I’m 60+!).
If I get near a beach, I absolutely HAVE to let my feet touch the ocean.
I always say, «Hello Mr. Moon» to the moon (though I see the moon as feminine) … every time I see it .. and always say hello to the constellation Orion when he is visible to me.
Love that you are ideocyncratic .. lends itself to the intrigue! Happy Thursday!
That’s interesting… I also love you wear shorts… anytime… Hashanahhaha!
The second one, just for you, the one on the beach… in the South Atlantic ocean you don’t want even to remove the Timberlands…
Re saying hello, in my case is different. Here when somebody tells me Good Day, I have to get out seeing whether it’s day or night, normally night… Hahahahaha!
Thanks for sharing… you are the best!
shorts and bare feet …. always …
That’s great… I think 🙂
You’re a mysterious man, D!
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E. Should I take it as a compliment … or something else? 🙂 🙂 🙂
D.
And you forgot to confess! … bad gurl, bad gurl what you gonna do when we come for you …
I confess that I know that song (and that you lack one line of ‘what you gonna do’). And yes, you’re a mysterious man D!
Yes I miss that one… and also your confession… 🙂 Still missing that part…
I ask you before if that “mysterious” something is a compliment… and also I don’t consider myself mysterious, in fact I’m very well known… in my house and (only) when I’m coming for lunch… 🙂
Cheers my lady, hope one day you will elaborate, I’m running out of nails … 🙂
1. I read a good book while soaking in the bath tub (for three hours, at the most)
2. I think D is a mysterious especially if he is running out of toe nails ;D
1. That’s too clean… 🙂 I wish I were that bad book… You turn off my chum! Sorry Mamma! And this time I won’t forget it: I like your new avatar!
2. I haven’t reached there… yet 🙂 and that would make me creepy, not mysterious… anyhow, as Stephen Hawking -a dude who literally wrote the book on something as complex as TIME- I don’t understand women.
Cheers!
1. Thanks for the kind words about the avatar. Obviously I tossed the old one. I’ve been using the same one for seven weeks! Is that dirty enough? 😀
2. On understanding women: You never will.
1. It’s a starting….
2. Yes … if I didn’t with 4 sisters and 1 mother (the latter as everybody -I believe), surrounded by panties and Tampax during some 16 years, I’ll never make it … too old now for rock& roll… and too young to die… surrounded again by the same stuff:) you know this one?
I mean the song: Too old for rock& roll… too young to die…
Jethro Tulle? I confess I Google searched. Catch you later, hombre. Got to work.! Sigh, the tragedy of the working class! (On a Saturday!)
Have the very best posible day!
Love you lady 🙂
I’ll be back and tell you about my day, hombre.
You know I will never understand you… and this make free, somehow one responsibility I would never have to consider… so besides telling me about your interesting proletarian Saturday… write something about your more mundane nights, the crazy ones… make a post or something… mysterious hembra!
Okay, so I’m back from the golf course (putting green) after a busy afternoon checking the coastal waters for debris and flotsam and jetsam (and pirates in the open seas) and of course I can only do this by aerial inspection so I have to ride the chopper (white and blue 4-passenger Robinson 44 Raven 2). Because the seas are so important to me, I had to leave the monsignors and the priests with whom II had an afternoon meeting because I wouldn’t be able to see anything by sunset. So it was the usual Saturday where the half naked kids and beachcombers wave at me and I wave back while I’m up in the air. This gives me the literal natural high each time. While I can write pages about my day, I’d like to keep my nights private and mysterious, LOL.
I see you have a normal and quite Saturday… hope on Sunday you get some action… Hahahaha… and you bring me to the time I use to fly low along African beaches at dawn with similar artifacts, but a bit bigger –Chinook or Blackhawk, and small children wave us from the ground from time to time by sending some welcome presents in the form of .50 BMG or RPG’s, just inviting us to join the party… but that never stopped me from admiring the grandeur of the landscape at that low hours and altitude, and the palpable and pulsating force that the earth, down there, emanated voluptuously… as a powerful attraction towards her core that the rotors were trying to counteract.
After this comment of yours, let’s forget the night, and go on with the day pages. My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun, literally.
Something about the way these translate give them a wonderful depth. Well done!
I hope they don’t….
And what about you, any little ways?
I’ll work on some. 🙂
I’m dying to read that piece… 🙂
There have been times while listening to someone go on and on in a public place, and I find myself having difficulty staying awake, I will remove my shoes if permissible. If that fails, then moving the socks to the half on/half off point helps maintain alertness as it is an out of the ordinary feeling.
