Things That Annoy Me, But Shouldn't

That predates my internet experience, I'm afraid. A lot of people did this when I started forum-frequenting; they were all older users at the time. If I were to guess, I'd say it would go back to the days of compuserve, newsgroups and usenet back when Usernames were not at all in plain sight, or when people still preferred to sign with their IRL name versus their UN.

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Any green eggs with that?

 

Was that the name of Noah's sons?

 

Simon?
You know, cause they had to entertain themselves for
40 some odd days.

 

Yam. 'Cause he was one sweeet potato!

 

Spam. Noah used to go around the ark looking for him: "Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!..."

 

Pineapple on pizza. Why? Why must humans destroy everything that comes our way? WHY!?

Pineapple pizza is an abomination.

....shouldn't annoy me though. Least it's not mayonnaise rice. That, too, is an abomination.

 

Speaking of mayo, what caught me off-guard in The Netherlands is their obsession with mayo as the primary dipping sauce. They call it fritz sauce, and they always serve fries with it. If you ask for ketchup or anything else they look at you strangely. I tried it. Not bad...not great...but not bad either.

 

Pomme fritz is fries in French, invented in Belgium.
Though you would think by now ketchup would be
a bit more normal over in Europe since the early 90's,
not that I want to know what Micky-Ds cost there now,
considering it was expensive back then.

 

Where I live (Ruhrgebiet, Germany) we have "Pommes rot-weiß" (also called "Pommes Schranke" (like the railway crossing gate) .

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Modern-day (predominantly internet-specific) colloquialisms irritate me beyond belief.

They include, but are not limited to: doggo, pupper, yeet, smol, boi, et cetera, et cetera.

You can probably gather how much of a trial it was for me to type that.

 

It's still outrageous. And being an American, the drink sizes without refills pisses me off.

 

Yeah, but it's a delicious abomination, so whatcha gonna do?

This and "gurl" actually have fairly defined meanings among the LGBTQ crowd, so it always makes me chuckle to see people throwing them around at each other.

 

Having spent a day hand-delivering addressed and named SNP supporters letters to different neighbourhoods, plus having once had a job delivering pizzas ...what annoys me are people who don't put a house number on their house! Sometimes there are quite a few in a row, with some using back door addresses, etc. A nightmare. I'm sure lots of these folk get stuff that's not for them, or miss out on stuff that is.

 

It's such a shame that the over-commercialisation of everything has put so many people off looking forward to holidays. I stepped back from the commercial stuff many years ago. I love that midwinter Solstice-Christmas-New Year-12th night period. I am not Christian and never have been. However, there is something about that time of year that seems to need a holiday. In early days, the end of harvest and beginning of winter meant that stuff which couldn't be stored or kept fed during the winter got eaten up ...hence the notion of the feast. And the waning and then the return of the sun was also important to mark.

As I've discovered, living in Scotland, which is SO much farther north (albeit warmer) that my old stomping grounds of Michigan, I really NEED something to break up the long, dark time. I've made a midwinter holiday that I really look forward to every year. There have been a couple of years where I didn't do anything for the holidays at all (for various reasons) and by the start of February, I was fit to be tied. It just seemed endless.

I think the answer is: make the holidays what YOU would like them to be. Ignore commercialism and resist pressure to join in, if you don't feel like it. Once you make that decision and put it into practice, you'll discover it's very easy to do.

 

What am I gonna do? Nothing, I am but one worm underneath the foot of tHe lOrD wHo WiLl SmItE tHeE!

HaShem have mercy on Dap.

 

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of marinara, I have no fear for I have filled my horn with dipping sauce and girded my pork loins. Bacon shall be my sword and mushrooms my sheild. The Great Panopoulos shall not forsake me.