Several years ago I saw a silver Pontiac that didn’t look like a particularly great model.
The owner had grafted a Corvette ornament onto the hood.
I think poor grammar is one of the lamest things I run into, and I see it constantly. Noun-verb disagreement (singular vs. plural) is particularly lame.
I saw a 30’s style retro car, I think it’s called an Excellsior, with running boards, etc. that had a Mickey Mouse ornament on it’s radiator cap. In chrome.
Tiny, late model foreign cars with huge spoilers on the ass end. WTF?
I lived in North Minneapolis for 11 years, up until 2002. Toward the end, I would regularly see white high school students from the wealthy suburbs, driving much newer and more expensive cars than I owned, driving through the neighborhood (70%+ Black), listening to the hardest Rap music they could find, cranked up as hard as they could.
Looking around desperately trying to be noticed.
I used to deliberately do the ‘point and laugh’ routine at them.
The best was two kids from Eden Prairie, wearing their letter jackets, with their girlfriends cowering in the back seat. Listening to a song about killing white people. (Um, that would be YOU, dumbass!) I literally fell down in the grass laughing at them when they stopped at the stop sign in front of me. The guys wanted to get out of the car and hit me, but their terrified and embarassed girlfriends wanted to get the hell out of there.
Is this a reference to the thread’s title?
A woman came up to the admissions desk at the science center and asked my coworker to page her daughter:
“Lemley Mullet”.
For me it’s grown-ups who can’t spell as well as the average 8th grader could 25 years ago. There are an incredible number of them.
Yep. Not as lame as a grammar geek trying to be sly, huh?
Every Scion Xb I’ve ever seen in public, being driven by a mid-fifties, terminally unhip aunt-ish woman. Seriously, that car is catnip to the absolute last demographic that Scion wants it to be embraced by, which cracks me up.
They’ve address the problem for '08 by remaking the xB into just another wanna-be SUV.
Funny thing though - the old xB did well among younger buyers. Apparently too well. Sort of like the quirky tv series that pulls good numbers but makes the rest of the lineup look lame, so the network moves it up against American Idol and calmly watches it die.
The other day, I was in traffic behind an electric blue Honda hatchback with an after-market spoiler on it, and what appeared to be a gigantic crack running down the middle of the rear door. It wasn’t until I got right behind them at the stop light and saw the words, “Blue Lightning” written next to it that I realized it was supposed to be a bad-ass looking lightning bolt. Nice try, guy, but it just looks like you backed into a lamp post. The topper was the license plate frame, which read, “Thunder makes the noise, but lightning does the work.” I don’t even know what that means. What work does lightning do, relative to thunder? How long has it been since lightning held down a steady job? Frankly, I think lightning’s a bit of a slacker.
For many years, a beauty shop near me had a sign in the window that said “WE SPECIALIZE IN HAIR LIGHTNING.” This gave me a mental image of Elsa Lanchester in Bride of Frankenstein.
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Scion wants to be embraced by anyone who who knows the value of a dollar, and doesn’t have a lot of them. That includes both young and older people.
Would you buy insurance from this man? 
Hey Sunrazor I did catch the problem myself, in the very first post.
The toy sections at places like Big Lots and Dollar General are known carriers of lame. They’ll carry tie-in type toys to the hot movies, BUT they’re way inferior in quality and carry graphics just similar enough to not get sued for violating Disney copyright and do likewise for the names. A toy cutlass (made of cheapest policy plastic [rather than the organic and hand-crafted fine plastics of official merchandizing]) may read PIRATES OF THE NEW WORLD (and since none of those words can be copyrighted and neither can images of pirates, they’re safe). What’s lamer is when they have CHARLIE CARTER THE BOY WIZARD toys with just-a-shade-off-from-Hogwarts-color-scheme robes, or a WARTMAN’S WIZARD ACADEMY PLAY SET. Always a tad depressing really.
As I am sure many of you have noticed, when you drive a certain make of car you tend to notice that make of car - especially if you like your car. I drive a Jeep Wrangler and love it, so I notice other Wranglers.
One afternoon I am driving up the expressway and notice a Wrangler in my rear-view mirror. However, something is just not right about it. I can’t figure out what it is, because I really can’t get a good look - I’m more concerned about driving mine than looking at the other one!
The other Wrangler gains on me and finally passes as I’m slowing to make the exit.
Some stupid sonabitch had lowered a Jeep Wrangler. So low it probably couldn’t make it over speed bumps.
That poor Wrangler looked so embarassed.
I think this new xB came about because they wanted to be embraced by a bunch of dim-bulb marketing managers (the motto of the profession is: “Fuck With Success.”)
Fortunately, I don’t see this as often as I used to 5 years ago, but how about those little Japanese econo cars with the tiny diameter wheels that stick about 10 inches out past the body. My knees ache just thinking about the strain on the axle bearings.
During my junior year at college, I took a class on earthquakes. The course was interesting, but was geared towards people of both scientific and non-scientific persuasion, and had a fair number of seniors who were pretty clearly using the class to cruise along until graduation - this was a spring course. Consequently, exceptional lameness sometimes occurred:
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two guys who I knew in the class developed a system wherein neither of them would have to attend both weekly lectures (it was a Tuesday-Thursday class): one would go to class on Tuesday, and the other on Thursday, and they would just share notes. However, thee was always the possibility of pop quizzes in the class, so what to do? Simple. The guy who went to class would, if a quiz were announced, excuse himself to go to the bathroom, run to the computer lab down the hall, and IM his buddy to get his ass into class (luckily they both lived only about five minutes away from where the class was held). Wow, guys…going to two early afternoon lectures a week (neither of which is on a Friday) is really putting a strain on your busy social calendar, huh?
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about a month into the class, the professor announces that one of the two midterm exams will be held on the Thursday before Spring Break. This majorly upset numerous people in the class, who were planning on ditching campus on that day if not before, and they loudy protested to have the date changed. Instead of taking the sensible, well-deserved approach of telling them “tough titties, that’s when the test is”, the prof actually relented and changed the date to after Spring Break…on the date that I already had a big test for a class in my major on :mad: