People with hundreds of unopened e-mails!!!1!!!1!!eleven!!!
How can they live with that??!!!
Even if I don’t know I them want to strangle them.
Just wait till I become Supreme Overlord, you just freaking wait.
That shouldn’t even be possible. Notifications and privileges are handled by the OS. If you didn’t grant permission, it can’t send them.
Don’t say “I’m not trying to be difficult”–because honestly, if you won’t take my “No” as “no” you are succeeding at being difficult. (Yes, I work retail, and as a result, I hate people).
People who wave and say “Hi”, only to fail to wait for the greeting to be reciprocated before going on their way. It seems a bit, idk, tacky or rude or something to greet someone and then give them the back of your head for that person to return the greeting.
I yelled at some guy on the TV about this yesterday, purely as a reflex.
If it’s not weather, it’s sports. Today one of the Twin Cities stations led off with something like, “Today, two people were killed in a motor vehicle accident in East Bethel, and demonstrations against the US intensified across the Middle East, but first—what caused the NHL lockout and what does local superstar Zach Parise have to say about it?” Really? WTF?
Two things…
For some reason, whenever I hold something in my mouth, I become enraged. I have no idea why this is.
I also can’t stand it when people say “Oh” for “zero”. “Oh” is a letter, “zero” is a number. So if your phone number is “two-one-oh, five-five-five, etc…”, I don’t know WTF to dial.
Yes, I know this is acceptable, BUT IT’S STILL WRONG, GAWDDAMMIT! 
Are you seriously proposing that, when I have the legal pedestrian right-of-way, I should hustle to get out of your way, when you are sitting in a comfortable car?
Seriously?
For the record, I am neither decrepit nor do I have bum knees. I don’t like running, I don’t run for buses or trains, which are occasions that might suit my convenience to do so.
But if you think that I am going to “move my ass” to get out of your way, well, dream on you entitled twit. May you forever be kept waiting when you want to turn at an intersection by pedestrians with the right-of-way. Maybe you’ll learn some patience; maybe you’ll learn there are other people in the world besides you.
Roddy
As I said, I walk all the time, too, more than I drive - when I’m crossing the street with cars waiting, I go quickly, not walking along, taking my time. Maybe you see walking across the street at your normal pace when drivers are waiting is not dawdling; I see it as dawdling. You do have right of way in a crosswalk, but you’re on drivers’ turf, and making them wait just because you can is something I try not to do.
Reminds me: people who fall for such advertising as “fat-free cereal!” Uh, yeah, sugar cubes are fat-free too… and marshmallows…
Ughh. I’ve been proofreading a book–an academic text written by a retired college professor–and I cannot fucking count the number of times I’ve had to edit that ‘word’ out of the text.
Urban runners who cross opposite you while you are waiting to make a left turn. You wait and wait and wait for a break in the traffic, and the break finally comes. But here comes Urban Runner, crossing perpendicular to you and on the opposite side of the intersection. Great, you think, because now it’ll be even easier to make your turn. You think he’s going to go straight across, maybe even jog in place for a few seconds at the opposite left corner to give you more time to turn–but no! He cuts the corner entirely and you nearly run into him while turning.
Fiction books that have basic facts wrong. Yes, I know that I need to suspend my disbelief to enjoy them. But when someone is shooting with a revolver and the brass is flying, it totally brings me out of the book to write a scathing letter.
Well, maybe not that scathing, I start with Dear Author, tell them that I really enjoyed their book, but that the disconnect due to their proofreader’s mistake was jarring and end with something about how much I’m looking forward to their next book.
The misuse of penultimate makes me nuts enought to just send them the sentence with a link to the proper defination. They are supposed to be wordsmiths, they need to know what the words actually mean!!!
Misspellings that indicate you have a problem with a person/idea/corporation/whatever. You put those in your writings, I automatically discount what you have to say. For example…
M$
Crapple
Republicons
DemonRATS
Moochelle Obama (this is from Limbaugh, btw - I didn’t come up with it myself!)
Mittens Romney
Use the right names, everybody, and let your arguments make your case.
You’re not getting old; you must live in an apartment overlooking the street. In any 24 hour period we’re likely to hear:
[ul]
[li]People loudly slamming car doors late at night, usually followed by someone loudly shouting goodbye and thanks for the ride, etc.[/li][li]Car alarm operational challenges op cit.[/li][li]The badly running motorcycle across the street idling for about ten minutes before the owner frigging rides off.[/li][li]Every damn morning around five or six, the bottle scavengers–apparently, a couple–who come raiding our bins. Clink, rattle, clink, clink, rattle, rustle, clank. And guess which building is the largest apartment complex in the neighborhood, and has the most recyclables to offer? That’s right, it’s the one I live in. Cut it out! it’s against city law.[/li][/ul]
Maybe it is a sign of age after all, but I don’t get why the noise has to be gratuitous.
Of what words are these supposed to be misspellings?
Microsoft
Apple
When toilet paper is hanging the wrong way. It should come up over the back and hang down in front, so the edge of the paper is closest to the user.
TV advertisements *inside stores. *If I’m SHOPPING IN YOUR STORE, I don’t need to be encouraged to SHOP AT YOUR STORE (at your gas pump, etc). So, Walmart and Citgo, I will be buying my shit anyfuckingwhere else.
People who leave cabinets and drawers open randomly and unpredictably. I don’t want to bang into that shit when I walk into the kitchen after dark. Also, the fact that our kitchen light is on the *wrong side *of the kitchen (open concepts SUCK). If we had a light switch on the wall next to the entry of the kitchen from the INSIDE of the house (how fucking novel!), I wouldn’t have to blindly fumble my way for the fucking light switch and bang into the random cabinets and drawers (and possibly dog toys).
I just gave a poor review to an author of a time travel book, in large part because she was a lazy researcher. I mean, she had the lead character gain popularity with the locals via her awesome cooking, including making fresh pizzas (the kind with tomato sauce), in France. In the year 1300. In the middle of the winter.
I suppose it’s somewhat forgivable for her not to know that tomatoes are a New World crop, and wouldn’t have been introduced to Europeans for another 200 years or so. But it’s just plain stupid for her not to know that tomatoes are a summer crop.
Maybe she brought tomatoes with her from the some summer in the future.
You don’t need to run across the road, but you do need to actually intend to cross it. I think Cat Whisperer is talking about the phenomenon of young people who mosey into the path of moving cars and then ooze towards the opposite curb as slowly as possible. Why do they do this? Because they can.