In a similar scenario I’d leave slamming the door, but being that not so politically correct nowadays, I think I will try your little trick next time… it is high time for me to civilize … a little … 🙂
Thanks a lot for your comment!
Hey! One of my oddities is that I will only drink Coke from a can.
I’m not going to ask you why… because it could be complex 🙂
Well, if that’s all, I think you are in the safe side… not like me I guess…
Thanks a lot for your comment, you’ve been very kind. Cheers! (with can coke of course…)
Now that I think about it I also hate people who get naked and leave there socks on. hahaha. The ones you posted were great!
Now you catch me… hahahaha.
Nah! Not my case… as far I remember… hahaha…
The closer I got was to get in the fucking shower with my socks on… hahaha
But naked-socks-on is even more horrible than sleeping with someone having fart apnea… hahahaha… it’s terrible what we have to put up in this bitch life …
You are really great…
The other day I tried leaving the house, I forgot my keys. I go looking for my keys, and take off my shoes. I find my keys but then forgot where I put my shoes, and while I’m looking for my shoes I put my keys down. I find my shoes and try to leave the house, but I forgot my keys. At one point I was just a keyless, shoeless wreck.
At the end I got a bright thought of leaving the keys in the shoes overnight. I change my mind next day. One of the keys went in the space between the nail and the big toe. My foot hurt just writing this… hahahahaha!
Aww thanks! and fart apnea… that sounds alot worse to me.
It should be… 🙂
I like Diet Coke from a bottle and Teddy Grahams. I like pistachios, but only on the beach. I count stairs as I climb them. I love listening to horses eat while rain patters on the tin barn roof. I also LOVE your poem!!!
I don’t think Teddy Grahams are exactly an oddity, leaving aside the subconscious part that may represent the mature and sexual feeling of eating a little and sweet teddy bear … It could be serious if you do one in front of children and not share them…. Hahahaha … The pistachio on the beach represent a high degree of rebellion and a taste for extreme complication, unless you eat the peel … or buy them peeled … The penultimate part –horses and rain- is too complex for a simple mind like mine … and the best is the last part, which can be considered 100% an oddity, the one you love my poem I mean … in fact is the only one that could be considered socially acceptable, for widespread 🙂
Thanks for sharing only what you want to share!
I did love that poem:) I’ve got other oddities best kept to myself…tee hee
Why, this blog is a safe place… nobody reads it…
I love this post! Thanks for sharing…
*I never leave the house without an umbrella, which is understandble living in the UK (Even if the weather man doesn’t predict rain).
*I always carry around a bottle of water, hand sanitizer and a pack of Kleenex wherever I go.
*When I cook I always make a double portion. (Mama always taught me to make more than necessary in case extra guests come, or if the greedy ones are still hungry!)
*Never leave the house without mascara and eyebrow make-up on: the bare essentials!
I believe whoever is sharing your life should be very safe. It won’t get wet, thirsty, starveling or disappointed. In other words, you’re a gem. And the best part is that all these oddities are positive not only for others around but for you too, so the circle of perfection get closed …
Furthermore all our manias are compressible and natural … at least for ourselves 🙂
Thank you very much for sharing this sweet cake … 🙂
Aww thank you friend : ) I know I have some bad oddities but I think I’ll rather leave you with the positive ones!
Well, you could publish them here… you know … nobody is reading… this blog… and myself, I’ll keep the secret 🙂 and I am really interested, seriously…
Lool you’re silly, hundreds of people read your blog!
Let us be precise … hundreds of people VISIT this blog …
So I’m still waiting….
Haha! I think of the not so bad ones and get back to you…
Dying for having a look at your dark side…. 🙂
…I don’t know why you would want to see my dark side -_-
I dunno myself… maybe because I have a soft spot for your cakes 🙂
A soft spot for cakes + a love for a person’s dark side? Interesting mix!
Sweet and sour, that makes life interesting…
😀
Oddities? 🙂 Go to the movies, turn around in the dark to see the faces of the people around…
Enjoy all sorts of little pleasures: putting the hand in a bag of seeds, piercing the crust of creme brűlée with the tip of a spoon, sit on roof in solitude , look over the city and think of stupid questions about the world … how does this sound to you?
