Things That Annoy You

[sleeplessinca]

People who do stuff that badly hurts you or people you love and then they just say they are sorry you feel that way when you object and they aren't sorry about doing the hurtful thing at all are very annoying.  That covers a lot of ground.

[West of the Rockies]

I loathe faux apologies, especially in the public forum:  "I am sorry my words were misinterpreted..." or "I'm sorry my clear and obvious attempt at humor was misinterpreted...." 

[Sardondi]

I loathe faux apologies, especially in the public forum:  "I am sorry my words were misinterpreted..." or "I'm sorry my clear and obvious attempt at humor was misinterpreted...."

Ah, yes, the non-apology apologies, in which the accusation is unspoken, as in,  "I'm sorry you were offended" (you sanctimonious prig). People who try this crap ought to be called on it, immediately and publicly.

[Nucky Nolan]

I loathe faux apologies, especially in the public forum:  "I am sorry my words were misinterpreted..." or "I'm sorry my clear and obvious attempt at humor was misinterpreted...."

I hate forced apologies. Pressure groups misunderstand comments, and they make the person grovel on talk shows to save their career and reputation. Some people need thicker skin. I wish that someone would refuse to apologize one day.

[Yorkshire pud]

Fluorescent coloured anything that fades in no time to an insipid ghost of what it used to be.

[Sardondi]

Summer annoys me. I know: unthinkable! Sacrilege! But I never liked sand, and the last time I went to the beach it was in another millennium. And my injuries have left me unable to mountain bike and hike like I used to, so I'm usually inside anyway, and I've grown averse to sweating even though I grew up sweating like a pig from all the summer activities I was involved in.

Fall and Winter is my dream time. I grew up and live where there is usually little Winter. Oh, it usually snows a tad every year, and there might be a snowfall of 1" once a winter. But that's about it.

I want to live in Alaska. I'd hate the mosquitoes, but I love the idea of a winter that lasts 6 months or more. I love the "snow shows" like "Mountain Men" and " Life Below Zero". I'm sure if I had to live in an urbanized heavy snow area it would lose its appeal quickly. Still, I dream of a snow-covered landscape.

So I hope. This year's Farmer's Almanac says the US is headed for a "bitterly cold" winter. Our Summer temps have been 5-8 degrees lower than normal all season. Maybe I'll get another blizzard like we got 20 years ago and I can have a fire all the time. Ahhhhhhh.

[ItsOver]

I despise Summer as well.  I live for the Fall.  Dry, cool days, with bright blue skies, and changing leaves.  And football.  Lots and lots of football, especially college football.  Then there's the wonderful clear, crisp nights.  If only Art Bell would return in the Autumn and fill those perfect nights with his sonorous voice.  Oh, wait... soon, very soon, all will be right with the World, once again.

[Juan]

Well, you should both be happy.  The first of September is the beginning of meteorological fall. Sounds like a bunch of eggheads screwing with nature, particularly since the temperatures here are still in the low 90s.  But it's fall -you should be cooler. Ha.

[HorrorRetro]

Summer annoys me. I know: unthinkable! Sacrilege! But I never liked sand, and the last time I went to the beach it was in another millennium. And my injuries have left me unable to mountain bike and hike like I used to, so I'm usually inside anyway, and I've grown averse to sweating even though I grew up sweating like a pig from all the summer activities I was involved in.

Fall and Winter is my dream time. I grew up and live where there is usually little Winter. Oh, it usually snows a tad every year, and there might be a snowfall of 1" once a winter. But that's about it.

I want to live in Alaska. I'd hate the mosquitoes, but I love the idea of a winter that lasts 6 months or more. I love the "snow shows" like "Mountain Men" and " Life Below Zero". I'm sure if I had to live in an urbanized heavy snow area it would lose its appeal quickly. Still, I dream of a snow-covered landscape.

So I hope. This year's Farmer's Almanac says the US is headed for a "bitterly cold" winter. Our Summer temps have been 5-8 degrees lower than normal all season. Maybe I'll get another blizzard like we got 20 years ago and I can have a fire all the time. Ahhhhhhh.

I'm looking forward to fall.  We went for a short road trip yesterday, 300 miles round trip, and the temp hit 96, which I think is too hot for September, but it was high desert versus bay side where we live. 

I was born and raised in Alaska.  I never left until I was into my 20s.  The winters vary widely depending on which area of AK you live. In southeast AK, it's more like where I live in WA. It's very rainy, but not a lot of snow.  I grew up in Anchorage, and we'd get quite a bit of snow, but temps were pretty moderate most of the time.  We spent 3.5 years up at Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks, and that's a different story.  It was normal for it to be -50 in the mornings.  But during the summer, we'd hit almost 100 quite often too. Up there, it was daylight just under 24 hours a day during summer and darkness almost 24 hours a day in the winter.

