Heath Ledger as the Joker. Just didn’t notice anything great about the performance. Though it may have been that I was expecting something very different.
Seconding Facebook and Heath-Ledger-as-Joker.
Food/drinks: Fruit. Yes, all fruit. And fruit juices and preserves.
Soft drinks
Tuna
Music: Coldplay
Rage Against the Machine
Death Cab for Cutie
Panic(!) at the Disco
And just because it’s on, Access Hollywood.
Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me that I can’t stand coffee or tea. At least I’m pretty sure although I’ve never tried coffee or hot tea and choked down maybe one or two swallows of iced tea. The smell is so revolting that even if it tasted twice as good as it smells, it would still be undrinkable.
Baked beans. It’s probably the number one thing people try to push on me, usually at picnics and family gatherings. I will eat them sometimes if all the good stuff is gone but if there’s better options I won’t waste the valuable stomach space. This seems to mystify people, who often assure me that THIERS are different and better. Nuh-uhh, they all taste the same-bad.
Hey, there’s two of us. And the rest of the world doesn’t understand us at all.
I have onother one–donuts.
The cake ones are okay, as long as they don’t have heavy glaze on them, but most of them? Yeccchh. I’m lucky that I do like the cake ones enough to eat them, because that means that some of the time, I can just eat one of those and avoid the inevitable "What??? You don’t like DONUTS??? :eek::eek::eek: " confrontation. If there are no cake ones, I’m in trouble. Then I either have to have that conversation, or be accused of being on a diet. “Oh here, I’ll split one with you…” “No! I just don’t like donuts, dammit! Is that so hard to believe?”
Yeah, apparently.
I am so glad I am not alone…because you are right, the rest of the world doesn’t get us at all.
You should buy each other a gif…nevermind.
All of these, except RATM. Also, what’s up having an exclamation mark in the middle of your name, Disco boys? And Death Cab for Cutie? Biggest musical disappointment I’ve experienced since the Grateful Dead (seriously, who’d think that a band with ‘dead’ in the name would be hippy* music?). Coldplay just isn’t my thing.
With all the people talking about coffee, I feel the need to add my own comment. I don’t put sugar in my coffee. Sugary coffee disgusts me. I don’t know why, I love other sweet things, but sweetened coffeee makes me want to gag.
*Firefox is telling that ‘hippy’ is not a word. I’d figure it would be in every dictionary on the planet by now.
I hate Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill and other films by Quinton Tarantino. I have a hard time appreciating the so-called artistic quality of films to begin with - I consider them little more than pop-culture entertainment - adding all the blood, gore, decapitations, amputations and idiot one-liners doesn’t contribute anything of value as far as I’m concerned.
I also dislike slasher films like Hostel, Saw and the like. Even though I’m only 33, I miss the days when I could use my imagination to freak myself out rather than having it all laid out for me.
I loathe, loathe Genesis or anything else involving Phil Collins, Billy Joel and Elton John. I have a friend who insists that I’m committing blasphemy by feeling that way, but I think they’re some of the crappiest artists I’ve ever heard.
Although I live in St. Louis, I hate baseball, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a transplant from Indiana. Baseball is extraordinarily boring and the only things that have been able to convince me to go to a game so far are having access to a box where I didn’t have to watch the game or bringing my son along once just for the experience.
I don’t like reading books that are “good” for me. I read and write about federal regulations all day. I also provide editorial consultations for marketing firms. The last thing I want to do at the end of the day is “relax” with some Dostoyevsky or Ralph Waldo Emmerson. Give me a trashy novel or, heck, let me write one (I used to do that for a living) and I’ll be happy as a clam. Try to improve me through excruciatingly boring reading and I’ll probably start chewing my arm off if I don’t fall asleep first.
Another one who doesn’t care for watermelon.
The one that really shocks people- Green beans, no matter how, no matter when. And yes, I’ve tried good green beans. People who like GBs say that my Mom makes great ones. I’ve tried them. Do not like at all. A total waste of good pork, IMO.
I agree with salinqmind’s perspective. The best collective decision that my family ever made was that at some point, we are all adults with our own lives, and expecting everyone to bend over backwards to accommodate birthdays, christmases, father’s, mother’s day, et al with trips, gifts, and events was more stress and hassle than was worth it. Make it special for the kids, but otherwise we (as adults) meet and share time with each other when able, but are not controlled by the Hallmark calendar.
