How would you characterize the Oklahoma City bombing?
Is it “credit” that they incited terror using violence?
I only read the first 2 pages, so these may have been mentioned:
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People who arrive late for movies. I’m not sure WHY it bothers me, but when folks show up late for a movie and have missed the first 10 minutes or so, it really irks me. Not the disruption of finding a seat (most movies I go to have plenty of seats available), but just the idea that they’ve missed important plot points and won’t be up to speed. Most of the time there’s really important stuff in the first 10-15 minutes (the movie has to hook you, right?), and folks just come in like they don’t even care. I have to fight the urge to go over and tell them what they missed.
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People who reply to a thread without reading it and announce their post as such. Just ignorant. And likely repetitive of more erudite posters.
No passably good wine–i.e. anything better than dumping a half shot of 190-proof grain alcohol in a cup of Welch’s grape juice–can be fully appreciated when drunk from a tumbler, mug, or collectible jelly glass. Wineglasses are tapered at the top to funnel the aroma towards your nose, the senses of taste and smell being intimately connected. I agree the stem isn’t needed, but although stemless wineglasses are are easy enough to get, stemware is seen by many as more traditionally appropriate.
On the subject of restaurants, servers, and wine: If we order a bottle, we’ll pour it into our glasses, thank you very much. The server doesn’t need to rush over and top up our glasses after the first couple of sips.
I’m not going to do your critical thinking for you, but here’s the process: read the post you just cited, decide what you know about the incident in question, apply definition of “terrorist” or “dickhead” as appropriate.
If you have to ask, then it’s really not worth discussing it with you.
Similarly, when the newsreader says the suspect is being “held on $2M bond”. No, there is no bond. If the defendant could have raised the $2M for cash bail or the $200K for a bail bond, he wouldn’t be sitting in jail.
When you say it out loud, sure. What use is seeing it in print?
Having different language rules between speech and print, beyond syntactic cues to encode cadence and emphasis, is madness.
I finally have a pet peeve that I know no one has but me. It’s when I’m out in public and I’m approaching a door and someone (actually, it’s always a guy) sees me and he hurries to ask me if I need a hand with the door and I politely tell him “no thank you” and he decides that either I’m not telling the truth or my answer didn’t matter and gives me that “help” anyway. :mad:
Actually, I should be so headstrong. I have no idea if anyone else has this pet peeve or not. A better way to say it would have been, “I don’t think anyone else has this pet peeve.”
The trash cans at the cafe where I work have a little tab at one corner labeled, tellingly, “cinch tab.” I have carefully demonstrated to everyone who has ever worked there how to pull the top of bag taut and twist it under this tab. When you do this, the bag does not slide into the can like a five-year-old’s sock.
In three years, no one else has ever done it.
When I read it, I can still “hear” it in my head. And it sounds idiotic.
Not only that, but the next one needing to use the elevator may not be on the first floor, in which case you’ve just put unnecessary wear and tear on the elevator. What if someone above you now has to wait for it to go all the way down and then come back up?
I’m certainly not the only person in the world with this pet peeve, but I’m the only person in this town with it.
The town where I live operates on what I call “Viburnum Time.” Viburnum Time is not the same time that governs your life or mine. In Viburnum, “Be here at noon for lunch” means “Leave the house around 12:30, the oven will be turned on around 2ish, there might be food on your plate by 3.”
As an example, last week my goat farmer friend and I made plans for me to help him slaughter and dress a useless doe. He said “be here at 11.” So I got there at 11. We sat and had coffee, talked, watched his favorite heavy metal band on YouTube, talked, had more coffee… this went on for two and a half hours. At 1:30 we pulled the trigger (literally) on killing the doe.
Similar to “Viburnum Time” is another local pet peeve of mine - when I’m waiting in line at the convenience store, and the customer and clerk are friends and they catch up over the transaction. Never mind the people waiting in line behind the customer, if it takes ten minutes of gabbing to complete the transaction, then they’ll talk for ten minutes.
Drives me up the fucking wall.
People whom you see are on their phones 24/7 and are constantly texting others all the time even when driving or watching a movie, but then you send them an important text and they reply four hours later.
When I’m reading through online reviews for an item on Amazon or wherever, and I come across the inevitable two-star review because the reviewer thought it would be bigger/smaller. The goddamn dimensions are right in the description! Right there! Displayed in front of your stupid face! It says six inches high by ten inches wide!
Bonus points for if the size is in the name of the item, like 10.5" Cast Iron Skillet.
“So, this Ten And A Half Inch Cast Iron Skillet wasn’t Teflon at all, and I need at least a twelve inch pan because Bacon Should Never Be Folded AM I RIGHT?!?”
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Oh, and I have a coworker who must be from Viburnum. If he wants to go out to a bar, I always pick a night where I don’t need to be anywhere. And I’ve been known to bring a book along!
Because I know I’ll be waiting for anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour at the bar. But I’ve come to accept it, and by now the bartender is used to me reading.
It took me a long time to learn how to show up for parties hosted by friends from other countries (in grad school, I mostly hung out with the international students). I finally figured out that if “the party starts at 6”, that I should just keep on doing whatever I was doing, and if I happened to glance at my watch and notice that it was past 6, that meant that I should get to a good stopping point in whatever it was, and then head over.
I’ve mentioned several times on these boards about my absolutely abhorrence for those little wooden paddles people eat ice cream with. They make me shudder. If I see someone using them, I either have to move or stop what I’m doing and get them a real spoon.
dying to know whether you feel strongly that silverware should be sorted, or shouldn’t be sorted.