Hearing the tag question “Aren’t I?”
Hearing the month between January and March pronounced as ‘Feb-ruh-werr-y’.
Emails from co-workers without subject line.
I never thought about this until just now, but I’ve always pronounced it “Feb-rue-airy” because it sounds right to me. But at the same time, I say “Wenz-day” without hesitation. Hm.
Just was reminded of this in another thread, but I didn’t want to poop in it so I’ll mention it here:
When people say something like “I’m going to my 30th reunion this year.” No, you aren’t. Not unless you’ve had one every year since you graduated. It’s the exact same number of syllables to say it correctly.
It’s coming up on 40 years since I graduated. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to go to our 3rd reunion this fall.
Foley artists, please stop applying thunk or whoom sounds to big lights being turned on. Saw it again today in a show. Besides, most really big lights take fifteen minutes to get bright anyway.
While you’re at it, Foley artists, stop making that metallic SHIIIING noise any time a character moves a knife or sword so much as a inch in its sheath. The sheath exists solely to protect the blade from things that would dull it, why do you imagine there’s some other bit of metal in there for the blade to go SHIIIIING against?
I’ve given up on spaceships in vacuum that go WHOOSH and then BOOM when they come apart. From what vantage point are you imagining someone can hear these noises?
I found my answer for the thread. The change counting is what bothers me. I learned basic math in Kindergarten. I know how much I gave you (in the rare event I’ve used cash in the past 20 years) and how much the change is. I don’t need someone to count up (which never made sense to my brain, anyway) to a dollar. If the change is $8.54 or whatever, just give it to me. And I don’t care how. I think dollars come first because that’s what’s logical and how numbers work to anyone who wasn’t trained as a cashier in the old days.
This reminds me of another one that really bothers me - drivers who pass at red lights or when I’m slowing down for safety reasons (or to save my brakes). Or drivers who speed up for no reason, at a red light. Look, see up there 500 feet? The light is red and there are cars in front of me. I’m not going to fully accelerate for 2 seconds just to slam on my brakes and narrowly avoid rear-ending the next car. And/or, I didn’t leave that space in front of me so you could pass and squeeze in. It’s snowing and that car in front of me is swerving and almost ran into the the guy in front of him. I’m trying to get home alive, not 10 seconds sooner. I even had a guy pass me at a 4way stop, because I wanted to wait my turn and (more importantly) wait until the intersection was clear before going. Reminds me of another one (I have many traffic ones) - drivers who block intersections or get mad at you if you refuse to block an intersection. Yeah, I have a green light, but there is no road to drive on. Or drivers who just go on green without looking. Yeah, maybe that guy turning left was a little late, but that doesn’t mean you should just plow into him.
Maybe it’s because they think you are asking them to be online and their phone is the only way.
I have to do both usually, but I am accurate and don’t make a mess.
I’m guessing you don’t have a cat.
Speaking of, another one that annoys me: when people go around bragging about their IQ. :rolleyes:
In Tucson, “suicide lane” was once used as a term for a reversible lane, or a middle lane which was used for through traffic at certain times of the day instead of restricted for left turns. There were four streets which used the middle lane for westbound traffic into the city between 7 and 9 in the morning and eastbound traffic from 4 to 6. Left turns were prohibited during those hours, but someone would always forget and try to use the suicide lane to turn left at the wrong time of day. Reversible lanes finally ended in 2004.
I like to think that I wasn’t raised by wolves. All toilets in our home remain with seat and lids down.
In recent months my adult daughter has begun to leave the lid up, and I tease her, saying “My sugar gliders are going to die! Put the lid down!”
(sugar gliders are known for climbing the shower curtain and diving to their death in an open toilet bowl, with no way to scrabble up the slick porcelain.)
No, I don’t have sugar gliders, but I think it would be extremely cool to have a pair.
Those who are entitled to boast seldom feel the need to.
Obligatory XKCD.
Sorry, but Randal Munroe is not particularly funny and not particularly clever. And he’s a horrible artist.
Until some point in the early 20th Century, the word “Dutch” was a common, if somewhat informal, term for German. That is to say, I’m pretty sure that a German class would be listed in a university course catalog by that name, but one student might very well mention having to study for a “Dutch” test.
It’s not so much a mistake as an old usage which has fossilized and survived.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but this has really been chapping my hide lately.
Online chat, as with banks, insurance companies, and the like, seems to disappearing. My primary bank used to have it 24/7, and now I’m lucky if I can get it during business hours. My other bank (where we have an old account we don’t want to move), used to have it during bankers’ hours, i.e. 10am to 3pm, more or less, seems to have eliminated it completely.
I’ve already said elsewhere how I can’t stand having to spell and pronounce my name ad nauseam, repeat and repeat account numbers and 16-digit card numbers, give them my telephone PIN (WTF?? I never got a ‘telephone banking PIN’)…When I could get everything done in a minute or two if they still had online chat.
When someone sends [del]you[/del] me a friend request on Facebook.
I suppose the “Thunk” noises are supposed to be the mechanical relays you sometimes see in industrial lighting situations like factories or warehouses.
They do sound kinda like that, but they don’t resonate through the whole warehouse. You’d only hear them if you happen to be standing near the relay box.
(I wonder if old movie lights made the “whoom” noises? Some weird stuff in movies is just stuff that LA movie makers experienced and assumed was universal. Like phones making a dial-tone on disconnect.)
Might have been old-time carbon arc lights.