If the button makes a nice click and I am alone, I will multiclick. I also like tapping my (fake) nails on a surface when I'm thinking.

Nobody is stealing my identity. Turns out someone at citibank hit print a little early.

I don't have a problem notseeing mountains. My problem is I imagine them. I'll mistake clouds for distant mountains.

I used to laugh at my mom for this. When they'd been in Houston about 18 months, after having lived in LA and Tuscon previously, she was admiring the pretty mountains. Then she realized they were clouds and it made her terribly sad. She came home and told my dad that his next post-doc had to be in a place where there were mountains. Luckily, he got a tenure track position at NMSU next, and they've been there ever since.

The odd thing is that the both grew up in the flatlands of the midwest.

In Jamaica, when you can't see the mountains, it's because the hills are in your way, or you can't back up far enough to see them properly without getting into the ocean. The idea of mountains being so far away and as freaking huge as they are here ... skeery, and and unsettling.

But impressive.

It bugs me when i'm standing in front of the elevator, the light is on, therefore proving I have pushed the button, and some schmo comes along and pushes it again.

I am Allyson in this regard, except that I also silently feel superior to the schmo. Which I shouldn't, because I am totally the schmo who absentmindedlty pushes the traffic light button and then thinks "D'oh! Someone already pushed it."

Do you sometimes push the button and think "Mmm. That felt good. Let me push it ... mmmm. Still feels goo...mmmm." That happens to me sometimes.

It bugs me when i'm standing in front of the elevator, the light is on, therefore proving I have pushed the button, and some schmo comes along and pushes it again.

I do this, but it's because (a) I've already committed to pushing the button and I'm on autopilot and (b) I've been caught several times standnig there thinking I was waiting with somebody else for the elevator and then because I wasn't paying attention to the little light I didn't realize that it hadn't been pushed. Most I'm already thinking about something else by the time I'm approaching the elevator.

There's also a tiny bit of OCD involved, I suspect, with a dash of Magical Thinking.

The Organ Mountains aren't really that massive, but they are very dramatic.

This is the sort of view my aunt and uncle have in their back yard in colorado. (If I'm oriented right, they live at the edge of the trees closest to the peaks.)

ita you are too funny.

The only time I find pushing the button satisfying is when it changes right afterwards, and then the satisfaction is in the change, not the push.

I went into comp sci because of the buttons (114 right now!) so I have a predisposition.

If I'm at the elevator (or crossing the street) with the blackberry or phone or PDA unsheathed, then I'm cool. Much better buttons.

So, Hec, when someone, say, oh, someone who is sort of short and stout and has great hair says, "I'm so glad you came along, I'm sure I didn't push that button right the first time," Do you...

a) snark back,

b) look confused, and then sneer, or,

c) laugh?

I will often re-push the elevator buttons at work because the elevators in my office building are psychotic. I'm on the third floor. The elevators have lit numbers telling you what floor they are on. I have pushed a button, watched an elevator go from the first to the second floor, pause, and then go back to the first floor and stay. Meanwhile, neither of the other elevators budged.

I really should take the stairs more.