[Unquenchable Angst]

I grew up in NC in the 50's-60's and looked forward to having a snow or two every winter. Then lived in Florida for 32 years. I got to hating the 90+ temperature-90+ humidity 9-10 months, having everything leather turning green, last Christmas sweaters all being eaten before next Christmas. The odd '10 year or '100' year winter destroying all my work. Having to try to stay warm in a tropical house with jallosy windows.
I jumped to a winter hell in Idaho after I recovered from a heat stroke then saved my self with 3 years on Hawai'i. I now live in SC and have seen snow 3 times in 12 years, Ice storm once per winter on average. Last winter I never turned on the heat. My apartment seems well insulated and can stay cozy  with the waste heat of my computer, cooking or baking something. This summer has been mild ,only 6 days above 90, very rare mild rainy summer.
Loved Hawai'i  ,had 52 climate zones. Cool mornings in the 50's ,days in the 70's and 80's on the beaches. I winter the Alaska people would escape the night and bring coolers of elk and moose sausages with them for sale at the farmer market I hung out at on Saturday's. I would arrive with avocados, lemons, bananas and Lilikoi(passion fruit) for trade
My biggest annoyance is the bombardment of fear, division, social manipulation, culture of tattle-tales, constant social engineering, fiscal stupidity, ~~~~~~

[Eddie Coyle]

        Being a mesomorph in a family of ectomorphs. If I didn't look like them, I'd swear I was adopted.

[Treading Water]

I grew up in Pittsburgh.  A forecast of snow meant dirty slush-filled streets to me.  I also thought the color of dirt was black until I moved to the "country."  I used to enjoy hot summers, but that was quite a few years ago. 

A range of 55 to 75-degrees is about all I can stand anymore.  August was great here this year(I don't think we officially hit 90).  Now September is starting out hot and humid.  Oh, joy.   

Yeah, I know.  It's fall.   :

[bateman]

The movie Elysium. What a massive piece of shit. I don't even know where to begin.

[ManiacMatt]

The movie Elysium. What a massive piece of shit. I don't even know where to begin.

That annoys me.  I was hoping that would be a good movie.  I hardly ever go to the movies.  I would like to know why you didn't like it.

[bateman]

That annoys me.  I was hoping that would be a good movie.  I hardly ever go to the movies.  I would like to know why you didn't like it.

It's obnoxious, half-baked social commentary masquerading as a sci-fi film. Literally everything was bad about it- the writing, which bludgeons you over the head with its sanctimonious message of open border policy. The acting- Jodie Foster does the worst British or South African, or whatever the hell it was supposed to be, accent that I have ever heard. Embarrassingly bad. Everyone was a cartoon character. Even the set & prop design was nonsensical. It's supposed to be 2154, yet they're still using laptops & Nissan Skylines..? Uhh. I get that Earth was supposed to be lagging behind in technology, but 150 years? Of course the love interest & her dying daughter are of Hispanic ethnicity. Of course they are. WE GET IT. Then there's the action- Matt Damon gets the shit kicked out of him in this movie, yet he seems barely injured at all after being exposed to a supposedly lethal dose of radiation AND GETS FUCKING STABBED. He's also punching these guys in armor, like, where is he hitting them exactly that his hand isn't shattering..?

These are just the MAIN problems. It's a fucking disaster of a movie, and an obnoxious one at that.

Final grade: F-

[bateman]

Oh, and the "elites" apparently just go to cocktail parties, wear white people sweaters & lay in their cancer curing beds that happen to be located in their kitchens for some reason.

I mentally checked out of the movie less than halfway through. The only reason I even finished it was because I had time to kill.

[ManiacMatt]

Oh, and the "elites" apparently just go to cocktail parties, wear white people sweaters & lay in their cancer curing beds that happen to be located in their kitchens for some reason.

I mentally checked out of the movie less than halfway through. The only reason I even finished it was because I had time to kill.

Thanks Bateman.  I miss the days of going to the movies as a kid.  It was a magical place back then.  Hollywood is really turning out some major crap lately.

[bateman]

Thanks Bateman.  I miss the days of going to the movies as a kid.  It was a magical place back then.  Hollywood is really turning out some major crap lately.

I saw Simon Pegg's new one "The World's End" recently & enjoyed that a lot. It's well crafted & genuinely funny too, if you like British humor.

[onan]

I pretty much agree Elysium is a discount movie night. I think the same of The World's End. Save your money and rent Sean of the Dead, and wait for Simon's new movie to hit netflix.

[bateman]

I pretty much agree Elysium is a discount movie night. I think the same of The World's End. Save your money and rent Sean of the Dead, and wait for Simon's new movie to hit netflix.

Pegg's previous efforts are better, but it's still a fun movie. Best thing out right now at least.

[Sardondi]

Thanks Bateman.  I miss the days of going to the movies as a kid.  It was a magical place back then....

Isn't it true? Going to the movies used to be a huge event for me as a kid growing up in the 60's. Until I got old enough to have friends with driver's licenses, I'd see maybe, maybe, 5-6 movies in an entire year. My kids can hardly belivee it when I tell them what a big deal going to the movies was: people used to dress in suits and ties and ladies wore hats at the fancier, more ornate theaters. It was indeed magic, as all the bright lights and the activity were like a fairy world to me. Disney films and other G-rated movies were the usual fare back then, and I still remember the sheer ecstasy of sitting in that gloriously rich and chilled theater, watching the previews, which were worth the price of admission themselves for how marvelous I thought they were, and waiting for some wonderful mindless piece of fluff like The Ghost and Mr. Chicken or an animated movie like The Sword In The Stone to begin. Sheer magic.

