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

You don't understand, Plains was the name of my first pet.

my bandname would be Birdseye Souvlaki From a Truck

mine is actually 'black nuts'

seriously

Gray Couscous and Brussels Sprouts, which is just gross and a terrible band name.

gray salad

filthy mushroom

paint-stained garlic?

Black Little Schoolboy

Blue Fries ft. Sriracha

This is probably really fun for pp, we should keep going for at least the next 3 hours until he has to go to bed.

Better yet, can you all copy and paste jpgs of your band name to this thread?

http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/81BfdzVQzPL._SL1500_.jpg

http://thegoodgoodlife.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/shake_shake_shake_by_zeurel-d34rdnm.gif?w=300&h=300

lol

When you fuckin' buy something off the internet and they send you an email notification that your order has shipped with a link to the UPS or FedEX to like, Track Your Package Here! but when you click on the link and it gives you a message saying "No tracking information can be detected for this shipment at this time." This makes me want to squeeze someone's head until their fuckin' eyeballs pop out of it.

'one burrito please'
'do you want that in a meal deal?'
'no'
'would you like any drinks?'
'no'
'do you have a salsa's loyalty membership card?'
'no'
'<flashes salsa's loyalty membership card, winks> would you like one?'
'FUCK, MATE, ONE FUCKING BURRITO, JESUS CHRIST'

also what the fuck is with bus drivers playing commercial radio through the whole bus

i think that's called riding the bus since, like, forever

Thinking of buses, local o9nes are still having trouble with the bells. I can't ring the bel froma seated position next to it, or it takes 3 rings to register. Have had drivers skipping stops I've pressed for before despite the light that says STOPPING lighting up momentarily.
So need to get the company to service or replace a lot of their bells or get the drivers to register when they've been rung.

On the other hand I've also been on buses where they've juddered knocking me into a bell that went off and the bus stopped so not sure what exactly the problem is. Maybe they get adjusted so they aren't as sensitive which is a stupid idea.

Maybe somebody needs to take a closer look at bus bells and find one that rings easier while not being set off accidentally. Could make it childproof or little twat-proof so it didn't keep ringing every stop opr more frequently just cos some tit is showing off to their friends.

Somebody needs to rewrite the rules of physics so that walking in a moving vehicle is easier.

The Guardian search engine. That site seems pretty counter intuitive in its navigation anyway but this just adds to it. Seems to ignore the most recent usage of a name or term which would probably be the one being looked for.

couldn't find an entry under book adaptation, while the article was talking abot a number of book adaptations to film, to tie in with a festival dedicated to that subject.
It then got stuck on asking me for feedback while I was expecting the page to populate and wondering why it was taking so long.

I then naviagted away from the page then back to it to see if I could find the article under Stephen king or Kubrick, neither of which showed this one article. When I found the thing by working out taht I could navigate to the section it had appeared in manually both Stephen King and Kubrick were in the article title.
Would think they'd have it set up so that the most recent occurrence would show since that might be what a lot of people would be loking for the URL for to share with others who'd missed the physical paper version of said article.

So if they've just added a new search engine that is doing that I think they need to sort it out. Think the old one was at least as bad though.

Storage units. The whole phenomenon of them. The phenomenon of living in the city and having all this extra crap that you have to go to another place to get/put away. And having to pay for the unit. And feeling tethered to the unit, because it's such a pain to move everything out of one. Boxing up a bunch of winter clothing pulling, piling it in a car, moving around a dozen boxes to get to the two boxes of summer clothing you need. If not for family I think I would just live by a rule of not owning anything I can't fit in my apartment.

I really do get irrationally angry every time I have to go. I curse up a storm and throw stuff on the floor and slam boxes down.

Crossed with the irrationally embarrassed thread, but someone I follow on Twitter (I complained about here here before, actually) keeps posting pictures of her high school poetry/journals/art projects with commentary about how embarrassing they are. You know what? If you were really that embarrassed about these things you wouldn't post them in a public place where all of your followers can read them, you dingbat!!!! Arg.

otm

While I'm at it, people who post vague posts about ~something bad~ on social media. Either say what it is and reap the sympathetic responses, or don't post at all. But this "Well, I guess all my dreams and hopes have been dashed again. #don'twanttotalkaboutit" bullshit is bullshit.

The whole entire point of a post like that is for people to ask, "Oh no, what happened?" I have no beef with people who chose to deal with bad things publicly but if you want to put it out there, just put it the hell out there.

yeah I equally hate fishing statuses of a positive nature ("Sooooooo happy!" "Well that turned out better than I thought ;)" etc.)

vaguebooking, y'all

i'm all for posting up embarrassing things from my high school days that are funny now!

