I had to rebuild my MIL’s computer. I have a mac…you PC folks don’t like it when we go on and on bout how cool our stuff is. BUT.
I install the OS off the recovery disks, get it networked, and go to windows update. Install updates. Reboot.
Go back to Windows update, install updates, reboot. Windows Update, install, reboot…
I did this SEVEN FRIKKIN TIMES!!! Jebus Tapdancin Cripes! It shouldn’t take more than two…and it even shouldn’t take that many times to protect the sucker.
Once in a while I dip into the online dating pool. I hate it when some guy IMs you, says “hi”, and expects you to carry the conversation and ask all the questions. I will not play along. *YOU IM’d *ME- speak or get off my computer!
This is but one of the reasons that I never enable instant messaging on dating sites… 
People in my house who are slowing the internet connection by running file sharing software. Downloads aren’t the problem – it’s letting people upload off their computers. So they end up hogging the bandwidth because they’re communicating with something like 14 computers at once, while my online games (which communicate with 1 server at a time) are made unplayable (3000ms latency, for those who know what it means).
People who can’t manage their own hygiene. I find sitting through lectures difficult enough as it is, without catching wafts of thick cheese and onion horror every few seconds.
People who borrow your homework to “see what you did”, then turn up at class with an exact replica. I tell you, those monks who used to copy manuscripts are nothing compared to these guys. This happened today, and the idiot hadn’t even bothered to change the numbers I’d randomly chosen to start with. Guess who’s not going to be “seeing” my assignments anymore?
People who must get the highest grade, no matter what it takes – even if the grade counts for nothing. The grades for many of my assignments are given purely so we have some idea of how we’re doing. Yet so many people insist on copying answers to questions they can’t do off others. Do you think some PhD student cares whether you got it all right? Think he’s making a note of your name, so he can bow down and worship your infallibility when he meets you? Just accept the fact that you might not be able to be right all the time, and hey… you might find you learn from your mistakes.
Regional-centric rant: Cowboy hats are not acceptable unless you’re an actual cowboy. If you’re in Walmart, eating sandwich at Subway, you are not allowed to wear a cowboy hat, because you look stupid. Your big shit-eating grin when you try to engage the three young women at the next table in boisterous Texas-Style conversation (STOP TALKING SO LOUDLY, DUMBASS), you will come across as A) an ignorant idiot because of the hat and B) a creep old man, because you don’t even know us, creepy dude. Also: if you’re wearing a suit, the cowboy boots negate the formality of the suit.
I am quite unpleased with the guys that design the score graphics for televised football. Is there 12:00 left in the quarter or 2:00? Beats me, they’ve got the score so far to the left of the screen that we can’t tell. They assume that every person in the audience has a television with no overscan whatsoever. Wake up dudes.
Then there’s the irritation Fox sports habit of having the scoreboard flash the team name, turning it into an icon, and flashing every time the team does something. Geez- if I see the player run into the end zone and the officials arms upstretched, it isn’t exactly a revelation to see “TOUCHDOWN PACKERS” explode at the top of the screen.
While we’re on Fox football, your time display is nicely centered in the screen. So far so good. But the display is apparently center-justified, fixed width. So when we tick from 7:12 to 7:11, the numbers stretch to make up for the reduced width of the “1”. Then at 7:10 they compress slightly to make up for the wider “0”, then at 7:09 they compress again to make up for the “0” in the ten second place. It irritates me to no end.
In Hell maybe.
Boots done right are far prettier than lousy loafers or wingtips.
Thank you for that and may I just add, take your freaking hat off when you’re inside. I’m not that old (yet) but I was taught that gentlemen didn’t wear hats inside. You look like an asshole in that hat.
A two-parter!
