Innocuous things that make you irrationally angry (a list thread)

- you mean like this? *dances*

dancing on a thin line there, vg

- sorry I can't hear you, too busy dancing

OMG CDs or books 'on display' is def in my top five IAs. You read it? Recycle that shit. Why is it on the shelf still?? Burned that cd? Sell it. Fuck a bookcase.

Jeff? Is that you?

Exceptions: home office, studio or library.

Carl, might as well be. We have the same thoughts.

;_;

I like having stuff to pull out and read again but I kind of get what you mean

i used to think sunny's talk was pure blasphemy, but I've gotten into getting rid of stuff.

I've got a closet full of records, some of them I'm quite certain I'll never play again. Why am I hanging on to them then?

I used to date someone who ordered records even though she had no player. She just like to be in the same room with them. Now that's crazy.

I may be guilty of that to a small extent, wanting to have a physical artifact but mostly listening to the digital copy. Makes me IA at myself sometimes.

I was a books-n-cds-n-records kind of girl but Jeff has converted me to his ways, mostly because I really really hate clutter and also hate hauling heavy boxes of books every time we move. I would probably be less enthusiastic about going full digital with our music if Jeff weren't the most meticulous mp3 tagger I have ever encountered in my life. Our shit is crazy organized.

I totally take it for granted, too, and forget how much more pleasant life is with well-organized digital music until I get a look at somebody else's mp3s and am like "Why the shit do you have The Smiths and Smiths and the smiths and The smiths all listed as separate bands?!??!?!?"

I was grabbing some stuff from my safe deposit box at the bank today. Reminded me I really need to start doing offsite backups on some sort of interval.

xpost carl otm, hate disorganized mp3s

I've got this Kid Rock CD, given to me at the college station back when he was another vanilla ice/3rd bass wannabe. The album is so bad that I used to hide twenties in it.

It's long been retired to the closet and I don't have to hide money anymore, but each time I move - 6 or 7 times since - I look at that thing and wonder why the hell I still have it.

"ooh, I could sell it on eBay" - *continues to rot next to Kiss covers comp.*

i keep books around because i'll likely reread them. a lot of my books are art books, and i like to have them for reference, too. and there are things to which i have weird nostalgic/personal attachments, a winnie-the-pooh book with gnaw marks on the spine from when i was teething.

i have a bunch of LPs too, but i get rid of CDs as soon as i burn them. in recent years, i've even ditched most of my records. given the choice, i'll almost always listen to stuff digitally.

We still have some books, but after a lot of "Will I really ever read this again? Really?" soul searching, enthusiastic library patronage, and embracing e-books, we're down to one bookshelf (one shelf of which is comics, and half of one shelf of which is Wii game boxes).

i can't bring myself to get rid of the books i already have, but i refrain from buying any more books and exclusively use the library, more for $$ reasons than for clutter, but that's a nice side effect too. since using spotify i've felt like even my mp3 collection is a drain on my computer's hd space and am considering moving most of them to an external drive and freeing up some space

i used to be / currently still am a packrat, so this is a huge step for me

im proud. hoarding, or even signs of it like i spot a magazine I bought 3 months ago, is so anxiety inducing to me

People that drag an unwilling friend with them into a record store while they pore over the racks, when said disinterested party stands right next to their friend completely oblivious to the fact that they are blocking the racks from other customers while they are absorbed in texting or w/e.

xp Yeah, my clutter opposition borders on neurotic sometimes. My mother keeps giving me a subscription to Better Homes and Gardens (speaking of things that make me IA - the magazine itself, the fact that my mother keeps subscribing me to it even though I told her it's not really my cup of tea, the fact that she really wants it to be my cup of tea (I don't own a home! I don't have a garden!)) and I give it a cursory flip through (the things I do to make my mother happy) and then it goes in the recycling. If it's more than a couple of days out and unread, I just toss it and lie to my mom when she asks if I saw that salsa recipe with the cute little American flag dishes that they featured in the Fourth of July issue. "Oh, I must have missed that! What was in it?"

The only magazines I get, other than alumni magazines that I can't convince either alma mater to stop sending me, is Better Homes and Gardens and Bitch. Ha.

My dad thought it was cute to subscribe our daughter up for a subscription to Time Magazine after she was born.

Now if you do any sort of zabasearch on us, you'll find her full name listed in the "related" column with us. And she gets credit card offers and timeshare invitations all the time.

Thanks Pops!

In a way, it's karma since he and I share the same name, but it's his name that my drunken college friends and former co-workers call instead of my number, listed under my initials.

