Pet peeves

[bluebell]

Ekserb, ol' buddy- a day without a pet peeve is like a day without sunshine!

I agree.
I don't want to have to begin questioning your old man crotchety-ness.
There are so few certainties in this life...

 

[monique1971]

Last time this happened, he'd gone to stay with the folks for a few days. What's the excuse this time?

I've got a peeve: people who crowd me in exercise class. I can't work out if I'm worried that I'm going to kick the person next to me with my flailing limbs.

I know it's not like an Ekserb peeve or anything, but it is my very own.

 

[bluebell]

Mandatory Spontaneous Combustion

Last time this happened, he'd gone to stay with the folks for a few days. What's the excuse this time?

Heh.
Maybe he finally got the Girl Scout Cookies he ordered and is now in Tag-A-Long Bliss.

I've got a peeve: people who crowd me in exercise class. I can't work out if I'm worried that I'm going to kick the person next to me with my flailing limbs.

I know it's not like an Ekserb peeve or anything, but it is my very own.

Nonetheless, it is very valid. I hate people who crowd in general, but especially at the gym and the supermarket.
They should die.

 

[trysail]

....I hate people who crowd in general.
They should die.

Amen, darlin'. There are folk out there who, for reasons that completely elude me, have no sense of "personal space." Why is it that they can't stand back a foot or two? People who fail to observe my personal space get their feet stepped on. I'm not subtle about it.

The same thing goes when I play hoops. If you insist on face-guarding me, you're going to end up with an elbow in your nose.

 

[Ekserb]

Two-for-one Blue Light Special!

Does anyone else feel icky when they see one of these speed-walking fitness freaks moving down the street? Could they be any more gay?!?

I realize that running is hard on the knees, but I'm not sure I worry enough about my future ability to roam sans aluminum walker that I'd sacrifice all my self-respect by waving my arms and wiggling my hips like some kind of La Cage aux Folles nightmare.

The one I saw today was taking it up a notch. She was wearing an iPod and the music had persuaded her to incorporate some head pops and crazy eye movements into her fanatical flailing about and when she saw me looking at her - instead of toning it down to try to retain some small remnant of dignity - she added a huge, toothy grin and several finger-points in my direction. In time to the music and her cadence, no less.

Did I mention she was about eighty years old? Eww.

(I was on a roll today....)

Exotic pets and their socially needy owners.

"Look at me! I have a huge golden snake draped across my shoulders. Aren't I cool? Don't you want to touch it? You know, carrying a seven-foot-long reptile on a crowded public sidewalk is the equivalent of packing a five pound cock between my legs, baby."

Or these people who have parrots in cages in their back yards. I'm sure your neighbors must love that an eight-ounce bird can screech louder than a ship's whistle and performs said feat ten times a minute all day long.

If I lived next to this animal it would be the Piccadilly Circus scene from An American Werewolf In London with me biting the heads off anyone or anything unlucky enough to get in my fucking way.

 

[Daizie]

I haven't been here in a while. And boy have I missed it! Between Ekserb's TP issues, Bluebell's sweater catastrophe and the parking problems, it seems I have been seriously out of the loop. Having now read the latest peevishness, I am once again caught up and content.

 

[bluebell]

Watercress is a Super Food.

I haven't been here in a while. And boy have I missed it! Between Ekserb's TP issues, Bluebell's sweater catastrophe and the parking problems, it seems I have been seriously out of the loop. Having now read the latest peevishness, I am once again caught up and content.

Ah yes. Turn your back for one minute and you find out you missed the life's action equivalent of Cirque du Soliel (though in some cases, that may not be such a bad thing).
You also missed the almost excessive (but wonderful) use of the word "flail" and its many verboidal forms.

Missed you too, Daiz.
For a minute today I wondered if Tom Cruise and the Scientologists had gotten you.

 

[Daizie]

Ah yes. Turn your back for one minute and you find out you missed the life's action equivalent of Cirque du Soliel (though in some cases, that may not be such a bad thing).
You also missed the almost excessive (but wonderful) use of the word "flail" and its many verboidal forms.

Missed you too, Daiz.
For a minute today I wondered if Tom Cruise and the Scientologists had gotten you.

Thank you for your concern blue. However, I can assure you that I have not engaged in any jumping on my couch activities.

 

[monique1971]

Does anyone else feel icky when they see one of these speed-walking fitness freaks moving down the street? Could they be any more gay?!?

They could be, if they are in fact homosexuals. Or do you mean that you can detect someone's sexual preference by the way they walk?

I realize that running is hard on the knees, but I'm not sure I worry enough about my future ability to roam sans aluminum walker that I'd sacrifice all my self-respect by waving my arms and wiggling my hips like some kind of La Cage aux Folles nightmare.

I think you mean "flailing" your arms, no?

I would so love to see you do the "I Am What I Am" song from La Cage.

The one I saw today was taking it up a notch. She was wearing an iPod and the music had persuaded her to incorporate some head pops and crazy eye movements into her fanatical flailing about

<snip>

Oh, there it is. Now I'm happy!

Exotic pets and their socially needy owners.

"Look at me! I have a huge golden snake draped across my shoulders. Aren't I cool? Don't you want to touch it? You know, carrying a seven-foot-long reptile on a crowded public sidewalk is the equivalent of packing a five pound cock between my legs, baby."

The mere thought of walking past a person with a giant snake on their shoulders fills me with horror and panic. Thanks alot. Now I am going to have nightmares.


.... In other news, welcome back Daizie!

 

[trysail]

The Demise of Craftsmanship and The Production Of Noise


The inspiration for this started with a post on another thread; it occurred to me that, with a little plumping, it properly belongs here.

