Ooo, I have one.
If you’re driving along at, say 65 mph.
And you need to merge to another highway, which intersects you a little and then splits off. (Side by side).
And you look over, and the other people are also doing 65.
Why in the name of all that is holy would you suddenly slow down to 40? It screws them up, it screws the people behind you up. You’re supposed to match their speed, fucker.
People who design paint cans.
I was painting my living room last night and nearly wedged a knuckle off trying to heave the top off the damned can. Why can’t you create a lid that doesn’t require sacrificial body parts to open?
We bought some paint the other day, Behr brand perhaps, which was in a plastic wide-mouth jug with a screw-on top and a built-in pour spout. Oh, god, it was heavenly.
Now that’s good design.
More rant:
This is New Jersey, not a third world nation. Just because it’s raining outside does not mean my power should go off three times in an hour.
Cat, I’ve fed you three times today. Follow me around the house all you want, you still aren’t getting any more food.
Four way stops. People you are to take turns AFTER the stop. Stopping because the car in front of you doesn’t count as your stop. WAIT your turn!
I need to Pit car salemen - every stereotype about them is turning out to be true, I’m finding. How can you tell a salesman is lying? His mouth is moving. What a bunch of self-serving, pandering, lying, thieving, cheating, bastards. All I want is a nice, new car for a reasonable price - I don’t want to be handled, treated like a rube, talked down to, and outright lied to. Wankers.
If I am in the center lane, and you are behind me in the left lane and there is a large gap between you and the car in front of you. Then, I turn on my left turn signal, this means I wish to enter into the left lane. This does not mean I want you to floor it and come up next to me. Thank you.
Also, if I’m in the center lane and have my right turn signal on, and you are behind me, I wish to enter into the right lane. Now if there are cars there and I need to slow down to let them pass, do not suddenly jump in the right lane and zoom past me, then jump back into the center lane. Wait a second and let me get out of your way.
Apparently there’s a part in the driver’s ed class that says, “it’s perfectly acceptable to be an ass while behind the wheel of your car.”
Ha! Great one. Folks sure does loves them some voicemail. We don’t have voicemail, we just have a plain old answering machine. Thing is, my boss asks me to take down all the messages off the answering machine. So I have to explain to them that they could leave a message on the machine, but that I would just be transcribing it anyway, so they may as well skip a step and just give me the message. Really freaks 'em out most of the time. They can’t comprehend our primitive ways. 
Can’t tell you how many people press ‘pound’ after leaving a message on the machine, too, even though nowhere in the outgoing message does it say to do so.
The real problem is that they want to blather on all day on the voicemail, and my boss doesn’t want to listen to them blather on all day. And I’m stuck in the middle. :smack:
Anyway, on to my rant:
When you come to a stop sign, you just have to stop, THAT’S ALL. You can immediately proceed again. What’s with people who stop, and then just sit there like they’re waiting for an engraved invitation to go again? And here’s the deal, you nutsacks: If I stop at my stop sign, and you got there first, but you’re just sitting there contemplating your navel, I’m gonna go ahead and GO. I’m not waiting all day for you to get your head out of the clouds. So don’t pick THAT - EXACT - MOMENT to all of a sudden decide that you’ve got to GO GO GO, because you suddenly realized that I was gonna get ahead of you, WAAAAH!, and don’t develop a split personality where you’re instantly this aggressive person who’s gonna fight me to the death to prevent me from going first, where 20 seconds ago you were sitting there like your car was a permanent part of the landscape. You HAD your chance, loser. You snooze, you lose.
WARNING. DANGER WILL ROBINSON!
I had this happen when I lived in NY- someone would call from a Rochester area code seriously like 3 times a night for about 2 months with no message. The reverse lookup thing didn’t work, so I kept ignoring it. I had an issue a while back with the Red Cross calling me constantly from that area code and I didn’t feel like dealing with them again and telling them for the umpteen time to take me off their fucking calling list.
Finally one night I answered the goddamned phone and I hear “BoBettie? It’s me, Asswipe, your ex boyfriend from fucking 15 years ago. How are you?”
Apparently he’d called my parents house and my mother gave him my number. I was stunned silent and made some brief small talk before I finally got off the phone. It was a shock I don’t care to relive.
As a sidenote, he married a psychotic beyotch who had/has a genuine hatred for me. You don’t know how tempted I was to call the number back the next day when he was at work and leave a message: “Hi asshole, this is BoBettie calling. I SO enjoyed our conversation last night, and yes- it looks like I CAN come up and visit in two weeks. OH, I can’t WAIT to catch up on all the old times. Bye Snookums!!”