I have a bookshelf of defunct/old arts and music magazines. Entire years worth! Worth it for now.

I've been buying a lot more CDs lately because Amazon often give me the choice of a mp3 download for $9(!!) or a used cd of the same for $0.01 with $2.98 for shipping. So I wait a week, rip the cd and add it to the shelf in the basement with the other thousand discs that will never be played again in physical form.

Y'all are going to make me go home and clean out a closet or something.

I think most of the things I have now are either what I would like to keep, or those that I should get rid of but feel I should sell or give to someone I know.

tbh, I got rid of a shitload of stuff over the last couple years by donating to the PP book sale

We keep talking about eBay or garage sales, but eBay's a lot of work and we don't even like to have friends over, much less bargain hunters in our driveway at six in the morning.

Craigslist is still hit-or-miss. I still can't believe I sold that chess table missing the rooks for $20.

or the futon covered in dog pee

I totally take it for granted, too, and forget how much more pleasant life is with well-organized digital music until I get a look at somebody else's mp3s and am like "Why the shit do you have The Smiths and Smiths and the smiths and The smiths all listed as separate bands?!??!?!?"

Pretty sure you were thinking of me, specifically, when you wrote this.

I have on my iTunes:

Smiths
The Smiths
The Smiths

You're so vain
You probably think that post was about you
Because it totally was

IA: some knucklehead named Jan Samelastnameasmine keeps trying to reset her password for something using MY GODDAMN EMAIL ADDRESS (j ourlastname at host.com) and I have received ten password reset emails in the last two days.

I'm equally IA at the provider who does not have a "Are you getting these emails because some knucklehead is using your email to reset a password? Click here!" option. It just says if you are getting this in error, ignore it.

I was a books-of-CDs dude for a long time. Had a pretty sizeable collection, lots of rarities, imports, etc. Then one year one New Years someone broke into my car and stole two books with just about my entire collection of music. That's when I switched over to digital and haven't really looked back.

subway buskers who play INSIDE the car so you can't get away...makes me want to grab their instrument and beat them over the head with it.

I've been getting the weirdest emails all of a sudden from different people with my name at gmail. There's the landlord in Oakland who I keep having to unsubscribe from the San Francisco Symphony. There's an older fella who keeps getting check-up reminders from his car dealership. Then there's the guy in Ohio who has a hilarious boss who sent me/him a bunch of photos of women who have colored their pubic hair to look like Willie Nelson.

It's the car dealership ones that annoy me the most.

-- sudden flood of new poker sites wanting my business. I wonder who sold my email address.

But I have way too many CDs to fit on my iPhone and streaming them

THis. There's no portable device that could come close to holding all my music, so to have to boot up a computer, find the right files, move them onto the ipod or whatever, after deleting other stuff to make space, etc etc etc, whern I can just grab a CD off the shelf and bung it in the stereo in seconds has a lot to commend it.

And I do not trust any cloud/corporation to last long enough and with unchanged terms and conditions to give up my physical collection.

IA: some knucklehead named Jan Samelastnameasmine keeps trying to reset her password for something using MY GODDAMN EMAIL ADDRESS (j ourlastname at host.com) and I have received ten password reset emails in the last two days.

I had some guy called Richard Mylastname sending lots of appointments to my Gmail calendar. I was sort of intrigued as my last name is unusual and this guy was not a relative that I know of, but I decided there was not a great probability of blossoming friendship with someone who went to so many finance conferences.

In the end when I was drunk I clicked "No, I will not attend" on one of his 1:1 meetings and then they stopped turning up

I've revived this thread.

Irrational hatred of people who have the same name as you

I cant believe you guys are complaining about moving computer files

I got this email yesterday, sent to my most protected and favorite email address

Congratulations on creating your brand new Gmail address,
poopshit✧✧✧@gm✧✧✧.c✧✧.
Please keep this email for your records, as it contains an
important verification code that you may need should you ever
encounter problems or forget your password.

You can login to your account at http://mail.google.com/

Enjoy!

The Gmail Team

WTF

poopshityyy at gmail dot com.

You can say what you want, but poopshit is by far the best kind, imo.

I didn't notice at first that Google lets you disconnect the email addresses https://accounts.google.com/AccountDisavow. "Disavow" sounds so formal.

The Cure

had to listen to this band during a car journey the other day and damn this is some annoying music

blogs that don't have a 'read more' link when viewed in an rss reader. no i don't wanna scroll down 20 pages of photos of your trip to syracuse in order to read the next post.