[onan]

Isn't it true? Going to the movies used to be a huge event for me as a kid growing up in the 60's. Until I got old enough to have friends with driver's licenses, I'd see maybe, maybe, 5-6 movies in an entire year. My kids can hardly belivee it when I tell them what a big deal going to the movies was: people used to dress in suits and ties and ladies wore hats at the fancier, more ornate theaters. It was indeed magic, as all the bright lights and the activity were like a fairy world to me. Disney films and other G-rated movies were the usual fare back then, and I still remember the sheer ecstasy of sitting in that gloriously rich and chilled theater, watching the previews, which were worth the price of admission themselves for how marvelous I thought they were, and waiting for some wonderful mindless piece of fluff like The Ghost and Mr. Chicken or an animated movie like The Sword In The Stone to begin. Sheer magic.

I also remember serials before the movie. There was only one theater in my home town. And in the winter, before the movie started the owner would walk the aisles and make sure all of us kids had our jackets off, so we wouldn't catch cold upon leaving the theater. good times.

[aldousburbank]

Yeah, in my local little mining town theatre the floors were sticky, many of the seats were broken, and the ceiling tiles were hanging and falling around but the owners would call our moms after the show if we needed rides and would make us behave ourselves. I remember seeing many a c grade bikersploitation movie there and the two headed man awesomeness and things of this nature.

[bateman]

Want to feel old? The first movie I remember my parents taking me to see was Jurassic Park in 1993. I was 8.

[aldousburbank]

Want to feel old? The first movie I remember my parents taking me to see was Jurassic Park in 1993. I was 8.

Damn you young whippersnapper! Get off my lawn!

[bateman]

Damn you young whippersnapper! Get off my lawn!

Ha ha! You just stepped in the burning bag of dog doo I left on your doorstep.

[Sardondi]

Want to feel old? The first movie I remember my parents taking me to see was Jurassic Park in 1993. I was 8.

The first movie I remember was Old Yeller in a second or third release when I was 4-5 years old. I cried - sobbed - all the way home, and for hours after I got home. They tell me I was inconsolable even at home, wailing, "He shot Old Yeller! He shot Old Yeller!" over and over. All my parents thought about when deciding on what movie for our movie outing was "Walt Disney" and "dog". My poor parents didn't deserve all that guilt - it was that damn Walt Disney's fault. 

Some of those old time movie guys could be real bastards. Jackie Cooper, child star of the 1920's and 30's, would be the first to tell you. Once his uncle was directing him in a movie and demanded he cry real tears in a scene. When 8 y.o. Jackie couldn't muster them, Uncle Director ordered a security guard to take Cooper's beloved pet dog outside and pretend to shoot it. His uncle. Well, Uncle got the real tears...and earned Cooper's hatred for the rest of his life...as well he should have.

[bateman]

The first movie I remember was Old Yeller in a second or third release when I was 4-5 years old. I cried - sobbed - all the way home, and for hours after I got home. They tell me I was inconsolable even at home, wailing, "He shot Old Yeller! He shot Old Yeller!" over and over. All my parents thought about when deciding on what movie for our movie outing was "Walt Disney" and "dog". My poor parents didn't deserve all that guilt - it was that damn Walt Disney's fault. 

Some of those old time movie guys could be real bastards. Jackie Cooper, child star of the 1920's and 30's, would be the first to tell you. Once his uncle was directing him in a movie and demanded he cry real tears in a scene. When 8 y.o. Jackie couldn't muster them, Uncle Director ordered a security guard to take Cooper's beloved pet dog outside and pretend to shoot it. His uncle. Well, Uncle got the real tears...and earned Cooper's hatred for the rest of his life...as well he should have.

The last time I thought about Old Yeller was, well, Sunday when Saul Goodman suggested "Old Yellering" Jesse on Breaking Bad..

[bateman]

But seriously, Old Yeller is a tough watch for a kid.

I was traumatized after my aunt brought over "Fire in the Sky" one night when I was 8 or 9. I ran upstairs to my parents in blind panic after this charming scene:

http://youtu.be/mO2W96NCiRc

[Eddie Coyle]

The first movie I remember was Old Yeller in a second or third release when I was 4-5 years old. I cried - sobbed - all the way home, and for hours after I got home. They tell me I was inconsolable even at home, wailing, "He shot Old Yeller! He shot Old Yeller!" over and over.

       I wish had ANY emotional experience from my first trip to the movies. The celluloid alchemy I was witness to as a three year old was The North Avenue Irregulars   on Sunday Feb 11, 1979.(crickets, crickets,crickets,crickets) Yes, that was basically the tone setter for the "culture" I was often exposed to. I don't believe I was eligible for emancipation at 3...but I still think I had a case.

        If my memory serves me well, Disney used the film reels for that movie as paperweights after vanished from theaters around Valentine's Day '79