(a) Hiking
(b) Hard boiled eggs
© people who hate showtunes. Those bastards!
“I hate religious people that feel the need to share, witness, convert, whatever, there views on me either directly or indirectly. You found Jesus? Great, keep it to yourself!”
—I think everyone hates these. Even other religious people!
Glad to see I’m not the only beach bitch. And, by the way, I hate Jim Carrey and cheese, too. Cheesy Jim Carrey beach films are the worst.
Peanut butter, in any form.
Except cookies, We are accepting the peanut-butter-cookies rolled-in-sugar-with-the-Hershey’s-kisses-on-the-top-that-people make-at-Christmas at this time.
The Price is Right.
Oh how I, with unbridled passion, loathe eveything about this show.
It makes the baby Jesus screech with the fury of a thousand colicky infants.
Boiled eggs.
I don’t know about everyone loving them, exactly, but I think the vast majority of people like 'em or eat 'em without a problem.
I can’t even stand to be in the same room as a peeled boiled egg. It’s not a choice - I literally cannot tolerate that smell. I have to leave or I’ll start to retch. I do believe it’s some sort of genuine olfactory intolerance, but I’ve never met anyone else who feels the same way so I’m unique or mistaken.
Now, when you realise how often some inspired soul will include boiled eggs in sandwiches, salads, savoury dishes etc. you begin to see what a pernicious problem this is.
[BTVS]
We will bring you the limp and broken body of Bob Barker.
[/BTVS]
Hmmm, what do I hate? Wal-Mart sucks pretty badly. Haven’t been there in a month. I can’t think of a worse place to shop.
Car chases. there’s one on the news right now (I live in So Cal). I want to watch The People’s Court, but instead I’m watching a white car race along on the 5 northbound. There’s no drama there! Nobody is on the 5 Northbound! It’s just the white car!
Cucumbers, and, uhh, thats all I can think of. I like most of the stuff lited so far. Especially cheese, I’d rather die than live life without cheese. Cheese, glorious cheese!
Reeses Pieces. I hate those little things. Also the commericals for Reeses Pieces!
Free Willy
- Bad acting by the kid
- Bad acting by a mechanical whale (most of the scenes were with the mechanical one, not the real one).
- Script so bad it was not even worthy of being on the Lifetime network.
I was SO hoping the whale would misjudge the big climactic jump to freedom and squish the kid. Would have saved us all the horrors of the sequels.
Adam Sandler - every movie he’s starred in as the main character follows the same plot line - sing a song, beat somebody up, act like a five-year old and get the girl. Booooring.
Eminem - don’t get me started. (cold, icy freeze-voice) Don’t even get me started…
Animé - firstly, the art style sucks. The boobs are the size of watermelons, the hair-styles just ridiculous and the eyes would probably would collapse under their own weight in real life. The twin travesties of Pokémon and Dragon Ball Z finally made me run screaming from any whisperings of fandom. I don’t care about Akira and other ‘classic’ animé, with ‘complex’ and ‘deep’ plotlines. I’m just not into animé. Give me a break.
Magic Cards - Mein geliebster Gott im blauen, schönen Himmel and beat me with a hose full of reinforced cement, I don’t care a single thing about how cool it is to have an überdeck with all five colors and a Fluffy Mole-Kitten of the Great Smiley Swamps! When a drooling cretin like (name deleted so as not to scare the neighbors) can play the game well, then it’s definitely not the game for me!
And you want to know what sucks the brains from my nostrils? All of my close friends adore these previously-mentioned items of entertainment as if they were holy writ, and recommend them to me quite often.
Jim Carrey
Tom Cruise
Adam Sandler
Cell phones
Eggs in any form (except hidden in cookies and brownies). When I was a kid my dad would cook a big breakfast on Sundays. I’d sit outside with my dog while the breakfast was prepared and consumed. After the dishes were cleared away I’d creep in and eat cold toast and bacon. Boiled, fried, scrambled…eewww. I can’t stand the smell.
