Papal Oddities

Apparently, I'm quite odd. A brief list follows:

-I like peanut butter and balogna sandwiches. I know, it sounds weird - but give it a chance. Of course, I'm using vegan balogna these days, but the taste is remarkably similar. Make sure you use a good organic peanut butter that doesn't have too much sugar added - it accents the spices in the bologna better.

-I like pickles but cucumbers make me vomit. Violently. Something about the pickling process makes the virtually deadly cucumber somehow more palatable to my gut. I think they should do research on this - perhaps pickle juice is like the Water of Life. I would really like to be able to command Shai-Hulud.

-I may be the only conscious person in the United States right now who doesn't care about seeing the new Batman movie (and there are probably some folks in comas who have heard about it and want to go see it - the pre-release buzz has been THAT obnoxious.)

-I have a mole centered over my xyphoid process. It is small and perfectly round, like a period in the middle of my chest. I am considering getting a tattoo next to it that says, "In case of CPR, press here."

-I once ate a live cricket. Ok - not that strange, but please understand; I ate it for extra credit in a high school biology course. I was already getting an A in the class, but those 10 points put me ahead of Mia Wenjen (that competitive bitch) and gave me the highest score in the class. I wonder if Mr. Hammonds is still teaching.

-I used to have an enormous crush on Marie Osmond. That's all I want to say about that...

-I throw, eat, and shoot pistols with my right hand. I play hockey, paint, and shoot rifles left-handed. This I attribute to the Montesori Nazis at my preschool. I can yo-yo with both hands, but not at the same time.

-I grew up in the South, and yet I hate sweet tea. This makes me a pariah at family gatherings, and I'm considered a tainted, Yankee-fied heathen in certain social settings. Of course, these are social settings in which the mention of veganism is likely to get you lynched, so I usually just munch my Clif bars in silence.

Certainly there are many more, but this is a good start. If any of you would like to confess your oddities (or add to my list for me), please feel free to do so in the comments, or on your own page (but let us know here so we know where to look).