Unfortunately, I’ve married into a “Hallmark” family where the mere suggestion that we not drive 4 hours to attend just one of many cousin’s birthday celebrations is an unforgivable scandal.
How can you not like Napoleon Dynamite/Borat? That movie’s hilarious!!! NO. No it is not. It’s stupid and awkward and feels like laughing at a cripple tripping over himself.
Reality TV/American Idol. I actually dislike it’s viewers even more, who won’t STFU about it! Although there’s something so train-wreck-ish about Rock of Love. The airheaded blonde skanks… the douchebags… the burnt out hair band…
I don’t like sports at all. Not participating, not watching it. I’m male.
I don’t like shakey-cam!! Needing to vomit because of motion sickness is not my idea of a fun TV watching experience!
Twitter. I don’t care that you’re taking a dump right now.
Hallmark holidays. SWMBO dislikes them as well, so our holidays are always really low key. Mostly just visiting family or seeing the sights if there’s decorations. Valentines day? what’s that? Oh yea. That. Nope, no celebrating that, thank the gods!
My friend was going with a man whose large extended family lived out in the country. Fifteen - FIFTEEN! of them - were born in April or May. All the birthdays HAD to be ‘celebrated’ at his parents’ house, on the appropriate date. So he dragged her out there half a dozen times before she put her foot down and refused to go sit with a bunch of strangers who needed birthday presents from her, another stranger.:smack:
All of this. People assume I’ve only eaten those pasty-looking grocery store tomatoes - which are, admittedly, worse than the fresh garden ones - but not by much.
It’s too bad, because they always look like something that would be really tasty.
Like raspberries and blackberries. Again, they look tasty but the seeds always make me wonder if I’m eating bugs.
This isn’t all THAT uncommon.
But Pickles.
I work in a grocery store and it is known to everyone that if there is a pickle spill, I will not clean it up.
The collected works of both Sascha Baron Cohen and Will Farrell.
Everyone I’ve ever mentioned my profound distaste of both Ali G and Borat to immediately launches into a full-court press to convince me that they’re awesome and that I’m mistaken. Yes, I really do understand it. No, I still don’t think it’s funny or even interesting social commentary. I refuse categorically to even contemplate spending money to watch Bruno. The ads were plenty for me to conclude that I wouldn’t magically like it any better.
Ditto on Will Farrell, replacing movie/TV character names where appropriate.
I also don’t like Seinfeld, coffee, beer, or most reality television (for reasons that mystify me I really like Wipeout). I’m a grossly nonselective omnivore, so there’s not much in the way of foodstuffs I won’t eat, except raw onions (unless they’re seriously well disguised in something like salsa or guacamole and chopped really finely).
The older I get, the less I like the taste of grilled steak. Everybody likes steak, but not me anymore.
The older I get, the less I hate strawberries. I can tolerate them now, but I still don’t “like” them.
I also don’t like Seinfeld. I think more people don’t like it than do, so it doesn’t count.
Other than that, I’m a crowd follower who likes almost all of the comic book movies, Joss Whedon TV shows, pop music hits, and fast food.
Pineapple and/or coconut. But I do like getting caught in the rain.
Basketball, despite loving football, baseball, and hockey. It’s the incessant squealing of their shoes. SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE up the court then SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE back down the court MAKE IT STOP. Now if they had to wear slippery socks on those highly polished floors, I’d be all over that.
Beer and dry wines, because of the taste. Or drinking to excess, because once I finish a drink I am no longer thirsty, at which point putting additional liquid down my throat is unappealing. By the time I’m thirsty again, I’ve apparently metabolized enough that I only ever get pleasantly buzzed.
Lobster. I love every single other seafood I’ve tried, and have tried everything I could find, but can’t stand lobster. Go figure. (Well, I probably wouldn’t get a whole softshell crab in a sandwich again but it was worth having once.)
I could write a lengthy rant on this one. That sound is like rubbing balloons together or running fingernails down a chalkboard. It sends shivers down my spine and makes me crazy. Every time I encounter someone intentionally squeaking their shoes against the floor when standing in a crowd, it’s a fight not to scream at them. I’d be happier if they were wearing too much perfume, smoking a smelly cigar, and singing Celine Dion songs off-key while tap-dancing off-rhythm to a different song.