Hey!
Pogo did that.
You watch it.
People who drive luxury cars, I can handle.
People who drive SUV’s, I can handle.
People who drive luxury SUV’s are mouth-breathing idiots with no class.
Men who hyphenate their last names upon marriage. Stupid little thing. Shouldn’t bother me at all. But I think less of them.
Eh?
People say pasta the same way in Somerset, Birmingham and Newcastle. It’s not like bath or something.
The two pronunciations are like
pahsta (first ‘a’ rhymes with posh ‘bath’) ← posh people at Oxford
and
passta (first ‘a’ rhymes with lower-class ‘bath’) ← plebs at Oxford
pdts
I worked in a building a long time ago (can’t even remember when) where they told us to always use the automatic opener, because just opening the door manually put more wear and tear on the automatic door mechanism. Might have been bullshit, but I got in the habit of doing it that way and I still do most of the time.
I’ve spent a lot of time in hospitals where these doors are everywhere. All the docs and nurses use the button *all *the time. I asked why and was told several different versions - but it came down to: they were instructed to do so.
How about people that don’t actually read what you posted?
I never said 60,000 light years, I said 60,000 years (using a conventional spacecraft). Unless you’re one of those people that think aliens gave our gov’t lightspeed travel, but they’re covering it up.
I recently abandoned my original email account and set up a new one because I just couldn’t take one more “Pass on the sunshine & rainbows!” type of glurge that a certain group of friends were sending me. I tried dropping hints that I’m not interested in that type of thing but they still flooded my inbox daily so I gave up, set up a new account and haven’t told any of them that I never check that email anymore. That was several months ago.
I shudder to think of all the bad luck I have brought upon myself by not passing on all the guardian angels and dancing bunnies that are sitting in that old email account.
What’s the math on that? Are they accelerating to Apollo velocities and coming from ALpha Centauri?
Thanks.
YES! I usually say, “Tell the ceiling I said, ‘Hello’”.
Pepole who pronounce “Illinois” as if it begins with an E instead of an I. I think less of these people, and secretly wish to poke their eyes, 2 finger Moe Howard style.
Popped collars and multiple layers, especially on a really hot day.
So I’m prolly on notice, huh?
Pro’lly.
I know I’m coming in late, and this will probably not even be read, but I can’t let it go by. Jeez, I will never understand how anyone can think any less (or more, for that matter) of someone else simply because their taste in food happens to be different from yours.
I like chocolate ice cream, you like strawberry. Omigod, you ignorant fool, you just lost all respect in my eyes.
Sounds silly. Why is the way I like my steak any different? I like it well done, so what? All that means is that my taste buds are different from yours, why on anyone’s Earth is that reason to think less of me?
Would you think less of someone because their eye color is different from yours? So why are taste buds any different? You don’t expect me to have control over my eye color, why do you think I have control over my taste buds?
I think a lot less of you because you apparently don’t know the simple truth that different people have different tastes.
Because in many people’s experience with “well done” steak eaters, flavor/taste buds appear to have nothing to do with it?
Perhaps you are one of those unusual people who has tried steak cooked every way from rare to well done, and you have empirically reached the decision that you prefer the flavor of well done steak to the flavor of rare steak. That’s fine.
Most of us, though, have dined with well done steak eating adults whose reaction to the mere sight of red meat, or even just red juice on their plate is “Eeeeeew! Gag! Gross! I think I’m going to throw up!” In other words, they’re so squicked by the mere idea of rare beef that it’s pretty clear they likely haven’t gotten around to actually tasting rare beef. In other words, some people’s response to rare beef is rather childish.
I used to like my steak well done, mainly because that’s the way my mom cooked beef and I didn’t know any better. Eventually, somebody persuaded me to try some medium rare steak and I discovered, “Wow, that does taste better.”
Because it’s not about different tastes - eating a GOOD steak well done (to me) is akin to adding coke to a 20 year old scotch, or ketchup to a nice fresh steamed rainbow trout. Or maybe chilli sauce to a dish prepared by a star rated michelin chef. It is just a waste - by all means, if you want to eat your steak well done, please go ahead - just don’t waste money on a good steak to do it - buy a hunk of cheap rump or whatever and leave the good angus fillet to me
Yes. I don’t mean to pile on, but overcooking a prime steak lowers it’s quality, to equal that of cheap beef. So by all means, you should go ahead and buy cheap beef and not waste your money. And eat it at home. 
I like my steak rare, but I have no problem with those who cook a nice cut well done.