Things That Annoy You

[PB the Deplorable]

Soccer annoys me.  What a dull game.  And all those drunks that follow it and sing during most of the game.

[MV/Liberace!]

Soccer annoys me.  What a dull game.  And all those drunks that follow it and sing during most of the game.

When I think soccer, I think third world shit hole.

[Yorkshire pud]

When I think soccer, I think third world shit hole.

It could be why football, (as it's known in the UK, Europe, South America and Africa) caught on in the USA and is now quite widespread.. 

But I don't like it either; much more a rugby fan. Or motorsport. 

[McPhallus]

When I think soccer, I think third world shit hole.

I think either:

1. Upscale MILFs in SUVs driving their stylishly-clad, uniformed kids back and forth to practice.  And with the requisite stickers in the back window of the SUV to let the world know they're part of a weird trend.

2. Limey hooligans, drunk as fuck and wielding crowbars.

[Eddie Coyle]

When I think soccer, I think third world shit hole.

That's why it's the sport of the future in the USA.

[Sardondi]

   That's why it's the sport of the future in the USA.

That would be funny as hell were it not such a near certainty...

[onan]

All sports are a bore to me. Soccer is no more annoying than baseball, hockey, basketball, or football.

[MV/Liberace!]

   That's why it's the sport of the future in the USA.

ha!

[MV/Liberace!]

All sports are a bore to me. Soccer is no more annoying than baseball, hockey, basketball, or football.

actually, this.

[stevesh]

All sports are a bore to me. Soccer is no more annoying than baseball, hockey, basketball, or football.

It is to me. No timeouts, so there's a good chance you'll be in line at the men's room or buying another beer when the game's only goal is scored. (And it's 'zero', not 'nil'.)

[Pragmier]

That I keep forgetting in certain cultures time has no meaning. No matter how much I try to avoid it, I'm always the 1st one at any event and wind up helping the hosts set up. Every visit turns into a prolonged marathon of waiting for that important family member that's been on their way for the last 3 hours.

[MV/Liberace!]

Every visit turns into a prolonged marathon of waiting for that important family member that's been on their way for the last 3 hours.

is this person arab by chance?  i know not one arab who can be on time for anything.

[Pragmier]

is this person arab by chance?

In my case it's latino.

[Unquenchable Angst]

To be expectant of a visit my nephews and niece that I have not seen in months or years and then have the damn TV and the Goddamn football games take precidence over the visit.Oh well Damn relatives don't give a shit for an old uncle anyway.

[Eddie Coyle]

 
         I enjoy playing sports, and when I was a degenerate gambler, betting on them.

         But overall as I've gotten older, I've come to loathe and detest pro athletes, collegiate athletes, sports fans, sports media, "fantasy" sports leagues, sports memorabilia, sports stadia...

          That said. I still watch. I just don't care.

[BobGrau]

         I enjoy playing sports, and when I was a degenerate gambler, betting on them.

         But overall as I've gotten older, I've come to loathe and detest pro athletes, collegiate athletes, sports fans, sports media, "fantasy" sports leagues, sports memorabilia, sports stadia...

          That said. I still watch. I just don't care.

Pretty much how I feel about sex.

[Sardondi]

That I keep forgetting in certain cultures time has no meaning....

I'm sure it's a silly grass-is-greener emotion, but I find myself more and more fantasizing about living in a time/place/culture where the sun and the moon ruled life rather than clocks, tablets and 5th gen phones. We tend to overlook the likely Hobbesian reality of such bucolic fantasies. I know I don't like to think about how life could be very hard and exceedingly short and painful in those days of sun, moon and stars.

But ancient peoples could and did live relatively long lives, and even thrive. I'm most astounded at how they used their brains in ways that would stymie us today. Even in the recent past, in the days before ubiquitous electricity, it's no wonder that reading for pleasure of world classics such as The Iliad, War and Peace and Shakespeare's works was so common. Today it is not unusual for college graduates to have never read the first word of one of those works, and to be completely ignorant of two-out-of-three. 100 years ago schoolchildren who today wouldn't be old enough to drive routinely had read at least most of those books, and even recite long passages. Today worthless junk for the most part has replaced familiarity with classics of world literature. 

But before books, it was nothing for minstrels, poets and the like to retain letter-perfect memory of entire libraries of epic poems and songs, such as the Vedas and Upanishads, Iliad and Odyssey, Sagas, Skyrim and Eddas. The nights were often a time for the singers, poets, bards, skalds and minstrels to entertain as well as to pass on countless generations of culture, tradition and lore to assembled family, clan or village people. They would recite the myths and poems, and sing the songs for hours on end, often night after night.

