in which the author succumbs to a common gambit

via The Shy Turnip (that is to say, that's where this quote comes from):

Each player of this game starts with “6 weird things about you”. Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post of their own 6 weird things as well as clearly state this rule. After you state your 6 weird things, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you’re tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.

My nemesis this time is the nefarious Summervillain, he of the glyphic blog. The problem, or so I think at first, is that what's "weird" to someone else might not seem weird to me. I will try to triangulate to some hypothetical outside perspective regardless.

1. When I pick up a free newspaper (such as the print edition of The Onion), I never pick up the top copy but always grab one two or three deep in the stack. I'm not sure why - sometimes the top copy's been ruffled with, but even if it looks utterly pristine, sheer habit means I'll grab one from beneath it.

2. I don't like eating the same food two meals in a row (even though I'm fine with leftovers from restaurants), even if those two meals are one day's dinner and the next day's lunch (breakfast doesn't count - since it's almost always the same: a piece of toast with a drizzle of olive oil, sometimes infused olive oil. Weird Thing 2.5: I don't like eating the same thing all the time...except for breakfast. Probably because I'm not awake enough to make decisions at that point.)

3. Rose and I have odd little rituals and superstitions around certain numbers, particularly times and particularly clocks. 11:11 is especially auspicious, but any time with repeated digits is good. Same is true with miles on car odometers. (These rituals and superstitions are entirely for fun, not that we actually believe in their effects.)

4. This is hardly news to anyone who reads this place regularly, but I'm rather more than usually invested in particular issues of punctuation and grammar (notably, misplaced apostrophes and quotation marks).

5. I have a very mild spatial dysfunction that manifests itself in difficulty navigating from point to point from one street grid system to another set at irregular angles to it. (Look at a map of the east side of Milwaukee for an example: I'm always driving further than I need to around there because I miscalculate or misremember the best route.) Similarly, certain buildings and intersections can confuse me if they're too self-similar: an intersection where buildings on all four corners are kind of similar, or a building whose hallways look alike and which offers long and short routes from one point to the next (another local example: Mitchell Hall on the UWM campus).

6. My left shoulder is slightly lower than my right one, a consequence of a car accident I was in about fifteen years ago. There's no functional impairment.

Now, on to the victimization portion of our platter, sports fans. I think I will go off to the Comics Curmudgeon site and find some likely suspects with blogs over there...like Nyssa23, Non-Shannon, and yellojkt. And a few other folks - such as the redoubtable Flasshe, and my Milwaukee compatriot Czeltic Girl, and the fabbo head 'cake flipper of the Intellectual House o' Pancakes, Paula.