This sounds you are still in the safe side… not like other one I know 🙂
being very aware of details is part of my destiny and job… I am kind of obsessed with punctuality and perfect cleanliness…but don’t think I never forgot my keys, my head , my umbrella, my temper, my calm, my hope… I don’t know if there’s a «safe» side, we are all damaged somehow… 😛
All damaged, true, but some irrecoverable, that’s why I think you’re still in the safe side…
you see, that’s another odd thing about me…when it comes from a friend I can never simply say «thank you» for a compliment, I am talking too much… 😆
Well, that one specifically, I am inclined to believe it… 🙂 Hahahahaha!
And I hope you do not spend another week without talking to me for this comment …. 🙂
Hahahahaha… I really know my flaws 😆
you know yours too… 😆
You always make me smile, except when you speak of varnishing your daughter’s pet frog. Boo hoo. You put a tear in my eye — and in your daughter’s too. 🙂
Well, she doesn’t know that one … and moreover I like to sleep quiet and get old(er) … so I better don’t play with the devil … 🙂
I like my 2 squares of black organic chocolate every evening when I relax after putting children in bed.Or Mon Cheri sometimes, for a change.And I really like to make cakes! I always did,not necessarily eating them,just making them. But they have to be as healthy as possible.
I am obsessed with healthy stuff, as my husband says sometimes :» you think you drop dead if you don’t eat organic for once «:D.
I also like very much the seagulls, I follow them, I take pictures of them,never get tired of them 😀
Well all those seem more little pleasures than little ways… I think they are very ecological and politically correct… I wonder if you are just telling us what you want to share and hold the dark side for yourself… In any case thanks a lot for your contribution, you could consider yourself pretty inside the safe side… 🙂
Thanks again!
Oh, ok,I could come up with one thing : I always peel potatoes in the number of 9.If they need to be more,they should be 11 or 15. I follow the number 9 in general.Or that contains it. And I am also very impulsive and volcanic. And I like to eat chicken with my hands,and eat including the bones.There, 3 things :D.
I am to cover the “philosophical side” of the debate and so far my only thought is that reading it keeps me from going gaga… and provide you are an odd numbers fan, note that there are as many even numbers as even and odd numbers put together. I hope you don’t have to peel as many potatoes to find why … 🙂
Thanks a lot for you odd things 🙂
I thought of telling you something, but you clearly already know it 🙂 – ‘I just look in the mirror in my bathroom, because it’s the only one that favors me.’
Love your little ways, by the way. Even though they are not always decent, they make you an interesting person of many layers.
Thanks for your comment, even when you confess nothing…
And yes, too many layers on me onion’ 🙂
Interesting? I dunno, probably an interesting case of sociopathy …
Cheers!
only the mirror?!?!looks like 30 + mirror
Smoke and mirrors… don’t mind!
BTW nice blog that of yours!
Dying to have some spare time to take a good look…
Thanks for commenting whatever is your comment about ??? Anyhow good for statistics if for anything else… 🙂 I mean, I got you loud, but not clear… 🙂
Dear Dugutigui,
What type of sausage do you use for your sausage sandwiches?
Love Dotty xxx
Chorizo castizo! Que pica como el demonio… (sorry no proper translation in English…) 🙂
You could google it… «chorizo castizo»
Thanks a lot for passing by… I love your blog, at least what I saw… 🙂
Dear Dugutgui,
Thank you, I love your blog too.
Might I suggest you try Cumberland sausages – they’re the best sausages in the world.
Love Dotty xxx
Dear Dotty, you know, this Argentina country is screwed… and import of food is strictly forbidden… and anything coming from UK a sacrilege now (Malvinas / Falklands’ current BS) so I guess I have to wait my next trip out here to UK to put in practice this interesting variation… I also hope you are not working for any of those Cumberland Pork Sausage Rings companies, and try to sell me something… hahahaha… no, seriously, thanks for the advice and for commenting. You are great!
lol Thanks for sharing that. Okay as for me….
1) It drives bonkers if someone digs a gouge in my butter, ice cream or any other tub of smooth food, and I’ve been known to just keep scooping till the top is level, then use the spoon to actually smooth it out.
2) I cannot stand tucked in sheets, and I cannot sleep unless the tops of the sheet, blankets, and comforter are all perfectly even.
3) I am forever losing things because I have put them in a «safe place.» ha ha
🙂
For a moment I thought I was reading one of my comments, about my no so little ways.
1. Sometimes when someone digs in the butter, I take a knife… -no, not that- and I square it in a perfect regular hexahedron, and throw the excess to the garbage.
