Current top 5 (in no order)

Using ash as a verb. "I ashed in my drink!"
Rachel Fucking Rea's ugly fucking face and voice.
Girl Talk
Everyone loves Raymond and/or According to Jim or any family sitcom
Pizza with too much shit on it. (it reminds me of eating out of a garbage disposal.)

Another pet peeve: Incorrect spellings, especially on names.

It's Rachael Ray.

Andy wrote:Another pet peeve: Incorrect spellings, especially on names.

It's Rachael Ray.

Fuck her name

Dirty plates on the floor. There are lots of things I do that most people might find disgusting (overflowing ashtrays, unwiped spills, etc) but nothing repulses me like a dirty plate just left out in the living room or bedroom. Especally on the floor.

Also, cigarettes put out on a plate.

Rotten Tanx wrote:Dirty plates on the floor. There are lots of things I do that most people might find disgusting (overflowing ashtrays, unwiped spills, etc) but nothing repulses me like a dirty plate just left out in the living room or bedroom. Especally on the floor.

Also, cigarettes put out on a plate.

Yeah, that's the worst. Really low rent.

If your riding my ass in traffic and I change lanes to get out of your way, then you better get around me in a hurry. I hate it when someone is glued to my bumper and then only want to go .2 mph faster then me when I move over.

work pet peeve:

outside callers, always strangers, who can't muster up enough energy to say "bye" to finish a call they've initiated. Instead, they slam down their handsets or press "talk" on their cordless phones with no warning whatsoever, and I end up with a loud shot of white noise in my ear.

I'm not hassling them... they called me! There is no reason on this planet to explain why a human being with the ability to dial a phone can't be bothered to utter a lone syllable to end their own phone call. Or maybe they're afraid if they don't slam that hanset down fast enough that I might come through the phone?

I'd like it if people who habitually do this would one day have to get up and answer their front door, only to have a stranger shove a lit black cat in their dominant ear.

twobeatsoff wrote:Any kind of combination word: ridonculous, for example.

Ah yes, the dreaded PORTMANTEAU. It's rather fitting that the portmanteau is most commonly used to describe things that suck, i.e. "smog," "stagflation," "gasohol," etc.

Alliterations are annoying, too. A string of words starting with the same consonant sound wasn't clever when I was 6 and isn't clever now.

Other pet peeves:

Drama queens. What the fuck is so bad about holding a civil discussion without throwing a temper tantrum? Everyone is told something they don't want to hear from time to time. Cry me a fucking river.

Demagoguery. Shaping public opinion for stupid people daily.

Stupid people. (Bonus for stupid people with strong yet irrationally formed opinions.)

People who eat over the phone.

People who chew gum with their mouth open in any social situation.

People who "verb."

People who, in stopped expressway traffic, speed past on the median like they're special.

People who come to a dead stop at the end of the expressway on-ramp.

That certain type of jackass who drives a 5-10 year old beat up Mitsubishi Galant and seems to stare at the sky while driving like a douchebag. Usually rocks a "lid" and a soul patch. Every town has at least 20 exact clones of this type of jackass on the Interstate system during peak hours. Fat baby mama riding shotgun optional.

People who send those idiotic chain emails to the entire universe without having the decency to check Snopes first.

Phishers.

Health insurance companies who deny your doctor's office bill for no other reason than they keyed in your birthdate incorrectly. (All the while the doctor's office is threatening to send your bill to a collection agency.)

I may have mentioned it before, I would like to reiterate: I get really annoyed when people give me their number, ask me to call them, then never return my calls. A lot of my pet peeves, including the aforementioned phone discourtesy, can be summed up in the following Harlan Ellison rant:

"I don't understand what this lemming-like dementia is about constantly having new stuff. When was the last time you read the totality of Steinbeck or Faulkner or Katherine Anne Porter or Shirley Jackson? Everybody always wants something new, new, new—and that's what's killing life for writers. This dementia for "new" is ridiculous. It turns everybody into a back number. I don't mean to get cranky about it, but it's something that weighs very heavily, not only on my mind but on the mind of everybody who works in this kind of medium. We're dealing with a more and more illiterate and amnesiac constituency. It's impossible to get a readership that will follow you, because all they know is what they knew yesterday. And they've been so bastardized as an audience that there are actually average citizens out there who think William Shatner writes those idiot novels with his byline on them. It's like going to take a look at the Top 40 list; there's no point in remembering the names of the people on there, because they weren't here last week and they ain't gonna be here next week...

...We've got technological wonders around us and we've used them to abrogate all responsibility for everything in our lives. You call someone on the phone; you don't get anybody. There's voice mail: That way, no one ever has to return a phone call. If they don't like you, or if they're so filled with arrogance and hubris that they think they don't need to respond, they just don't return your calls. That sort of thing produces a level of frustration that in turn produces people who run around with guns and shoot the shit out of everybody because they're just fucking pissed off."

People who ride their bikes the wrong way down busy one way streets, in particular Rue St Laurent at night. They are often hipster twats with no helmet and no reflectors on their "cool" bicycles.