Originally Posted by Khadaji:
My front yard is all trees and one of my neighbors throws her dog poop into the trees each evening. I doubt she knows I know. I guess I don’t really mind, there is no way I’m going to step in it and no doubt there are all kinds of critters pooping out there.
It still seems kind of ballsy.
Please, please, please do it! Do it! Do it! She deserves it, totally! PLEASE!
Then post all about it. Better: video and post all about it.
Please do this. It’s too good not to.
I am a sneeze-shouter. I assure you it’s completely involuntarily and I can’t suppress it; it’s just the way I sneeze. Please don’t kill me!
Fine, but I am coming over to fling poop into your trees.
In a different thread recently I reported that one of my neighbors (a different one) is dumping her grass clippings there as well. At first I was a little territorial, but again, it isn’t *really *hurting anything so I ignored it. (But is seems kinda ballsy.) The front yard is on a very steep hill with trees covering it. It is filled with dead leaves and branches and stuff and a little more biodegradable debris won’t really hurt me any.
Squidward!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. The proof is NOT in the pudding. The proof of the pudding is in the eating.
I really friggin’ hate when that saying gets mauled like that.
When my wife puts the milk jug back in the fridge, somehow she manages to get the handle turned around to the back, so when I go to get the milk out, I have to reach all the way around to get to the handle rather than just being able to grab it from the front.
How minor is that? Drives me crazy, though.
My suggestion would be to start picking up the dog poop (a couple of days’ worth) in a plastic bag. Try to catch her one day, and say, “Oh excuse me! You left this here the other day!” and hand her the bag. Be nice and sweet about it.
That’s a good one! Even funnier, put it in a gift bag or something…
The thought in my head was that **Khadaji **wouldn’t be seen. It would be a matter of the second she whips her dog poop into the trees, it’s like the trees are throwing it right back. 
TV complaints.
-It’s not okay to constantly pause and rewind just because we have DVR now, your clever commentary aside I’d really enjoy watching a show uninterrupted.
-WHY are fast forward and rewind so bloody difficult? If you have trouble making the program play again is it really wise to crank the FF up to 4? Must you use the 8 second rewind so slowly that we watch 4 seconds of TV before you push it a second time thereby effectively making it a 4 second button, which, hey, might not be the best way to rewind 2 MINUTES of TV.
You’re making me envision a series of pre-poop-loaded, radio-controlled mini-catapults. With a hidden camera.
I would never have the expertise or energy to do more than envision such a thing. But that would be cool.
I think you should collect some of it and start putting it in her yard or maybe on her driveway. There is no excuse for her putting that on your property. What a scuzball.
I was incredibly, terribly annoyed when some jerk swiped my McGill pencil case in grad school. I don’t really suspect any of my classmates-but after the school canned security for cost savings we’d have people walk in off the street to use our bathrooms and such. Normally I wouldn’t care as it wasn’t worth much but I bought it when I got to McGill in 1997 and I’d carried it with me as far as 2004. Also since my sister graduated we haven’t had much of a reason to go back to Montreal. I guess I could get a replacement online now but it wouldn’t be the one from 1997. Gah!
For my sins, I am burdened with attending meetings. At one meeting, one of the attendees (the most junior, but very ambitious) has the intensely irritating habit of finishing every sentence of everything he says with a rising inflection and the words “Right?” or “OK?”. “We have to do it this way, right? Because if we don’t, the consequences will be X, OK? I think we should put out a policy directive on the subject, right? Here’s one I drafted, OK?”
Drives me ‘ckin’ NUTS. I want to eat my own teeth. Now I know that the reality of what is happening is that this is just an insecure habit, like saying “um” and “ah”. But it comes across as if he is saying “Am I going slowly enough for you? Can you follow my lightning-fast thought processes or should I dumb it down further? Oh, and please feel free to nod along to acknowledge how great I am.” But because it is just an annoying neurotic habit, I can’t call him on it without looking like the bad guy. So I have to lump it while ulcers fester and grow and I become increasingly stabby.
And yet it is so VERY petty. He’s not actually a bad guy.
I open up Gmail,
I type my user name, I look up ( because I am not a touch typist) and…
half the goddamn stupid user name has jumped into the password box!
Why does gmail torture me like that??
Is this a work conversation? I’d be really annoyed *at you *if I asked you to do something and you put utterly no thought into it. I actually read the whole exchange thinking the me/you was switched until I realized you thought the questioner was the one being annoying.
If I had time to write a script of questions to run through, I could just do it myself. All those follow up questions seem entirely reasonable for someone to have thought of on their own. It’s like you’re setting a standard for yourself as low as a ventriloquist dummy.
Here is what is annoying me.
A couple of weeks a Doper posted that he was coming to my town and needed hotel advice. I went in the thread and posted some advice, and then later, even found a list of hotels and their phone numbers somewhere. I posted it, with a qualifier that th numbers might not be up to date, but that was a good list of them, and…nothing. Not even a fucking thank you.
That just makes me not want to help people in the future. I really, really want to post the person’s name and the link to the thread but I don’t see what it will accomplish - it is a bit pointless for him to be thanking out of shame. :rolleyes: And I don’t keep mental lists of people, so I’d probably help him again because I won’t remember…but jeez. So fucking rude.
Yes, this is totally f*cking rude and I have definitely been on the receiving end of this behavior and it always annoys me (not Dope specific). I’m starting to fake not knowing.
When we are standing in line for lunch, you are behind me and I keep backing away from you, this is not an invitation for you to move CLOSER. And then begin whistling. When your stupid whistling is blowing my hair, you are too damn close. Back the heck off.
Last night, while I was up pulling an all-nighter (or well… I did end up getting an hour of sleep in, so a most-of-the-nighter) for finals, there was a storm going on outside. It made the power go out for a moment.
My first thought was, “Thank God I’m on a laptop and it has a battery”
But then I realized that it meant I would have to deal with re-setting my alarm clock. Time, alarms, everything. And my brain went “AUGGGHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO WHY DO THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEE?”
My alarm clock is kind of busted and is cheap and old and a giant pain in the ass to set.
And that’s my story of disproportionate annoyance over something very minor.
God help me, this old post made me laugh and laugh and laugh today.