Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:
Did you ever go to the restroom -- and there was no toilet paper?

Yes, this is truly a dreadful situation. Another thing that I also hate which was also quoted in the melvins book, is when you are in a public bathroom and the tip of your penis touches the toilet seat, and you feel like youve contracted aids or some kind of gross disease

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."

This "ivy league drop-in" is really great. It translates well to most other name-dropping or cash-flashing situations as well:

"What are you thinking about getting for lunch?"
"I'll probably just get a chicken sandwich."
"Speaking of chicken sandwiches, my brother's going to be worth sixty million when he cashes out his Google stock options."

Recent one:

Bumper stickers proclaiming:

"Saw it, wanted it, threw a fit, got it!"

"Princess" or "Angel" or "Naughty But Nice" (add t-shirts of the same)

"It's All About Me"

Or any other diva-related stickers.

Cell phones. I dont know why they have to be so loud, not to mention just plain annoying with the cutesy jingles that people have on them and feel they have the right to annoy other people with them. What is the reason for the people who make them to think that they need to be louder than the phone I have in my own house? And those commercials for the stupid videos you can download on your cell phone with the little characters and images. Whenever I see one on I have to immediately change the channel because it feels like they are subliminally messing with my brain

i submit to the:

"you'll know soon enough" also known as the:
"you don't know what it's like"

yes, yes, no one in the history of mankind has
purchased a house, lost a loved one, bought new pants,
or purchased expensive shoes. you're right.
i don't know what it's like. teach me.

mattw has just triggered my hatred. Car stickers that say "baby on board" or "keep your distance - child in the back" etc.

Like i'm going to drive like an ass normally but these stickers will make me stop and think "oh i should begin driving safely now". Excuse me but i have no intention of crashing into anyone at all. Wether there's a "small person" in the car or not. Very irritating.

Sorry, forgot another one:

"My Child is an Honor Student at _____Middle or High School". So?

People who say "Richard Gere is hot". No, he's not. He's a gerbil.

Ok, that's all the hatin' for today.

mattw wrote:Ok, that's all the hatin' for today.

Oh ho HO, au contraire mon frere! Plenty of hatin' to go around! Here, I'll show you:

Gum.

I turn into a laser-eyed cranky evil person when I am, say, on the El and I can hear someone chewing gum.

Now, even if someone is sitting right next to me, I don't want to hear the noises of gum sticking in molars and the slobber needed to move it from one part of the mouth to another. I don't like the front-teeth chewers, the cud-like chewers, the lip-smackers or any variation on popping/cracking gum.

However, when I can hear gum being chewed/cracked/whatever from the other end of the train car (and you know the subway part of the Blue line is not a quiet place), I turn into a ninja and I leap across the car and I dart my super ninja hand into the offending guy's mouth and remove his cinnamon flavored bubble yum brand bubble gum and then I peg him with it. Right on the forehead, man.

Gum, popcorn, Thanksgiving dinner, whatever - chew with your mouth closed! Gah!

bumble wrote:

mattw wrote:Ok, that's all the hatin' for today.

Oh ho HO, au contraire mon frere! Plenty of hatin' to go around! Here, I'll show you:

Gum.

I turn into a laser-eyed cranky evil person when I am, say, on the El and I can hear someone chewing gum......Gum, popcorn, Thanksgiving dinner, whatever - chew with your mouth closed! Gah!

Ha! You and the Mrs. Geiginni should get together to share some hate! The only time she's ever given me evil looks is when she can hear me chewing. Which is difficult because the Geiginni suffers from sinus problems - so I was a mouth breather before I got my Neti pot.


My hate is directed at advertisers that use great pieces of music in their commercials because it is public domain and they don't have to pay anyone.

Last night I was listening to Ravel's string quartet and when it came to the second movement an image of Spike Lee sitting in an oversized chair reading came to picture in my mind. Aaaarrrrrgh!!! Fuck you, Nike! Fuck you, Spike Lee! Stop ruining some of the greatest music ever written with your shillery!

I'm so sick of this! It's worst with classical stuff too, since it's totally abstract music that otherwise has no preconceived imagery.

I don't want to associate Ravel's quartet with Nike!
I dan't want to associate Beethoven's 7th Symphony, 3rd Mvmt with salad dressing!
I don't want to associate a phrase from Stravinsky's Petrushka with Coca Cola.
I'm sick of this shit!

Memo to advertisers; shell out some goddamn cash and hire a hack to compose 30 seconds of shit for you!!!

brian wrote:i submit to the:

"you'll know soon enough" also known as the:
"you don't know what it's like"

yes, yes, no one in the history of mankind has
purchased a house, lost a loved one, bought new pants,
or purchased expensive shoes. you're right.
i don't know what it's like. teach me.

ah yes. brian. just wait until you have a child. until then, you don't know what it's like to get "you'll know soon enoughed."

so many people are experts on child care, and they are so generous w/their opinions

i second the 'loud music for no good reason' gripe. richard meltzer calls the phenomenon of deadening, trivial musical exposure (at any volume level) 'rocksurround.' i like this term.

i agree with pretty much everything everyone has said, in fact

allow me to add the overly friendly sales clerk to the list. now, this is not a waiter, reliant on tips for most of his income. this is not a cab driver, leader of a lonely existence punctuated by brief encounters with other humans. this is not even a salesperson who is paid on commission. this is someone scooping ice cream or making coffee. and this person is too happy.

no...people like this are not truly happy. they are playing happy. they are probably compelled to play happy by a happy-playing store manager. they are repeating everything you say, and making sly comments about your order, and asking you questions about your day. there is an ice cream place on southport that i had to leave last weekend b/c their incessant chirping had put me to the brink of aneurysm.