2. I would like a ethereal body, to sleep, so the bed would not lose its perfect alignment and peaceful plain, as sleeping deeply and freely, in there, but not really there, as a metaphysical dream.
3. Here we break in different paths, I only lose things when somebody leaves them in a place that they shouldn’t be. Sometimes I am the one….
Thank for sharing real manias… soul mate!
A bit like you but not as wicked! No.2 is definitely me and catching up on no.4 real fast 🙂
You are there, close to the fast line I long crossed. The thin thread separating justifiable absurdity of unjustifiable reality. Stay there, the sweet zone, don’t pass the line, close the computer and go out and have a real high on plonk … 🙂
Thousand twisted thanks for your contribution.
Chorizo, Tampax, Cupcakes, Panties… what a mixture… 😆
How do you like your coffee D.? Black , no sugar?
And yes, don’t paint your daughter’s frog pet.. things might get out of control… 😛
Interestingly this is another of my oddities, that I was about to include in the list … I like black coffee without sugar… if coffee with milk I put three or four packets of sugar …
Regarding the frog, I think my daughter has read this post … she doesn’t talk much to me since yesterday and the frog never leaves her room …. 🙂
😆 😆 😆 poor froggy…. 😛
don’t tell my I guessed… 😛 well, then you are a man of the extreme and I understand it… sometimes I also drink my coffee too sweet or sometimes black… that’s like life: one moment dying of laugh, the next being damn bitter and serious… 😀
Nah!, I mean the frog is safety hiding in her room from the time I publish the post… and not jumping as a green sliding spring all over the house, which is more than OK for me… 🙂
maybe the frog read your post… and she’s a spy under cover 😆 😉
That is really twisted … hahahaha … and please do not give ideas to the innocent eyes of my daughter … she already have some by her own… hahahaha!
oh, that’s a professional flaw, my imagination is directly proportional to the number of children I know… Hahaha 😆
Probably the best way to multiply your brain activity… whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give them is unconditional love, not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children… they are like wet cement, whatever falls on them makes an impression and they will grow older to judge us and sometimes, forgive us…
oh no D… not really judge us… unless we judge them too much before… if we plant this criticism, that’s what we will get… but their love is absolutely wonderful… I hope you do know how blessed you are to have children, there is nothing more important and priceless in this life…
Criticism is the seed of creative thinking, and that should be the only matter that should be teach in schools and home. Everything revolves around a relegated concept called «THINK» and this is a «thing» in which traditional education hasn’t done a good «teaching» job.
you are perfectly right… many come out of school absolutely mentally impaired..
but be careful… if you criticize too much you will get the wrong results… super smart kids that hate you…
the idea would be to have a balance in everything, not to only care about their thinking… think also of their state of mind and soul and feelings… you can say great things D., you have an absolutely sharp mind… but sharp direct words can sometimes hurt a lot …
I’m not criticising them, at least that’s not the issue, but teaching them to criticise everything… which is quite different… Life won’t be easy for them if they are not sharp enough… in any case I try to compensate giving them unconditional love…
On other hand I am not their buddy, but their father 🙂
You are right and you’re a great dad. 😉 🙂
I know that… this is why I didn’t varnish the frog before… hahahaha!
hahahaha……..:lol:
In fact one of my quotes to my kids that more amuses them is when I tell them “do not trust even their father”… Unfortunately they think I’m just kidding, and they only apply it when they are interested, usually in the wrong situation … 🙂
That’s funny and interesting 🙂 I also have some oddities. For example, I can’t wear a pair of blue-jeans that doesn’t have pockets and I don’t sleep well if my pajamas aren’t grey or white 😀
‘I put the air conditioning in winter to sleep well covered.’ haha, I do this too :):)
Hahahaha… it’s clear that WordPress is having one of the biggest collections of “rare types” in Internet… hahahaha. Some would call us “nuts”. The good part is we are not alone… 🙂 I’m agreed with you, jeans without pockets are no jeans! And I consider grey pajamas the most sexy… hahahaha… next to that, white… seriously!
Thanks a lot for confessing!
Vaya me estaba perdiendo lo mejor del día. Tengo que confesar que desde que empezamos a «conversar en la red» creo que tú conoces mucho de mi y yo siento que no sé nada de ti, sólo que me encanta cuando el correo me dice Dugutigui ha comentado en tu blog 🙂 Hoy, al menos, unas pinceladas de tu persona.