I am tired of the mediocrity that abounds. Craftsmanship has, regretfully, gone the way of the dodo. I like to see things done properly- the way they're supposed to be done. I can't stand shoddy workmanship or the chattering classes who fill the airwaves and are responsible for the destruction of whole forests sacrificed to produce the paper they fill with mind-numbing blather- politicians, broadcast journalists, promoters, proselytizers, investment managers, stockbrokers, or preachers. It's astonishingly rare to find someone who actually knows what the hell they're talking about these days- the whole world seems to be made up of people who are nothing more than noisemakers, self-promoters, and attention-seekers.

The two most competent and honest investors in today's world, Warren E. Buffett and John C. Bogle, would not be employable by the mainstream investment field. They don't fit; they're honest, know what they're talking about, and speak the truth.

Similarly, the greatest journalist of 20th century America (certainly the most eminent etymologist and, arguably, the best prose writer America ever produced- with the possible exceptions of Twain, Hemingway, and Fitzgerald) would not be employable by today's media. Those in command of the media and who are responsible for the pablum that passes for writing today would be scared to death of him. They'd have nightmares of spending the remainder of their days defending the libel and slander suits that would swamp the courts as that gifted word craftsman flayed the deserving.

 

[Ekserb]

They could be, if they are in fact homosexuals. Or do you mean that you can detect someone's sexual preference by the way they walk?

Please. I meant gay in the sense that anything silly is gay.





And I think they really are gay.

 

[monique1971]

Please. I meant gay in the sense that anything silly is gay.





And I think they really are gay.

I still want to see you do the song from La Cage aux Folles. That way I'll be able to tell whether you're gay or not.

 

[Ekserb]

I still want to see you do the song from La Cage aux Folles. That way I'll be able to tell whether you're gay or not.

You'd need to see it to figure out if I'm gay? Let me hip you to something: Singing showtunes equals gay.

 

[monique1971]

You'd need to see it to figure out if I'm gay? Let me hip you to something: Singing showtunes equals gay.

God, of course you're right.

This is evidence that I've lived in the midwest too long. People here are always doing wholesome community theatre productions in which everyone, gay and straight, sings out with all their hearts.

Oops, I am straying off-topic. Okay, my pet peeve for the day: people who pointlessly chit chat around the photocopier at work. We're at work, folks, it's not the church social. I don't have time to coo over pictures of your kid or to discuss weekend plans.

 

[monique1971]

I hate it when I'm looking forward to eating something, I take the ingredients out of the refrigerator to make it, and find that one of the said ingredients has spoiled. I end up feeling disappointed and deprived.

 

[Ekserb]

I hate it when I'm looking forward to eating something, I take the ingredients out of the refrigerator to make it, and find that one of the said ingredients has spoiled. I end up feeling disappointed and deprived.

I had a similar experience a couple days ago. I got out of the shower all nice and hungry at the end of the day. I sprayed a baking sheet with oil and preheated the oven. Went to get the frozen pizza out of the freezer and only then found I had none. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck. Man, that pizza was going to taste good, too.

Mac and cheese to the rescue.

 

[Daizie]

I had a similar experience a couple days ago. I got out of the shower all nice and hungry at the end of the day. I sprayed a baking sheet with oil and preheated the oven. Went to get the frozen pizza out of the freezer and only then found I had none. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck. Man, that pizza was going to taste good, too.

Mac and cheese to the rescue.

Ditto on this for me. I had the water boiling and was ready to add the spaghetti when I looked and....no sauce. Henceforth and furthermore, no pasta for dinner.

(Yes, I buy Spaghetti sauce and don't make my own and yes, I also know it is often referred to as gravy.)

 

[monique1971]

Ditto on this for me. I had the water boiling and was ready to add the spaghetti when I looked and....no sauce. Henceforth and furthermore, no pasta for dinner.

(Yes, I buy Spaghetti sauce and don't make my own and yes, I also know it is often referred to as gravy.)

I've never heard it called "gravy." Who calls it gravy? That's weird.

I still like you even if you don't make your own sauce.

 

[Ekserb]

I've never heard it called "gravy." Who calls it gravy? That's weird.

I still like you even if you don't make your own sauce.

People make their own sauce? What is that?!?

 

[Ekserb]

Ditto on this for me. I had the water boiling and was ready to add the spaghetti when I looked and....no sauce. Henceforth and furthermore, no pasta for dinner.

I can't easily count the number of times I've done that.

Or poured a bowl of cereal only to find after half-filling the bowl with milk that there is only enough liquid in the bottle to half-fill the fucking bowl. Three or four spoonfuls of delightful, sugary Golden Grahamyness, then a mouthful of cut gums and chalky sweet dust.

(Well? I couldn't just throw it away!)

 

[bluebell]

I'm sick of subject lines. Someone else make one, dammit.

That is all.

 

[Lorali82]

I will but it won't be as cool as yours.

I'm peeved that nobody has yet mistaken my "Pet thread" for the "Pet peeves" thread and posted some long annoyed rant in there.

 

[Ekserb]

I'm peeved that nobody has yet mistaken my "Pet thread" for the "Pet peeves" thread and posted some long annoyed rant in there.

I almost always make that mistake when I see that there is a new post in the Pet Thread in my subscription list, but have yet to carry the misunderstanding to its final, incorrect conclusion.

Lucky me - I'd never live that down.

 

[bluebell]

Tool Box

My peeve is that I can't get the image of this:

Three or four spoonfuls of delightful, sugary Golden Grahamyness, then a mouthful of cut gums and chalky sweet dust.

out of my head.

All I can think of are the centillions of times I myself have had this experience.
I hate that bottom dust.
(Heh. Bottom dust...)

 

[monique1971]

Snow in April. Why, why, why?