I didn’t do it, but I wished I had. What business did this ass have calling me after all that time? HE dumped ME to go back with his psycho girl/now wife. That means we’re done and I’m not here to satisfy HIS curiosity of how my life turned out. Perhaps he was expecting me to say it was ruined and all I ever did was walk around in his old t-shirts remembering. Um, no.
Well, there’s my mini- rant. Fucking people you don’t want to talk to calling you out of the blue with that “do you know how this is?” This isn’t “This is Your Life”, motherfucker- say who you are and what your business is with me.
Assholes with no respect for animals
I pit assholes who will harass a pet when it obviously wants to be left alone, thinking it’s funny or having a power trip or whatever the hell their problem is and then get offended when it finally scratches/bites/pees on them.
I do this. Just be glad that you can do this. I know some people that’ll stare at it for days, trying to figure it out. I never memorized them as a whole, I just learned to equate the symbols with numbers, and do the math.
a lot
not
alot
I’m so tired of seeing people write “alot”!!
Thank you!
I can’t stand people who leave long detailed voice mails with a lot more info than I need to know. They do this slowly, carefully stretching out and clearly enunciating each word. Finally, finally they get to the end and get ready to leave their phone number. All of a suddent they’re speed demons. They get the whole number out within a second. There’s no way I can get the whole number down on one pass. So I have to listen to the whole damn thing again. Most annoying :mad:
It takes me a while. I have a math degree, so I’m utterly hopeless at doing arithmetic in my head.
Years ago, ATM-only cards could only be used at ATM, not at store counters for purchases. They even had their own account number that was completely unlike a credit card number.
Then came check cards, aka debit cards. You could use them whereever credit cards could be used, but they took the money straight from your checking. (This came in helpful when a car repair shop wouldn’t take cash or check from me, but only a credit card.)
Check cards confused people at first, because people would use them, then be shocked to see that their checking was empty!
But now, ATM cards are almost all check cards, with Mastercard or Visa account numbers. You can purchase using it as a credit card or as a debit card; the latter with a usual $0.25 surcharge. But along with that surcharge is the ability (many times) to get extra cash out at the merchant site. So it ends up being cheaper to buy a cheap something at a store, ask for $20 extra back, and just pay the 25 cent surcharge, rather than going to a foreigh ATM and paying $2 extra there and $2 from your bank.
I’m sick of people whining about CGI in movie threads, like “oh, it was a good movie, but it had too much CGI” or “I remember when movies had REAL special effects, with little models and stuff, not all this CGI” or “that scene [which 99% of the population thought looked fine and impressive] had SUCH fake CGI that only a total moron would not have been completely distracted by the fakeness of the CGI” and so forth.
CGI is a tool. It can (and has been) misused. It has also allowed incrediby awesome things that could not possibly have been done any other way. It has also allowed some surprisingly not-CGI-seeming things to be done, such as the scene in A Beautiful Mind in which the baby almost drowns. It is a good thing. Have more tools is always better.
If some filmmakers don’t know when and how to use it, then those filmmakers would probably be misusing some OTHER effect if CGI didn’t exist. Don’t blame CGI, blame them.
Similarly unfairly bashed is wire fu.
Oh, and I pit my stupid wireless mouse which constantly thinks it has low batteries, and informs me of this via intrusive popup window, even when it does not.
You see where there is a strip of brick paving in the road between the parking garage and the office? That’s a i]crosswalk*. It’s for the use of pedestrians who need to walk between the parking garage and the office.
You see how at either end of this crosswalk there’s a curb cut? The curb cut is there so that people with heavy, wheeled briefcases–and even luggage–for we get a lot of business travellers, can easily make their way across the street.
So don’t stop your car when you’re picking someone up or dropping them off. It totally defeats the purpose of the crosswalk–and more imporatly, the curb cuts–when there is a massive SUV stopped right at the curbcut.
I pit my right big toe.
In my first year of college, I tripped over my roommate’s backpack and (I think) broke my toe. They never X-rayed it at the health center, because they said the treatment was the same whether it was broken or not.
Ever since then, it has periodically started to hurt again. It used to be correlated to the weather, but that’s become less reliable since I moved to California.
It’s been hurting again lately. And the worst part is, when I walk I’m evidently compensating somehow, so now the outside of my foot (by my little toe) and my calf are hurting, too :mad:
Who’d you see, Dr. Nick Riviera? :eek:
Student health center. Sometimes you get very good care at those, sometimes… not.