Me está costando buscar rarezas que me describan, debe ser que no tengo muchas (¿demasiado estandarizada????), quizás la más importante es que no me resulta fácil etiquetar de rareza un comportamiento. Posiblemente mi vida junto a niños muy pequeños ha desdibujado esa barrera.
Pero como hay que decir alguna pues ahí va… cuando conozco a una persona una de las primeras cosas en que me fijo es en sus manos y aunque quisiera que no fuese así, su forma, su movimiento, lo que dicen… influye sobremanera en mi percepción 😦
Sigo pensando, si encuentro más, vuelvo 😉
Gracias, pero no creo que te estés perdiendo nada… y las pinceladas son imaginarias en su mayoría, solo un par de tonterías para animar a la peña… Si te fijas, y si estas cansada para fijarte te lo comento yo, cuando publico algo de cierta seriedad, los comentarios disminuyen alarmantemente, pero estas chorradas interactivas, por llamarlas de alguna manera, estimulan al personal a contar chorradas aún mas grandes… no es tu caso, pues sé que lo de fijarse en las manos lo has añadido por inmensa e inmerecida cortesía… -otros comentaristas también- y por otra parte no entra dentro del campo de las manías, mas bien dentro del área del lenguaje corporal, que hoy día, como muchas otras verdades de Perogrullo, goza del nivel de ciencia… Muchas gracias, por tu comentario y un beso desde el sur.
Because I think you are awesome times two, I have nominated you for the Kreativ Blogger award. Please go to http://momentumofjoy.wordpress.com/2012/03/31/kreativ-blogger-award-thanksgiving-has-arrived-early/ to check out why I think you are amazing and what you need to do if you accept it. Love and light always! MoJo
Ladies and gentlemen,
I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work – a life’s work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of its origin. But I would like to do the same with the acclaim too, by using this moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail, among whom is already that one who will some day stand here where I am standing.
Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.
He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed – love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.
Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.
I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
😆 😆 😆 😆 ….
btw… I love your umbrella hat… 🙂 😉
Good for any weather condition… 🙂
I tried for years to make myself left-handed. To me, Left-Handed people are way cooler than the normal Right-Handed people.
The right half of the brain controls the left half of the body. This means that only left handed people are in their right mind, so you are probably right 🙂
Thanks a lot for your confession!
lol… 😉
Ok, my turn…
I love pop-tarts.
I need the condiments on my burger in a certain order. Catsup and mayonnaise must mix to make my own special sauce.
I cannot drive without the windown cracked, although I’m not really claustophic.
I could live in blue jeans.
I like silver, not gold.
I can watch certain movies every single time they’re on, way past the point that I know all the words.
I think you are perfectly healthy … your symptoms are not serious … hahaha 🙂
Thank you for your bold confession 🙂
Just wanted to remind you I looove your blog And let you know I nominated you for the “inspiring blogger award” check out my blog for the details! :]
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I wish to acknowledge your choice of my work for the Inspiring Blogger Award.
That prize I must decline, and my refusal would be meaningless unless I explained the reasons.
All prizes, like all titles, are dangerous. The seekers for prizes tend to labor not for inherent excellence but for alien rewards: they tend to write this, or timorously to avoid writing that, in order to tickle the prejudices of a haphazard committee. And the Inspiring Blogger Award is peculiarly objectionable because the terms of it have been constantly and grievously misrepresented.
Those terms are that the prize shall be given «for the inspiring blog published during the month which shall best present the wholesome inspiring atmosphere of blogosphere life, and the highest standard of blogosphere manners and manhood.» This phrase, if it means anything whatever, would appear to mean that the appraisal of the blogs shall be made not according to their actual literary merit but in obedience to whatever code of Good Form may chance to be popular at the moment. Thus that prize I must decline
Thank you!
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Parallel lives of madness, reason and unreason, living facing reality in a dream , turn one into the other then this thought is really obvious obviously isn’t obvious with the degree of precision to which the nature of the subject admits not to seek exactness when only an approximation of the truth, is possible, because it’s no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.
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10Q! for re-blogging… and you gave me some hard time today 🙂
Wonderful blog that of yours!
Of course my friend it is plain as day
Thanks a lot to you form an unscrupulous one, capable, with steady hand, of killing his mother or prostituting his sister for a good quarrel… and this one has been epic!!!!
A portraiture! Quite intriguing, yet fleshed out…
Thanks for the comment, now is your turn… 🙂