my favorite pet peeve of late:

"the ivy league drop-in"
some people have the ability to drop-in the name of their alma mater
when you pass them the ketchup.
"what are you thinking about getting for lunch?"
"i'll probably just get a chicken sandwich."
"you should've tried the chicken sandwiches at harvard."
"are you frightened of my big head or something?"
"no, why?"
"no reason. i hope they have root beer here."

Linus Van Pelt wrote:

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:

Linus Van Pelt wrote:[I]t's trying to say, "Want some, don't you?"

Actually, it's trying to say, "Want some; don't you?"

I can't figure out if you're right or not and it's hurting my brain.
Explain it to me!!
Won't you...

you are both right. brad was wrong, however, to 'actually' you. you should only 'actually' someone if you have him dead to rights, brad.

linus' version is '[you] want some, don't you?' the punctuation is correct. it's a variation of 'don't you want some?' 'do you want some?' would be the weakest version. 'don't you want some?' would be an attempt to be more persuasive. 'want some, don't you?' is the taunting, nyah-nyah thing that advertisers like to do.

brad's version is '[i] want some; don't you?' i think. '[you] want some; don't you?' is a pedantic use of the semicolon, i believe.

the dropped 'you' is a slangy bit of spicy language fitting for a billboard

brian wrote:my favorite pet peeve of late:

"the ivy league drop-in"
some people have the ability to drop-in the name of their alma mater
when you pass them the ketchup.
"what are you thinking about getting for lunch?"
"i'll probably just get a chicken sandwich."
"you should've tried the chicken sandwiches at harvard."
"are you frightened of my big head or something?"
"no, why?"
"no reason. i hope they have root beer here."

An easy squelch on that one:
"You mean Harvard, Illinois? Yeah, I'm from Freeport."
Freeport can be substituted with Rockton, Roscoe, Carpentersville... etc.

- elitists in fields that require no exceptional skills or mindful dedication to excel in.

- drummers that deny a song any chance of rocking by playing dispassionately and mechanically in time.

- drivers that know their vehicle's dimensions so well they are comfortable passing a cyclist with less than 2 feet of space. This is sure invitation for a my u-lock through your windshield. Note: as a professional courtesy, taxi cabs and city buses are exempt from this peeve... especially if a friendly (beep, beep) signals their intention.

- thinking more than 10 minutes about things that bother me.

tmidgett wrote:brad's version is '[i] want some; don't you?' i think.

Correct.

tmidgett wrote:brad's version is '[i] want some; don't you?' i think.

Correct.

tmidgett wrote:brad was wrong, however, to 'actually' you. you should only 'actually' someone if you have him dead to rights, brad.

Valid, although the tortured "nyah nyah" grammar exercise that you went through to make this point makes me want to 'actually' the entire advertising industry.

Okay! Back to pet peeves!

Did you ever go to the restroom -- and there was no toilet paper?

i hate pedestrians that cross wherever the fuck they please rather than at crosswalks. Can you tell I work in a college town? I will run over a frat guy one day. This will happen.

mtar

- people who are a little too eager to prove they're comfortable with nudity.

Mush mouths in general annoy the christ out of me. If I have to ask you to speak up a second time, I'm probably just giving up on the conversation.

People that use the nextel walkie talkie feature in public places other than loud construction areas. Having used nextel for a few years, I know that there is a big fucking button with a speaker icon on the top of all their phones that switches the walkie-talkie speaker over to the regular earpiece, so you can have a more private conversation about whose turn it is to pick up the hot pockets at the store.

Fat women at work that lament the fact that their horse shit low carb diet doesn't allow them to eat what I am eating in the lunch room. Usually this is followed by a discussion on what their kids like to eat. I shouldn't be subjected to this inane crap just because my body manages to poop more than theirs do. Let me eat my big ass slice of pizza in peace.

Olde Towne.

Old Town Philadelphia was always plain ol' Old Town. Ben Franklin strolled in Old Town. As a kid, I could never resist the shortcut, bumpy, brick-paved streets of Old Town when I was on my bike; my teeth remember the chattering and my butt is still sore.

One day, new signs went up for Old-eee Town-eee. Luckily, Philadelphians went batshit and had things changed back.

Ye Olde (Anythinge) Shoppe: this practice is too far gone to turn back the tide (e.g., "Shoppe" is in the EA spellchecker).