Whenever we have threads about music, there are always a bunch of people who basically contribute nothing to the thread except some irritation for me by trotting out their incredibly obscure, artsy, indy bands. Yeah, your favourite band sold five units; we get it - you aren’t duped by corporate music for the masses. Contributing to music threads where nobody has the faintest idea who you’re talking about means nothing, though, and after ten years of this, it just gets up my nose. When you post, “My favourite song/lyric/band/album is Whomever and the Big Fat Wankers,” I read, “Blah blah blah. Pretentious Blah.”
Completely useless, meaningless, pointless threads started by pseudo intellectuals for no apparent reason and which accomplish absolutely nothing. My own included, obviously.
This is just as irritating when you’re the one calling the person in the library. Person answers the phone and says in urgent, hushed tones, “I can’t talk. I’m in the library.” Or in a meeting. Whatever. Then* I *feel bad (for not being psychic, I guess). If you can’t talk, don’t answer the phone! That’s what caller ID and voice mail are for!
My other thing is people who don’t include signatures in their e-mails. I get an e-mail from Soandso who asks me something that’s easier to answer over the phone than via e-mail, but there’s no signature in her e-mail. Arrgh!
In the last year, my coworkers and I have started to break this rule due to necessity (in meetings, not in libraries). Our US cell phones don’t receive caller-ID information here, and sometimes the voicemail notification takes days to arrive (seriously, all of a sudden 10 news messages will be announced at some random part of the day). So we’ve accepted that since we all do it, it’s no longer a faux pas.
- I wasn’t being serious, hence the smiley.
- I have double-checked every word in my post, and they are all spelt correctly.
- There is no 3.
Song lyrics can bother me GREATLY for weird reasons.
Two examples…
Monkey Magic, the theme song of a TV adaptation of Journey to the West (called Monkey in the west)…it explains the premise of the series…all is good until they get to the part about Sun Wu Kong/Son Goku/Monkey meeting Xuanzang/Sanzo/Tripitaka…
‘Until he was saved by a kindly priest/and that was the start of the pilgrimage west!’
That line just makes my brain stumble - I KNOW it’s the Journey to the West, but the previous line ended with ‘priest’, so my brain wants it to be East to rhyme.
Don’t end a line with ‘priest’, if the next line is going to end on a cardinal direction, dammit!
Portions For Foxes by Rilo Kiley has one line…not helped by my first encountering it in the DS version of Rock Band 3, and thus having a key word excised, but I think it would bug me even so…
‘The talking leads to touching, and the touching leads to sex…’
My brain, at this point, has a tendency interject the word that it feels fits the format of the line, better - ‘fucking’. I can short circuit that by singing along, oddly enough. But it makes it really freakin’ hard to listen to if I can’t sing along.
Aha, you think I shut the car off. Actually, I still have the key turned to allow electricity to flow and I am in fact listening to the end of a great song.
People who don’t understand that there are differences in the way Americans and Britons spell things. 
People who post obnoxious crap on Facebook like “I just had a great lunch with my awesome husband and tonight I get to hear the beautiful sound of my son’s laughter.” Blech.
This is one of mine, but it’s **not **insignificant, considering the number of people our local boys in blue (DPD, Tx) have killed 
over the years pulling this shit. (I’d Google a bunch of links for you, but I’m having a crappy day and don’t feel like piling more negative emotion on myself.)
They make it easier for the other cars to see you. They do. Trust me on this, I don’t have a cite because I’m too lazy. Personally, I leave my lights on all the time. My car turns them off for me when I turn the engine off and open the door. I get cranky when other people drive my car and turn my lights off.
I believe the new default for Word is Calibri. Just sayin’. It is on mine anyway, and I wish I knew how to change it.
What bothers me most of the variety of grammar/punctuation errors that bother me is apostrophe abuse. It makes me all stabby.
Another one is when I call my credit card company. They make me punch in the whole 16 digit card number before they let me talk to a person, and then you wanna know the first thing that person asks? “Can I have your 16 digit card number please?” ARG! Why did I just type it in, then? Isn’t it up on your screen somehow? Isn’t that information somehow passed along, and if not, WHY THE FUCK NOT?
If they can’t manage to change the font in MS Word, you think they know how to upgrade from Windows 98? 
I get really upset when people speed in playground or school zones. Irrationally so. I get the urge to follow them to their destination and yell at them, but never do. I almost cried in frustration today over some lady going 50+kms in the playground zone (after she slowed for what looked like a police car, saw it wasn’t, then sped up).
Only bad people refer to songs by [title] - [artist], rather than [artist] - [title] as God intended.
Bad bad people.
And truly evil ones label MP3s that way too.
I suspect supergalactic doesn’t realise that non-American English writers favour “ise” rather than “ize”.
For supergalactic’s benefit, “realise”, “favour”, and the placement of the full-stop (period) and comma outside of the quotation marks are also standard non-US English.
In California, I am not a certified teacher. I am a certificated teacher.
Yes, I possess a certificate. I went through a certification process. Arguably, I am certifiable. What I am not, is walking around with a certificate stapled to my chest to prove that I am a teacher.
Because whoever wrote the statute that governs teacher credentialing was a nose picking, butt scratching moron who couldn’t change a noun to an adjective without stopping in nonsense verb land first.
GAH!
They’re waiting for sealer to dry, a car is leaking oil and it must not besmirch the flawless driveway, or they have three or more cars in the family and are waiting for the third car to go into the garage?
I sit in the car for a few minutes after turning it off, either to rest a minute and think what my next step is, or I’m listening to the radio. The thing that annoys me is when I do, someone sticks their head out the door apparently to see if I’ve expired, sees I’m still alive, and goes back in without offering to help carry in the groceries. :mad:
The fact that I had some stupid insignificant thing to contribute, but by the time I finished reading the thread I forgot the stupid thing. Now I’m going to wake up at 3 AM and remember and I’ll be extra-annoyed!
My husband gets home, pulls into the garage, turns off the car, then sits out there on the phone for up to 30 minutes.
Ah, the ol’ car-as-conference-room routine.
Argh, mine does that too, but we park on the street in front of the house. Meanwhile, the dogs are going NUTS inside because they see him out there and really, really, really want him to hurry up and come inside.