“Hello, friend, it’s me, CRAZY! Yeah, CRAZY! So good to hear your voice.”

[Baileykat]

Originally Posted by Bornieo: Fully Loaded

Thanks to handless phone chatting, you can now are free to sing your heart out in the car without everyone pointing and laughing. Just lift up you cellphone into view whenever anyone stares at you while you belt out a tune.

Guilty!

[Not Afraid]

Speaking of CRAZY, this is a pic I got on Sunday from near Splash of a guy on Tom Sawyers Island.



No, your eyes are no decieving you. He is wearing a full superman outfit including gloves (but he was wearing board shorts instead).

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by Not Afraid

Speaking of CRAZY, this is a pic I got on Sunday from near Splash of a guy on Tom Sawyers Island.

No, your eyes are no decieving you. He is wearing a full superman outfit including gloves (but he was wearing board shorts instead).

I might have mixed feelings about cell phones, byut I DO love the cell phone camera. My goodness!

[Not Afraid]

Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

I might have mixed feelings about cell phones, byut I DO love the cell phone camera. My goodness!

No, this wasn't my cell phone camera. This was me opening my purse, finding my camera, turning it on, focusing and snapping all before the guy was blocked my the approaching Mark Twain. I was on SPEED, man!

Originally Posted by Steph

And they were giving us s**t about candy corn hats?

Yeah. I am wondering how this guy was getting away with this "get-up" (as my Dad would've said).

LOL. My poor Dad. Always saying tome "You're not going out in that get-up are you?". The answer was always "yes, what's wrong with it?".

[Stan4dSteph]

Originally Posted by Not Afraid

No, your eyes are no decieving you. He is wearing a full superman outfit including gloves (but he was wearing board shorts instead).

And they were giving us s**t about candy corn hats?

[Cadaverous Pallor]

I sing and dance in the car. I don't care if people see. Hell, I want people to see, because I'm sure they'd get a chuckle out of it. Or maybe they'd appreciate someone that doesn't care what others think. Maybe it'd inspire them to have fun in the car too.

Originally Posted by TheatreTech

Oh, I talk to myself ALL the time. Not just in the "reading off a mental list of things to do/remember" way. But in the "full on conversation complete with arguing with myself" way. (Most of this happens in the car.)

Me too. When you're alone in the car and late for something, or forgot something at home, it's an environment ripe for yelling at yourself.

[Prudence]

I sing in the car, dance in the car, conduct imaginary orchestras in the car, practice oral arguments in the car (did I mention I talk with my hands?), talk at the other drivers (sorry about your tiny pee-pee!) in the car, provide running commentary whether or not I have a passenger...

But that's not surprising since I'm a motor-mouth outside the car, too.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I'm also much relieved to now know so many people who practice imaginary conversations aloud.

Who knew my father and I were not the only insane sane people in the world?

[Prudence]

I have to amend my earlier post to add that I talk to all sorts of animate and inanimate objects. The cats, the toaster, the computer, the microwave, the sink that won't drain, the computer, the VCR, the cordless handset I can't find, the computer, the cans in the cupboard, my closet, the computer....

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by Prudence

I have to amend my earlier post to add that I talk to all sorts of animate and inanimate objects. The cats, the toaster, the computer, the microwave, the sink that won't drain, the computer, the VCR, the cordless handset I can't find, the computer, the cans in the cupboard, my closet, the computer....

I do that, too. But I'm also the crazy who talks to her food. "Ooh, apple, you look so good to me. I can't wait to eat you!"

Bad.

My mother, a few years ago, caught me on the couch having an imaginary conversation with a boy I was interested in. I even had my arm on the couch, as if reaching behind him. And I was turned toward an invisible someone. And I was talking aloud.

In my defense, I really thought I was just imagining a conversation in my head. I had no idea I was acting it out.

Actually, that's not much of a defense, is it? Sounds like, since I didn't know I was doing it, I'm even *more* crazy.

I saw my mother. Registered surprise and embarrassment. And she just smiled, shook her head, said, "Just like your father," and then asked me who I was talking to.

"Jonathan Livingston. A boy at school. We've been writing. I'm nervous about our first conversation after we're both at school again, so I was, uh, practicing."

"Practicing?"

"Yes."

"You know that's crazy, right? That you didn't even realize you were doing it?"

"Yes."

"Okay." And then she kindly walked away.