Yippee-IA, Motherf***ers! IRRATIONALLY ANGRY PT. 2: Irrationally Angrier

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The first time I ever heard this was Devo and Jocko Homo.

A year or so later I was at a holiday camp, and the evening entertainment was provided by a permanent pop/soft rock band doing the Yellow River type of song you know right? They started every song by clicking drumsticks and I so wanted them to launch into the Devo song. Every. Damn. Time.

tastes exactly the same to me

― ty based gay dead computer god (zachlyon), Wednesday, June 5, 2013 9:05 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

they're kinda tacky but they taste ok

― veryupsetmom (harbl), Wednesday, June 5, 2013 9:08 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

If you're approaching this from a standpoint of "taste" then you just don't understand why I'm so irrationally PISSED.

Not sure what the problem is, the green ones have spinach in and the red ones have tomato in, why is this so bad?

I am beside a phoneshouter on the tram and the urge to assault is rising

Shh! It was hard enough getting the kids to eat the green ones, they'd always eat the orange and yellow ones...

xpost obv.

It's the colors! They should all be beige. Thats just how it should be. Its nice that they have chlorophyll in them or whatever, but they should be chemically recolored beige.

Side note: I gave a relative who only ate white foods until they were 7 years old.

Have

Erik Satie??

Drumstick clicks should be replaced by muted electric guitar strums tbf

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeawh3IZEgQ

That 51% stat on the gawker butt wipe thing made me think about polling ilx for the wet/dry wipe ratio but then I thought

- I do not care how anyone else wipes his or her butt
- I do not want to be the butt wipe poll guy

It's probably already been done on ILTMI but I do not go to that place.

omg, I missed the butt wipe thing. Jesus, enjoy a clean anus for christ's sake.

slam dunk to thread

oh my gooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

I finally got through to the doctor's billing office only to find out that they don't handle billing for that office anymore and I would have to call the actual office. "Why is your number on the bill?" "I don't know. We don't handle their billing." SIGH. FINE.

So I call the doc's office with a heavy heart because the office staff there is really uniformly terrible and first they put me on hold for eight minutes (thank you, timer on my phone!) and then cannot get my name right. Some of you know my last name and it's not the most common name in North America but it's British as hell and so generally recognizable by English speakers and spelled phonetically and only two syllables but still I had to spell it for them SIX times.

And THEN they put me on hold again and came back and said that their billing system wasn't working and I had to call back on Monday. Then I blacked out.

What about a high-hat like at the beginning of Back in Black.

― pplains, Wednesday, June 5, 2013 3:05 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

yeah but the hi-hat is a musical instrument that is designed to sound good on a record. Sticks are designed for playing things like the hi-hat and the drums, not each other. It's such an awful sound. Maybe about one time in one hundred it works on an aggro song, but even there it's such a cliched signifier of aggro-ness that it grates on a whole other level.

Sticks are designed for playing things like the hi-hat and the drums, not each other.

this is pretty silly

seems like you're trying to come up with rational explanations for your irrational anger

n/a otm

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seems like you're trying to come up with rational explanations for your irrational anger

yeah this thread really needs to get back to its roots, maybe do some small club shows

dude in my office keeps saying "...and things of that nature" in every sentence & i am going to beat him with my shoe

maybe if instead of "nature" he changed it up with an "ilk" or a "type" every so often, you'd find it in your heart to substitute a slipper for your shoe.

Side note: I have a relative who only ate white foods until they were 7 years old.

I just read in the new David Sedaris book where he says if he tried this his parents would have been all "Fine", and then fed him wallpaper paste and semen.

lol, i might actually read that and i didn't even think i liked him.
i had a coworker who was 40 and only ate beige foods and cheesesteaks. she was thin and had amazing skin. i try not to criticize people's foods but it was pathological. like she would pick parsley off of things.

I know someone who says "...and so on and so forth" in every fifth sentence, frequently with up-talk, and I have had violent thoughts.

my boss loves "as far as that's concerned" and it is extremely annoying. it doesn't even mean anything!