Can you imagine someone today being able to do this? Is there anyone left who can recite, say, for two hours? That was the equivalent of today's movie trailer to the ancient poets, and to us a monumental feat of memory. Today our brains and the neural pathways we create to store and access information are literally, physically different from our ancestors of a 5,000 or even 1,000 years ago. Yes, we have an almost infinite increase in the amount of information which washes over us daily compared to the relatively information-sterile lives of the pre-literate humans (although it's probably true that the information they took in was just as much, but it was what we today ignore, such as the infinite sights, sounds, tastes, textures and smells of the natural world).

Our modern data mega-loading frightens me, because it can't be good for our brains to be the equivalent of a  factory-line worker, examining countless items for utility, acceptability and usefulness, judging which to keep, which to discard; and keeping virtually nothing at the end of the day, when we go home to voluntarily be swamped by more information until we start all over again the next morning.

So the pre-literate world has a romantic attraction for me. At least until I want to watch some vids or I get the flu. Still, sometimes it's nice to think of sitting low on a grassy hill with a couple of fur-clad members of my group; hearing the screech of a hawk above, and feeling the wind change direction as I smell the very faintest hint of a herd of grazing bison just coming into sight a couple of miles away. There will be plenty of meat and songs tonight...

[Yorkshire pud]

I agree pretty much entirely with that.. Modern life has a lot to answer for in many ways, although in others it has brought us great and wonderous things even if in our non egalitarian world those things and indeed basic things such as water, food, shelter and basic education are not open and free to all.

[Juan]

I'm sure it's a silly grass-is-greener emotion, but I find myself more and more fantasizing about living in a time/place/culture where the sun and the moon ruled life rather than clocks, tablets and 5th gen phones.

After all, as sNoory said about the ancient Mayan study of the stars, "They didn't have anything else to do."

Is there anyone left who can recite, say, for two hours?

Bill Clinton, Steve Quayle, Dannion Brinkley, Richard C. Hoagland - not the classics, but they can certainly recite.

[Mind Flayer Monk]

Can you imagine someone today being able to do this? Is there anyone left who can recite, say, for two hours? That was the equivalent of today's movie trailer to the ancient poets, and to us a monumental feat of memory.

I remember reading several accounts of Jesuit missionaries in China that could perform phenomenal feats of memory. These feats awed the Chinese royalty so much they took the Jesuits into their palace court right away.

[Eddie Coyle]

Pretty much how I feel about sex.

Exactly. If it doesn't involve me...it doesn't involve me.

[The General]

When I think soccer, I think third world shit hole.

I think either:

1. Upscale MILFs in SUVs driving their stylishly-clad, uniformed kids back and forth to practice.  And with the requisite stickers in the back window of the SUV to let the world know they're part of a weird trend.

2. Limey hooligans, drunk as fuck and wielding crowbars.

3. Tacos.

[timpate]

People who always end a sentence with the worlds you know what I'm say in!

[MV/Liberace!]

People who always end a sentence with the worlds you know what I'm say in!

Hey, nigga. I added you on Skype.

[McPhallus]

People who always end a sentence with the worlds you know what I'm say in!

Or the less ghetto version, "You know?"

[stevesh]

People who always end a sentence with the worlds you know what I'm say in!

Or the George Noory versions: 'as well' and 'of course'.

[Pragmier]

People who should know better saying realator, jewlery, and nucular. You know?

[Yorkshire pud]

Finishing almost every sentence with a question inflection; as if the respondant is too dim to understand anything being said..e.g..."I went outside into the yard?"  Yeah...I know what a bloody yard is.


OR

Using 'like' as punctuation; e.g. The car was like driving on the like road, and then like stopped, at the like junction". Further irritation is incurred with a question inflection/like combination in the same construct.

[Juan]

OR
Using like instead of the verb "to say" and professing to quote someone without quoting that person at all - as in
"Tiujana was all like, "dah-dah-dah-dah-dah," and I was all like, "Duh," and Tjay was all like, "What the fuck you bitches talkin' bout?" And sNoory was all like some shit off his cards.

[stevesh]

People who say 'gender' when they mean 'sex'.

The fact that we can murder people in Pakistan using robot planes 'flown' from the US, when we can't come up with a better way to make toast than running electricity through little wires to make them red-hot.