Holy shit…I took my wife to see James Taylor and we got lawn seats (note to self, your body is now TOO OLD for lawn “seats” don’t do that again) and we were next to two married couples whose wives obviously did not give a shit about the concert, because they talked through the whole fucking thing. The only time they stopped was when they went to get cocktails, otherwise it was full-on gossip gab gab gossip. I was like WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?
When? Just now?
It irritates me even more to hear singers of the National Anthem engaging in so many vocal gymnastics to show off their doubtless-wonderful voices, that the tune is freaking unrecognizable!!
It’s the National Anthem damn it ! It’s already got a melody. You wanna write your own tune? Fine. Have at it. Just call it something else, and sing it some other time !
Sometimes, the rendition is so strong and emotive that you want to stand and holler as the singer is concluding.
Other times, the rendition is so bad that you want to cheer because it’s almost over.
I live in X. NOT X Hills. But the zip code overlaps and so it ALWAYS chooses X Hills instead of my town when doing the lookup. Sometimes the lookups don’t even have my town, they just assume we’re all part of X Hills…
I have a '69 MG. I bought it in '86 and it was my daily driver for a while. I retired it years ago and it’s in storage until I can restore it. I’m quite glad that the original owner and I put new registration stickers over the old ones. I was able to peel them off and got down to an almost undamaged 1971 registration sticker; perfect for a collector’s car like that.
I was also very surprised when I moved east and discovered that I had to transfer the license plates when I sell a car and buy another. In Washington, the plates stayed with the car. Seemed much more convenient.
6 years ago, but just as relevant today. One of my better titles, if I do say so myself.
Point taken. I figured ZIP codes were small enough, and that the Post Office was smart enough while creating them, that each would map to a single town. Perhaps if ZIP+4 catches on we can move to the glorious future I envision.
OMG! One of our doctors at work is like this. He’s very old, and a jillion times smarter than me, but he barely functions with computers. I find myself standing over his shoulder, going “click that… no, the blue thing… just close that… click on the tab… the tab! Okay, type in this field… you’ll have to click in it first…”
It’s been done.
Having to buy a huge bunch of parsley or cilantro when I only want a few sprigs.
Dammit! Outgunned by reality again.
This seems to happen less these years, but…
Many Youtubers have introductory title clips with a bit of music and the channel name. Often there are special effects and a collage of images. It’s something the channel spent some time or money creating.
Usually the longer the intro was the worse the channel would be. A quality channel would have a 3-7 sec title clip and then get to business. A rotten channel would proudly show off their intro for 15 or 20 seconds before cutting to a dude unboxing in a dark room.
Damn, those extra 10 secs of intro infuriated.
If a coffee place advertised that they had a dedicated “Black Coffee Only” line, they’d have loyal customers for life.
That’s why we have parsley/oregano/cilantro/basil/mint plants growing
Thanks, I’ll check it out!
I get so mad when I try to skip past a commercial on a Youtube channel and the internet makes you wait 15 seconds for the stream to restart whereas the ad was only 5 seconds.
Never been able to get cilantro to grow well. I have oregano, basil, thyme and Thai basil growing, though. Learned my lesson with mint, which will take over your yard, climb in through your windows and strangle you in your sleep.
No, I get it, I do. I’ve been caught in this before myself.
There’s a right hand exit on the northbound 405 in Los Angeles to merge onto the northbound 101. I learned the hard way that you damned well better be over in one of the two right hand lanes for that exit at least 2 miles before you ever see a sign. (At least, that’s how it was quite a few years ago. Maybe they’ve improved this mess by now.)
I didn’t realize this until I saw the first sign. Yikes! I slowed and immediately began to signal to see if some kind person would realize my predicament. They did, allowed me into the lane and I cheerily waved my thanks. The Oregon plate probably helped.
But in a similar situation, I once lost two hours in the right hand lane waiting to exit the westbound 880 (or was it the 680?) to turn right onto the cloverleaf and merge onto the southbound 101 in San Jose, watching a million cars drive all the way up on the left to last-minute line butt so they didn’t have to wait, as I was doing. Very deliberate actions on the part of the massively self-entitled. God, was I pissed.
Here in the Ewe-Jean area of Oregon, we have a similar eastbound right hand exit onto another southbound highway. You must be in the right hand lane well ahead of the exit, and it is clearly marked well beforehand. Yet there are always Members of the Massively Self-Entitled who scoot all the way up to the front of the line and then attempt to line-butt. Not on my watch, buster!
I will zipper like a pro, letting at least one and often two or even three vehicles in ahead of me in an orderly fashion. But if you’re a line-butter, we’re going to have a problem.
But to zipper-merge, shouldn’t both lanes be all the way to the merge point? If everybody gets over to the right-hand lane as soon as possible, there will always be a backup.
If you follow the zipper merge method, you should stay in your lane up to the final merge point (instead of an early merge as soon as you see the warning sign). Then, take turns with drivers in the other lane to safely and smoothly ease into the remaining lane.
link goes to Triple-A
Yes. I should have clarified that I zipper in zipper-appropriate situations such as you describe. But if the situation calls for lining up in an orderly fashion to exit well ahead, then that’s when I become incensed.