Posts Tagged ‘annoying’

Tron Does Not Fight for Facebook Users

I tried logging in to Facebook just now. I was unable to get in. A while back I canceled my real life Facebook account because I got sick of being annoyed by their constant bad calls on privacy. I didn’t miss the noise: Jimmy likes In-N-Out! Zippy likes that Jimmy likes In-N-Out! Duh, people. Everybody […]

Irrational

I have two utterly irrational pet peeves. I don’t know why. Being poked, and listening to people whistle. I can’t stand being poked. It makes me want to do violence to people. And I have no idea why. Maybe it’s passive-aggressively timid and invasive at the same time? I don’t know. All I know is […]

Assumptions

Thank you, Buzzkill Fairy. Thank you for waving your magical wand. I may need to buy a new car. Now’s an okay time to be shopping for one, but needless to say today has been a fun mix of stress, irritation and worry. It’s not the price tag so much as the logistics that stress […]

WTFrampton.

I don’t understand. I really don’t. It’s beyond my comprehension. Why do people keep playing Peter Frampton? Why? This morning on the way in to work they were playing tracks off of Frampton Comes Alive! and I just can’t take it any more. I don’t care that he has the fourth best selling live album […]

Pachelbel Must Die

Look, I know it ain’t his fault, but I’d like to kick Johann Pachelbel in the kneecap for writing Canon in D, hands down the most overplayed song in history.

Things I Don't Like

. . . and their irritation ranking on a scale of 1 to 10 whining – 5 puppy dog eyes – 1 public restrooms – 6 mass produced “food” – 8 gossiping – 9 people who don’t mind their own business – 9 store bought pie crust – 4 E.T. – 10 being poked – […]

Bratz Strike Back

So what happens when your skanky babies are all growed up? They become skanky Sharon Stone wannabes! That’s right, kids! Now you can get your very own Fashion Show Bratz! But the show ain’t the fashion, it’s the view! Yes, that is her little plastic hoo-ha. Why is it that every time I go to […]