I know two people with the exact same tic of saying "and all that kind of thing" in every sentence. They don't really know each other and are different in pretty much every other way, it's weird

I get that people have verbal tics, I have verbal tics, everyone does. Usually they aren't 6 words long, though.

right, also this guy is a trial lawyer who manages to avoid saying "as far as that goes" when it really matters

I'm not bothered by it at all unless they are relating an anecdote, then it becomes difficult to listen to

I have this uncle who is ALWAYS bugging me to play music with him and his buddies. I've done it several times and it has never been the slightest bit enjoyable, and now the thing is (1) I have a demanding job (2) I have a baby and (3) I don't even play drums anymore, like I haven't touched a kit in over a year, so I'm really out of shape, which would make it even less fun than it already is to slog through mott the hoople covers and "originals" with him and his stinky friends. But no matter how many times I tell him I can't do it, he doesn't take the hint and just keeps bugging me. I was like "I DO NOT PLAY DRUMS ANYMORE" and he's like "But come on, you can't really lose it" and I'm like "YES YOU CAN. I HAVE NO CHOPS. I HAVEN'T PLAYED IN OVER A YEAR." And he insists that I "promised" him we'd play, which never fucking happened. BTW he hasn't had a job in several years for no apparent reason.

So that is an objectively pretty innocuous thing that makes me deeply fucking irrationally angry

He's not listening. You're going to have to yell at him.

The sports show I used to produce, the co-hosts used to say "...if you will," at the end of every other sentence when they were stalling until the next commercial.

mediocre rice

Loud music in clothing stores

spikey spherical shells from liquid amber trees littering the ground

jack in the box commercials

hotel rooms without ipod docking stations

brimstead otfm. getting one of those assholes stuck in yr flip flop or sliding on one on the sidewalk = rage

1) staking out a spot near the stage because i'm short and can't see anything when tall dudes are in front of me -- and then finding that my perfect spot has become ground zero for a fucking MOSHPIT, ughhh, and a bunch of drunk bros are kicking my shin, jabbing me in the boob with their elbow, stepping on my foot, spilling the melted ice from their drink on me. this isn't even a "mosh" kind of band, they're jaded new yorkers who play vu/modern lovers/pavement type stuff.

2) someone e-mails me back about a job i applied for. she says "can you come in tomorrow at 10 a.m. for an interview with our general manager?" i get up early, put on a suit, go to kinko's to print out another copy of my resume, and my bf is nice enough to drive me out to the job site in woodland hills, on the other side of the san fernando valley. i get to the interview and meet with the guy, who says "oh, i'm not actually doing the hiring, but i'll fax over your resume to the person who is -- he's down in orange county today." the meeting lasted about five minutes. uh.

I was like "I DO NOT PLAY DRUMS ANYMORE" and he's like "But come on, you can't really lose it" and I'm like "YES YOU CAN. I HAVE NO CHOPS. I HAVEN'T PLAYED IN OVER A YEAR."

tbf, you really can't lose it. It might take a song or two, but that shit'll come right back.

BTW he hasn't had a job in several years for no apparent reason

The apparent reason might be that he's determined to play in a Mott the Hoople cover band

office assistant: 'ok just let me know yr availability so i can schedge a time'

self: 'blah blah any day after next tuesday, any time in the late afternoon'

o.a.: 'so how about thursday at 11 am?'

self: 'no ahem ^^^^^^'

o.a. falls silent for several days

It's worse getting one of those flipflops stuck in yr aashol etc ....

re "and things of that nature", an old friend of mine who I haven't seen for several years would often say "and whatnot-whatnot" (he was French, I don't know if this translates to an obvious French idiom?), which I found quite annoying at the time and have now come to miss very much

he also had another quirky pet phrase which I forget now, but I put that down to his Frenchness and then met an English person who said it, so maybe "whatnot-whatnot" is a thing too

staking out a spot near the stage because i'm short and can't see anything when tall dudes are in front of me

do you find that you do this and then 30 seconds into the first song some 7-foot dude stands right in front of you even if there is nobody else in the front half of the venue and he could totally stand p. much anywhere else and not block anyone's view

if this doesn't happen, then a photographer appears right in front of me, and I'm like, ok, it's a photographer, they need a good view of the stage so I can't complain. but they take 3 photos and then spend the rest of the show talking to someone right in front of me in their special photographer good-view spot

I should stop talking to myself but I guess the thing with being short in a crowd is that from a distance you look like a gap in the crowd, so people think "I am going to stand there, that's a good spot with nobody in" or "I'll take a route between the bar and the stage right through that gap I see there" and then they get there and you're in the gap but it's like, well, I'm here now

Flaky cheese