Quin’s Quirks

The Rules:
1. Link the person(s) who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

Regarding rule no. 1, I was tagged by Rufus, on this very blog.

Regarding rule no. 2, see above.

Regarding the quirks, I don’t know if I’ll be very good at identifying them, perhaps for reasons Rufus has already stated.

(1) Rufus brought up neck-cracking, and that’s really just the beginning for me. I’ve been cracking my knees since I was in kindergarten. About ten years ago I discovered that I was able to crack my ankles on a regular basis, and now I spend much of my spare time (which isn’t much these days) trying to crack them both in a single motion. And it doesn’t happen very often, but I’ve even been able to crack the big toe, the ankle, and the knee in a single motion. I’m trying to add my hip to the cycle, which, as I see it, would be like a 1080 degree turn for an Olympic ice skater.

(2) When I was a young lad, I was afraid to turn the television on. I had to turn it on and quickly run behind a couch before looking at the screen. Only after hiding behind furniture or a wall was I able to peek first and then gradually acclimate myself to the idea of watching the screen. I still get a little panicky when turning on a television, but that doesn’t stop me from watching far too many DVDs.

(3) I don’t do it very often anymore, but when I play computer solitaire until I win a game, I start talking to myself in an English accent. If I play for an especially long time, I’ll carry on a conversation with myself – one voice in an English accent, the other in broken French. I’m actually kind of embarrassed to share this, but for all I know you’re laughing your head off right now, so I’ll leave it as is.

(4) I usually give up shelling peanuts at a baseball game. I just eat the whole thing, shell included.

(5) I often say “Japan” instead of “Spokane”. I used to live in Japan, and my sister used to live in Spokane, and of course now Mr. and Mrs. Rufus live there, and more than once – many times more than once – I’ve been surprised to hear someone say, “Really? Just for a weekend?”

(6) This may not qualify as a behavior, but I sometimes dream of a scene in a book before actually reading the book. Example no. 1: I dreamt that I was on a tropical island, in woods not far from the beach. I made the sign of the cross in front of a tree, then chopped that tree down and made a dugout canoe. Then I dragged the dugout down to the beach and paddled off. One week later I found out that Derek Walcott had a published book length poem, Omeros. I was standing in the poetry section of the University Book Store, and was surprised that I hadn’t read somewhere that it was coming out. Of course I read it before I even brought it to the counter, and lo and behold, that very scene with the dugout canoe is described in the first two pages. Example no. 2: For several weeks I had a recurring dream that my car had a flat tire. It got to the point where I’d wake up in the morning and go out and check to see if the tires were okay. When Milan Kundera’s last novel in Czech was published (Immortality), I naturally went out and bought it the first day it was available. In the novel there is a very strange character named Professor Avenarius who runs around slashing tires at night, just for the sport of it. After I read the novel the dreams stopped.

I’ll work on the tagging thing later.


  1. Rufus McCain says

    I knew we could count on you, Quin. Those dreams are somethin’ else. For real? You need to apply that talent to getting the lottery numbers ahead of time.

    By the way, I just Googled “six quirks” in hopes of finding some I could add to my repertoire. There’s a woman named Vera who has some fantastic ones.

  2. Quin Finnegan says

    Yeah, for real. I find it hard to believe myself, but I remember taking great care at the time to make sure I hadn’t come across a blurb somehow before hand. I really don’t think I did. I don’t actually expect other people to believe me, but I don’t actually care much whether they do.

    There are a couple of other examples, but not so clear as these two. And it hasn’t happened in a while – perhaps because I don’t read as much as I used to.

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