The truth always surfaces eventually. Sweety-sweet = fakey-fake. Should have listened to my first mind. #countingtruefriendsonlessthanahand

I have no idea, except I'd bet that hashtag has only one post on it.

People who claim two minds yet continuously prove they've got less than half of that, gotta love 'em.

Somewhat surprised to find an Amazon advert for a specific unusual item I'd been looking at a couple of days back appear at the top of the Rateyourmusic page. Had thought those were generic adverts. & since this was a bottle cap rose gadget for turning drink bottles into watering cans I cant see it that way. I assume I need to seriously up my privacy settings. &wonder what other details they've collected on me.

All is discovered; flee at once.

While I'm at it, people who post vague posts about ~something bad~ on social media. Either say what it is and reap the sympathetic responses, or don't post at all. But this "Well, I guess all my dreams and hopes have been dashed again. #don'twanttotalkaboutit" bullshit is bullshit.

carl agatha wrote this at 2013-04-15 16:01:12.000

The whole entire point of a post like that is for people to ask, "Oh no, what happened?" I have no beef with people who chose to deal with bad things publicly but if you want to put it out there, just put it the hell out there.

carl agatha wrote this at 2013-04-15 16:02:22.000

Always interesting to see if anybody will ask and draw the story out or if they'll just get generic-sounding expressions of sympathy like "hugs" from other commenters who are in the know or whatever.In my experience, the people most likelyto ask "what's wrong" are mothers, aunts...maybe a friends mom if they are close.

Or shady dude friends trying to horn in.

ha "horn in"

Unless it is someone very close to me, I refuse to play along. I enforce a strict "use your words" policy when communicating with other adults.

i see so much of this. it's like every time someone posts (basically anything) to facebook, you're acting as though you "know but you don't know" that you're telling it to every single person you've ever met. uniquely 21st century weirdness.

I will say though, a good chunk of the responses to the bombing that I saw in my fb feed were of this ilk to an extent and for the most part it all made sense despite the vagueness.

People who sit in the middle of benches to force other people to chose between uncomfortable proximity to strangers and standing glaring at the selfish bastards. There are unspoken rules here ffs.

otm. all men at least understand this wrt urinals, just because your cock is in your pants it doesn't change anything.

I've seen at least three deaths reported on Facebook with a vague OP that doesn't address who or how or when.

"Oh, Arkansas. My heart is so heavy and hurts for you all right now..." What? What's happening? *looks under chair*

woman at work's done "what's that shiny thing outside?" twice in the last half hour.

urge to kill rising.

Think I'd prefer that to the PA across from me debating the merits of her ex's new gf. 'I'm just... I know this sounds wrong but he could do better? I think *I* was better? Is it wrong to be a bit insulted?' and the phrase 'apparently she's a lovely person' every 2 minutes.

So glad I'm not a 21-year-old woman.

I think that a lot.

Unless it is someone very close to me, I refuse to play along. I enforce a strict "use your words" policy when communicating with other adults.

― carl agatha, Tuesday, April 16, 2013 7:46 AM (5 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

me too. and i call it that too! the worst thing is when someone does the sudden "ha" with the loud "ask me what i'm laughing at" subtext. i just say nothing and hope they can feel the waves of judgment undulating from my bitter soul

My old boss was the worst offender of this ever. She'd sit in her office and make all sorts of noises - laughter, shocked gasps, grunts of frustration - and I would just sit at my desk and grit my teeth and ignore her.

One day as she was walking out to a meeting, she dropped an entire cup of iced tea and started making these panicked squealing noises. I couldn't see her from my desk but felt compelled to check on her, in case she had been attacked or hurt herself. I came around the cube partition and she as just standing there, looking at the spreading puddle of liquid at her feet. Then she looked up at me with wide eyes and said, "I spilled my tea!"

Despite appearances, she was not a toddler. She was in her late 50s.

Oh so but I said, "Get some paper towels!" and instead, she said, "I'm thirsty," picked up the cup,drank the last remaining half-inch of tea and then went to her meeting, leaving the melting ice and tea to soak into the carpet.

I should note that we haven't worked together in two years and go out to lunch once every couple of months and I find her to be delightful company now that I'm not in any way responsible for her happiness or well being.

it's hard for me to understand people who don't catch on and keep making the grunting baby sounds, but i guess people just like being asked questions? was at a local community theatre play a couple days ago for a friend and at the end they did a Q&A and my gf asks me "why are they doing this? who cares?" and the obvious answer was "because theatre people are egomaniacs" and interviews can be like the ultimate rush if you want attention. i usually try not to fault people for wanting/seeking attention tho, maybe i shouldn't be too hard on the grunters

I don't fault ppl who are seeking attention. It's the dishonesty of obviously seeking attention while trying to act like you're not that drives me bananas. If you want to tell me something, just tell me!!!

zachlyon, your story reminds me of something very hilarious.