Having been an apartment dweller for my entire adult life (I became a full-fledged grown up at the age of 32 – about six months ago) I have to make like Grumpy Guy and lodge a formal complaint.
Why do people own animals? Or at least, loud animals? There’s a dog in close proximity to my apartment and it’s loud, keeps me up, wakes me up and is altogether a pest (never seen it). Why are people so lonely that they need the companionship of a needy, shedding, slobbering, pooping, peeing and overly loud pe(s)t? Especially if they already have a kid. Go buy a fish.
Here’s my second rant. When Software Update on my Mac installs a new version of Quicktime, which is just a silly media player for some reason it insists on having me reboot my computer. Why? I have a Windows PC and I don’t think it insists on me rebooting when I update that. But, nooo, on a stupid Unix box it does though? That seems backwards to me. And stupid. Grrrrr.
Another thing I don’t like is ‘Trail Mix’. Not trail mix itself, because I find delicious and nutritious blends of nuts, raisins and seets irresistable.
No, because the name ‘trail mix’ conjures of a mental image of a suburban nuclear family in biker shorts going for a hike with A-Type determination. I can picture dad, who works as a middle manager in some boring ol’ company coming home on a Thursday evening and suggesting that the family go for a hike because of ‘the fall colours’. And then everyone else agrees (maybe reluctantly) because family outings are fun.
Then someone (mom or dad) makes the suggestion that they get some ‘trail mix’ because it’s a smart choice to eat on a hike. You know what I hate about the name ‘trail mix’? It’s just an awful name. They should call it like ‘PowerNuts’n Fruit’ or ‘UltraMix’ or something. But the name ‘Trail Mix’ is smarmy and off-putting.
Why do people blame actors for terrible acting? Usually, it’s the writer who has poorly written a scene.
It’s hard to be cool when you’re delivering some of the worst dialog ever. It’s like Star Wars fans who blame Anakin or Jar Jar for wrecking what otherwise could have been okay movies. That’s insane. Because first of all, those movies had no redeeming qualities at all anyway, and those characters were awful because the written poorly.
It’s true, some actors have delivered terrible lines and made them almost non-cringeworthy, but those are only situations where the dialog isn’t important.
A good example is Yakuza (the first game), lots of people blame the voice acting, but it was actually pretty good acting, but they were just saying really ridiculous dialog. It worked for me because the game was ridiculous anyway. The fact there were Japanese street punks and yakuza that were talking like they were straight out of the Staten Island in the mid-80s just made it more awesome.
In short, don’t blame the actors as much as the writers (in most cases).
Why are there no sites dedicated to minivan airbrush art?
I grew up in Mississauga, which had a rich tradition of painting your parents’ minivan with tasteless airbrushed art. I think now though Mississauga has lost that tradition and now it’s become your standard suburb. It used to be that I could tell a Mississaugian by his 70’s style Pittsburgh Pirates hat and airbrushed minivan. No more.
bad public transit + lower housing costs = necessity of car ownership + discretionary income spent on minivan airbrush art
It was always the metalhead kids who had them too, like a complete lack of taste in music meant you just had to have some cheesey art of a wolf, or a sorcerer and dragon or something.
Most people – when they have blogs and do questionnaires – answer silly questions like when’s the last time they cried, or if they’ve ever truly had their heart broken or the last time they petted a bunny.
Not me.
I’m going to do a love needs questionnaire for y’all (I found it here):
1. I share deeply personal information about myself with The Internet.
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2. I find myself thinking about cheese during the day.
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3. Because of my commitment to Strength and Conditioning, I would not let Cheetos come between us. 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
4. I receive considerable emotional support from The Voices in my Head.
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5. My relationship with Mandy Moore is very romantic.
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6. I expect my love for Baked Beans, Cabbage and Soda to last for the rest of my life.
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7. I communicate well with The Aid of Hand Signals.
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8. I cannot imagine another person making me as happy as Cap’n Crunch does.
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9. I will always feel a strong responsibility for Spoiling the Ending of Movies for My Friends.
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Q: I’m 23, an IT professional, with my own place/life/career … all the things that never worked out before. However, though I’m friendly, sociable and never had trouble dating, I now feel “pointed at by lesser men,” as though my peers perceive me having little value/importance, because I don’t have much interaction with others in my age group.
You self-centered, immature, whiny, pathetic self! Sorry! You’re a loser, buddy.
You know how you’re a loser? Because you’re writing into an advice column because you can’t get a date or meet friends! You think that jerks have more lasting friendships than ‘nice guys’? You’re probably not even a nice guy! You’re probably completely insufferable to hang out with, and even to look at! Do you not bathe? Do you talk to yourself? Do you stare at people? If no to those three questions, then it must be because people are picking up on your creepiness, and it’s got nothing to do more socially aggressive people taking all the good friends away.
1) When your man needs clothes, take him shopping, pick the most attractive clothes out according to his sizes and then buy them.
2) When you need clothes, don’t ask your husband to go with you, he might feel obligated to go and that could create a strain on your relationship. Ask a girlfriend instead.
A couple of incidents today reminded me of being in the passenger seat (natch, I’m still car-less) of a car, listening to the driver curse a blue streak over an inability to navigate to our destination.
Time was a constraint, and this person has a baseline of stress that’s become inherent but there’s something about people who swear like a sailor for effect that really gets to me.
The second example was really dumb. I saw a minivan up on the side of my street, and heard the driver trying to get the engine to start a few times. He then got out of his minivan and proceeded to kick it. He kicked an inanimate object. I guess it made him feel better, but he kept kicking. Then he walked away from it, swore, and then kicked it again. At 12:30am. He had people looking out of their windows at him.
Now, I don’t know this guy, but I can tell you one thing, he’s a total drama queen. He just wanted to behave like a moron or something because he wanted the attention or – well, there probably isn’t another reason.
Now, if you hit your thumb with a hammer and let out a cuss word, I probably won’t say anything. A burst of sudden pain and involuntary reaction are understandable. But, if your conscious while something is happening, and it doesn’t go your way then why is it that frustrated people have to act out their frustrations like this? Neither of these situations was just someone venting. Nope, this was like they decided to break down a wall to extend it. It’s like watching grown adults do their best impressions of a kid having a temper tantrum.
What bothers me is people who find themselves in the midst of a situation, have complete control over the resolution of that situation, and rather than try and plan out of it, instead theatricize (I made up a word) the whole thing, as if they think that’s what their supposed to be doing now.
It’s like their anger is giving them an excuse to act irrationally, all the while accepting that their anger is self-generated.
