Let’s start with bus drivers. I will yield to you when you turn your signal on that you need to get back into traffic. Honest to god, I will. I can’t yield to you, however, when you turn your signal on just as I’m at your tail end, and then you start coming into traffic the second you hit the signal. Don’t expect me to do a brake-stand to allow you back into traffic.
Television. Oh, television. You had so much potential. What happened to you? Did you fall in with the wrong crowd?
Corporate radio. Blech.
Canadian politics. American politics, for that matter. I’m tired of all of it. We all know that the only agenda any politician has once elected is getting re-elected. Any governing that actually happens in that time is either an accident or done by someone else.
Cold weather. Tired of you. Snowy, slippery sidewalks. Tired of you, too. I want warm, green days.
People who deliberately speed up to stop me merging onto the freeway ahead of them. I nearly got smushed this morning by some stupid woman that way. Thanks a bunch, lady.
*Lou Malnati’s for adding half a cup of oil to their Pasta Fresca. The first time I had it I thought it was a mistake, but now it’s twice, so this is clearly intentional. WHY? Pasta sitting in a pool of oil is not that good.
*muddy slush.
*my coworker from LA who constantly whines about the weather and how much she hates it here in general. Did someone force you to move here? STFU! (When you get her on other topics, she’s really nice, actually.)
*the anonymous troll on LJ. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, trust me, you’re better off. This could be a real rant, but I don’t want to give these (this?)fuckwad(s) any more attention than this mini-rant.
There’s more. Oh yes, there’s more. But I’ll stop now.
Aw, I actually feel bad about this. Sometimes, though, I need to get to my NOC in a hurry. I have an ‘express route’ that allows me to be seen by the least amount of people. The more people I see, the more prone I am to stupid, time-wasting questions/comments. Unfortunately, it does include me taking the elevator up one floor. Until my cloak of invisibility comes in, it is what it is.
What’s up with large towns (190K) that don’t have anyplace which sells 1/8" copper or silver sheet metal? If I wanted to be cut off from the benefits of civilization, I’d live in the damned boonies. At least there I could build a forge in my back yard, and hammer the stuff out myself. -Or, like I’m going to have to do anyway, go online and order some, for delivery in 3 weeks! :mad:
We get that in Calgary all the time, from people who moved here from Vancouver and/or Toronto. Yes, it’s flatter here. No, there aren’t nearly as many trees here. No, there aren’t any decent lakes nearby. The city’s full - if you don’t like it, go back where ya came from.
I pit taxes. God I fucking hate doing taxes. I’ve been doing small business taxes since 2001. I’m pretty sure now I know what I’m doing. I keep good records and document everything, so I guess if I get audited, I get audited and hope for the best.
Everytime I see one of those politicos on TV talking about starting up the Great American Small Business or some nonsense, I get so angry. Running a business is risky, but anybody can do it, yeah. It’s a great way to work your way up. But they effing KILL you with paperwork before you can even get yourself off the ground. Supposedly I’m supposed to start filing expected-earnings quarterly, but damned if I know what or how to do that, or if anyone actually TOLD me for sure I need to. When am I supposed to have time, if I’m actually running the business?! I’m only one person!! After I get my return for this year done I’m going to try to find a plain-language book to understand the quarterly thing, at the library. The way they talk about people starting up businesses, you’d think it was as easy as some five year old sitting on the corner selling lemonade. Grr!!
I shouldn’t have to PAY someone to be able to figure this out, and I can’t now anyway because I don’t make enough money to justify it. I’ve had enough growth every year since '01 to make it worth doing whatever I can to not just fold and give up, but they sure don’t make it easy!
Are you the guy building the 18’ tall flame throwing mech-man?
No?
Bummer.
I hate it when the one movie I want to see is only available in my neighbourhood video store on VHS and not the DVD I know is out there. Even worse, is the amount of old movies NOT ON DVD AT ALL!
I hate it when talking animals address me by my first name. How improper!
Answer the question I asked you, not the ones echoing in your head from the voices. Please.
Why are the books I want so fucking expensive? $350? I know lots of people who would buy it for $100, so just drop the price already!
Just lay down and put out will you? It’s been a freaking month. Is there something wrong with you? With me? With us? Just give it up already!
Stop acting like I’m in charge. I’m not. I used to be and I gave up that job because I hated it. So stop asking me what’s happening. I don’t know and it’s not my decision anymore.
Ditto on the bus thing.
I have to cross a busy street where people are turning at the same time I have the walk signal every day. The other day someone fucking HONKED at me while I was crossing the street.
Fuck you, asshole. I have the right of way. Don’t fucking honking at me for crossing the fucking street. Fucker.
I have to cross a busy street where people are turning at the same time I have the walk signal every day. The other day someone fucking HONKED at me while I was crossing the street.
Fuck you, asshole. I have the right of way. Don’t fucking honk at me for crossing the fucking street. Fucker.
This might be too lame even for this thread- but the graphics on FOX football coverage drives me batty. The culprit is the clock at the top of the screen. It appears to be center-justified, fixed width. What that leads to is when the clock goes from 8:12 to 8:11, you see a shimmy in the display as the 8 enlarges slightly and moves marginally to the left because the width of 8:11 is less that that of 8:12. Then you see another shimmy as the clock goes from 8:11 to 8:10, as the 8 gets slightly smaller and shifts a bit to the right to accomodate the extra width of the 2 vs the 1. It happens every 10 seconds as it makes the 2,1,0 pattern. Even if I’m focused on the play, that silly little shimmy of the clock every ten seconds breaks my concentration every time.