StG
Buffy. I have never hated a TV show so. It conglomerates myriads of shallow, adolescent viewpoints on life, then accompanies them with machine gun cutting between scenes, and musical assault. Substitute snappy retorts for every possible intelligent conversation, then glorify how much adrenaline has been produced. The show would be twice as exciting if it were shown on roller coasters! Or sky diving! Also, SMG has some sort of genetic defect or personality disorder. Every time I see her–even in photographs–my subconscious says–this person is not well, avoid it. Also, and I could prove this if sorely pressed, most of the dialog could be generated by a computer; particularly the non-sequiturs. Take 100 lines, mix randomly. Result: disconnected dialog that almost sounds like people are saying something.
The TV show, Friends. Ugh!
Green eggs, and LAMB
Well, you get the idea!!!:rolleyes:
The freakish smile-with-a-body-attached that is Julia Roberts.
Oh, and the jerks who don’t like Fight Club. Dudes, it was so puff deep.
people who are cheery at me in the mornings, especially 6am on a sunday mornings while im at work, if you get chirpy with me i will spend the rest of the work day plotting your death.
Ohhhh, I feel soooo validated, man.
Thank you, thank you, ten million thank yous to:
Beach haters - Why go out to get hot, sticky and gritty when I can stay home, spread margarine on my body, and roll around in my cat’s litter box?
Summer despisers – Ukulele Ike- you said it brother, save a spot for me in your refrigerated sanctum, will ya?
X-files and Friends loathers–I’ll add ER and ANY of the Star Trek knockoffs.
(As for The Price is Right: I see what you mean, but have a soft spot in my heart for it because I spent so many disgustingly blue-skied, boiling summer days hiding inside while all my so-called ~friends~ went to the beach, and Bob was the only thing on TV- Bob, Bonanza, and Perry Mason.)
Another one:
Back rubs, neck massages - any of those uninvited, gargantuanly misnomered “therepeutic” intrusions.
“Thanks, but no thanks, PAL. I’d rather live with this piercing, aching, throbbing, mertyl-wood knot in my hunched and contorted shoulders for the rest of my life than endure your verminous paws clawing into me for ONE MORE SECOND!”
I’ll second Crepitus Fremitus on show tunes. I have never understood their appeal, and whenever I happen to catch a scene with several people singing and dancing. To have a bunch of people break into song in the middle of a scene just doesn’t make any sense to me.
I’ll second Ukulele Ike On summertime. Today it was 108°, which may be normal for Phoenix, but not here. Still, the summers are usually too hot where I live. I abslutely LOATHE announcers who assume we all like clear, sunny hot days. I actually like rainy and cloudy days better and I resent all the complaints I hear from people who whine about it raining. These people have no right to complain about the drought conditions we seem to always have anymore. I like the other seasons, though, even the winter.
Adam Sandler:
Gotta put in my two cents here. He never was funny to begin with. Far from it. Ditto for Austin Powers.
Friends, Cheers, Seinfeld:
Actually, just about any TV show that becomes overly popular and makes me out to be an outcast at work because I can’t contribute anything to people’s conversations about “last night’s show.”
Eminem:
This isn’t the Pit, so I will withhold my thoughts about him.
There are others I could second on this list, but these were the ones that I felt I was in the most agreement with.
Here’s are some of my own–
Supermodels:
Yes, I am a heterosexual male, but I don’t get aroused looking at these women who have to keep a slender figure to retain their titles as “supermodels.” I actually find larger women with some fat on them and wide wide hips and rotund backsides to be more attractive. As for the “fashions” supermodels wear, I’ll take a heavyset gal in jeans and a T-shirt any day.
Beer:
I hate being around people who brag about how great it is to have a beer after work, or worse, having several and getting completely drunk. I don’t see the point in doing this. When they complain about hangovers I offer no sympathy whatsoever.
Sports:
Football in particular, but the subject of sports in general elicits a big yawn. I don’t give a shit about teams, coaches, scores, or who’s in the playoffs- bores me to DEATH!!!
I must come to the defense of “The Price is Right.” It sure beats all the talk shows and courtroom shows that have taken over daytime television in recent years.
Tom Cruise, Dawson’s Creek, Julia Roberts, sports, beer.
Mexican food
Mint
The Beastie Boys
The Doors