I’m going to second this one. We have signs posted all over the office about not fumigating the entire building with your perfume, and yet this one woman still wears enough that she emits visible fragrance rays. You can smell Celeste’s office from several yards away, even if she isn’t in there. If Celeste has been in the vicinity in the last 10 minutes, or is approaching your area, your nose will tell you. And your eyes, which will water immediately. And your sinuses, which will react in such a way that it feels like you’ve been struck in the head with a ballpeen hammer. Several of us are very allergic to flowers, various chemicals, etc. so the company has asked that people lay off the perfume, but she is oblivious.
Celeste, if you’re worried that you might smell bad, let me clear up your confusion: you really, really do. Your perfume is instantly nauseating and headache-inducing. It isn’t possible that your perfume is better than any TurboFunk you imagine you are giving off. You’re a nice person and a competent worker, but I and several of our coworkers cannot bear to be in your physical presence.
Look, I know I have no life. But if you MSN me twice and you don’t get an answer, either
-I’m busy
-I’m not here
-I don’t want to talk to you
-All three
You don’t have to keep sending me messages or nudging me every half minute. Especially if most of those messages are along the lines of poke. If it’s important, say it and leave, I’ll get back to you.
Baby Boomers talking about how great child rearing was in the 50s and how crappy child rearing is nowadays. (Just read Tim Russert’s memoir, GAH!). Do you guys know who reared the ones doing the rearing these days? Baby Boomers!
(Hee hee… I remember when the South Park movie was released and Lynn Neary (sp?) on NPR was interviewing Parker and Stone, she said something like, “My generation just wasn’t raised to talk like that” in reference to profanity, and one the guys said “no, your generation just turned police cars over in the street!”)
I hate it when I can’t remember the perfectly good minor rant that I came up with last night. :mad:
We get a lot of this in Calgary, too (it’s not called Cowtown for nothing, I guess). Calgary is a city of one million people; it’s one of the biggest cities in Canada, and it’s a very busy metropolitan centre. If you are living in Calgary, guess what? YOU’RE NOT ON THE RANCH ANY MORE! You are officially a city dweller, and no amount of cowboy hats and Wranglers is going to change that.
Then we have the opposite problem once a year - the Stampede. Wall-to-wall, never-ending cowboy duds and country music for 10 days in July. Ai-yah.
I went to a nice restaurant last night and there was a man wearing a baseball cap a couple tables away from us. He wasn’t being as rude as the kid with the portable dvd player though, whose parents were watching it with him.
Noting your location, I just read that again in my head in a variety of British accents, and you’re right; it is pretty funny.
Addendum to list: I hate it when other people are British and I’m not.
I hate people that can’t say a conclusive goodbye, or say their goodbyes and then continue to hang about chatting.
Example, my wife’s family are fine except for this one universal quirk.
“Well, we have to get going now…”
30 minutes later
“Gosh look at the time, you’ve been great”
30 more minutes, have actually stood up and moved to the front door
“Thanks so much, we have to run”
30 minutes later, outside on the porch
“Come on, let’s get headed out, we need to get dinner started”
30 more minutes later, through the open window of the running car in the driveway
“We love you, kisses! Oh, I think I left my bag inside, let me run right in…”
Back inside the house now, as the next level of Purgatory is ascended.
“Oh look at the time…”
I really hate people who look up at the sky on a starry night and see nothing but specks of light.
I hate cops with power trips. One of my best friends is a cop, and he hates them even more than I do!
I hate really big mean dogs.
I hate that where I work, I am in charge of determining if the work that these people do on programming computers is going to work for the customer. The programmers make like, $65k a year. I make WAY THE F less than $16k.
And damn the hell out of Comic Sans.
I hate that on Epicurious or FoodTV websites, people who change the recipe around then announce how awful it is and give a really low rating.
as in, “‘Beef Stew’ well, I didn’t have beef so I used canned tuna, and I didn’t have potatos so I used craisins and it tasted really bad! Don’t make this recipe, it sucks!” :smack:
That is no help to me as I am scrolling through recipes to find ones with good ratings!!!
If you screw up/dramatically alter the recipe and it sucks, don’t balme the recipes! :mad:
Idiots.