Rants
People leaving toilet paper on the seat
I
get it. You want to be hygienic, so you cover the seat with toilet paper
before you sit your skin on it. I think you're being a little paranoid,
but you have that right, if you insist. But are you so hygienic that
you can't even pick up and flush the toilet paper that your own butt sat
on, after you are done? You have to leave it for someone else to touch?
Where's the hygienic in that?
Loud sudden noises
My
propensity for worming my way to the front row at concerts indicates
that I don't really mind loud noises (the ringing in my ears afterwards
indicates that maybe I should), but sudden noises are another
matter entirely. They don't even have to be that loud, but if they are
unexpected, unintended, and especially if they are inadvertently caused
by myself, I just can't abide them. For example, there is something
about glass plates crashing together when I'm putting away dishes that
instantly trips my rage trigger.
People spitting on the sidewalk
Do I really need to expound on this one? That's just gross.
Satire "news"
This
one has really only come into being since certain people started taking
everything amusing they find online and posting it on Facebook. One
thing that turns up there fairly regularly is some "news" story or other
from an outlet like The Onion. These are completely fabricated stories
that are supposed to be "funny." Except that usually they're not. And
sometimes, they are right difficult to distinguish from a real story. I
don't really have any legitimate reason for hating these stories, but I
do. And sometimes lists of things that annoy me just have to contain
things that annoy me. So there.
When my housemates cook bacon. And turkey.
Gosh, that stuff stinks up the whole house.
Syncopated traffic
You
know what I mean by this? It's when you're waiting to cross a street
and the cars just keep coming from your left. So many cars! Coming from
your left. Finally they stop coming from the left, and you look to your
right, ready to finally cross the road, and there's a new whole line of
cars coming from the right! This might be the world's worst form of
teasing.
Feedback beggars on eBay
I
buy and sell a lot on eBay, so I interact with all sorts of people on
the site. By far the most annoying people that I've encountered are the
buyers who message me shortly after I've sold them something, begging
for positive feedback. I, like many sellers on eBay, think the buyer
feedback system is a sham (you are not allowed to leave a buyer negative
feedback), so leaving feedback after a sale is not very high on my
priority list. Nonetheless, I do do it. Eventually. Maybe a month or two
later, depending on how motivated I am. I just don't understand why so
many buyers are so anxious to get their feedback right now! Patience is a virtue, and begging is not.
Raves
The smell of wet dirt
I
used to love thunderstorms. Living in a neighborhood where limbs fall
on houses and the power goes out every time there's a gust of wind has
kind of mitigated that love somewhat, but I still enjoy the rain's
aftermath—the musty smell that seeps up from the soggy earth. It smells
so fresh and clean! You can get this same olfactory pleasure from
watering your houseplants, which makes it a very cheap thrill!
Being drunk
And
now for a not-so-cheap thrill! It took me a long while to appreciate
the benefits of alcohol consumption. I was a hard-core teetotaler until
2006, and was still pretty reluctant to drink the stuff for a good six years beyond that, but time and peer pressure slowly converted me. Turns out it's a lot less obnoxious being drunk
than it is being sober around other people who are drunk—in fact, it's
downright fun. And considering that a glass or two significantly
relieves my crippling social anxiety, I don't feel bad at all that I have crossed over to the dark side...except sometimes the next day.
Exploring empty houses
When
I was young, I lived in neighborhoods where new homes were being
constructed left and right, and on the weekends you could waltz into any
number of them in varying degrees of completion, walking through their
skeletons, stomping around in the gravel beds that would one day be
their basements, climbing their stairs without banisters, and standing
on the second floor looking straight up into the sky. Nowadays, thanks
to my (sort of stalled) search for a permanent home,
I mostly find myself walking through completely constructed homes, but
they are no less interesting. It's fascinating to open doors, discover
all their nooks and crannies and little quirks, and imagine what it would be like to live
there. Searching for homes is stressful, but touring homes never tires
me.
Fitted sheets
So underappreciated are fitted
sheets. People seem to get hung up on the conundrum of how to fold them
(solution: roll them into a ball and stuff them in a drawer!) but can
you imagine how life would be without them? Somehow trying to tuck a
flat sheet under your mattress and have it actually stay there? Fitted
sheets, your shape may be ungainly, but you will forever have my
admiration!
Drush
The other day, I walked into my
coworker's office and announced, "I hate working on a command line."
Well, I take it partially back. One of my favorite tools for Web
development is Drush, which allows you to do many of the management
tasks for a Drupal website on a command line! At first, I was a
little leery of it, but now that I actually know some commands, it makes
everything so amazingly fast! I'm not much of one for graphic T-shirts,
but if someone gives me a shirt that says "I heart Drush," I will wear
it.
Warm weather
Well, here's a shocker for you.
After numerous posts complaining about the cold, this time I'm going to
flip the script and rhapsodize about the warmth. Every spring, there are
a few days where the temperature suddenly rises from frigid forties to
sunny sixties, and during those days, my heart is as buoyant as the
pollen. As a bonus, I am one of what seems like only 3 people in the DC
area who doesn't suffer from spring allergies...so there is no downside
to this upshot!
The distant sound of lawnmowers
Since
I love spring and summer so much, it should be no surprise to you that I
get a little lift from a sound that goes hand-in-hand with
them—lawnmowers! Mind you, now, I don't feel this same ebullience when
walking behind a mower (I could write a whole post on how much I dislike mowing the lawn), but the sound and what it signifies are music to my soul.
1 comments:
I pretty much agree with all your rants except the bacon and turkey. Wonderful food smells. But Jackie will agree with you and not me on that one.
Parental duty/advice on "drunk". Everything in moderation moderates the morning after.
Not so sure about the command line since I really don't need to do much with that since retiring. It has it's place but I can often move a mouse much faster than I can type, so once again, everything in moderation, including command lines.
As I type this my allergies are killing me so I'm glad you didn't get that gene. Wish I hadn't.
Dad