Things That Annoy Me, But Shouldn't

eBay sellers who list their item as ‘used’ (which eBay defines as: “An item showing signs of wear but which operates as intended”) and then further down the listing put additional notes saying things like ‘Untested’ or ‘For spares only’.

 

I see this all the time on a local auction site. There'll be a vacuum cleaner or something and under 'condition' it says 'untested', and I'm all, 'well, plug the damned thing in and test it". I guess 'untested' means 'doesn't work'.

 

I’ve resorted to watching dubbed movies and I hate when they forget about the Doppler effect when someone is walking

 

My hair.

I hate going to the hairdressers - especially in the UK where just booking an appointment makes things weird. There's usually plenty of options which of none is simply "I want my hair cut".

On top of that - my first UK hairdresser felt very unprofessional and I doubt she was actually trained for her job.

Problem is... I last cut it in November, or possibly early December... It's just hit my shoulders and is now uncontrollable and I can barley look myself in the mirror without hating myself.

I trust Lost to cut my fringe... But if the rumours are true that it might be another 6 months until we can go to the hairdressers... I might have to trust him with actually cutting my hair.

 

No affiliation with the youtuber in question :

 

If I was working from home I'd cut my hair in a heartbeat! Not... into a deathhawk, mind you, but shorten it to a more workable length.

I used to do it all the time... back when I was to scared to go to a hairdresser but it usually ended in tears and shaming from my mother. And then shaming from the hairdresser when I finally built up the currage to go... Though I suppose noone can really complain after a x-month long lockdown?

 

Cooking! Or even just preparing a meal. All the time I'm working on it I can't help but wonder if it's worth the effort. The dirty pots it leaves, the mess, the time it takes. I have to grab this plate for that, that knife for this, find somewhere to put the onion scraps so they don't stink the house out... and I'm not one of these who can leave the mess until after the meal. I have to clean up before I eat the meal. Is it any wonder convenience foods sell so well?

 

I have the mother of a childhood friend friended on FB. She spends all day posting ancient recipe cards in deeply questionable colors, all of which was surely banned by the American Heart Association years ago.

"Try the ground beef, suet, and salt casserole tonight! A satisfying treat that's sure to rid you of that pesky husband already tackling COPD. And so simple to make! One pound ground chuck, one pound fresh suet, one pound salt!"

 

No, if I'm going to eat unhealthily, I'll be damned if I'm cooking it too!!

 

I love oil painting for a hobby, but for the life of me I can’t stand painting anything else... Period! Go figure.

 

I have my grandmother's old Betty Crocker Cook Book. I think every recipe in the book, including salads, starts with a pound of Crisco. How she made it to ninety-thee is beyond me.
Edit: ninety-three. Apparently that was an indecipherable typo.

 

Ninety-Thee?
90-Theee?
Thee 90?

 

I didn’t know what Crisco was...if you google you’ll see that ‘free cook books with Crisco in every recipe’ was part of the early marketing campaign - turn of the 1900s...

...and again- rather ‘salt & fat’ than ‘soya & palm’ yadda yadda, boreface me...

 

Isn't that how they all do? If you get your recipes from Velveeta, every recipe is guaranteed to contain Velveeta.

I wonder if Crisco started that.

 

I can feel my arteries clog just thinking about that.

 

I thought I was saying you have one of those books in your possession.

You were exclaiming how ‘every recipe contains Crisco..’

...I have only fragments, memory of Velveeta...as if 1970s...it’s only American today?

 

I was exaggerating slightly for humorous effect. I included salads. The point is, people consumed a crazy amount back in the day.

 

No...you were not exaggerating...every recipe literally does contain Crisco...that is the absolute point, you see, even if you thought you were exaggerating, and you were humorous.

 

Afaik, it was flour mills that started publishing recipe books: Monarch, Robin Hood, Weston. The oldest one I've actually held in my hand was by Purity flour, c. WWI, but I'm pretty sure the practice goes back to the nineteenth century. I've seen some pretty old ones for condensed milk, lard and oatmeal.

Weird thing is, many of the women who learned to cook with Crisco shortening, Tenderflake lard and Lucerne butter are still alive, in their eighties and nineties.
Just how sure are we that our dietary guidelines are so much better?
Or maybe it's because they also kneaded their own bread dough, whipped the eggs with a hand-whisk, rolled out the pasta, scrubbed the pots, tabletop and floor and chopped the kindling for the stove.

I can't help it. I'm an editor. Nothing is ever finished.

 

Still, nothing fries chicken quite the same.

 

Heh heh, you smut, I'm dribbling for my 2021 language exchange, mmm.

 

Will you be exchanging it for one I can understand?

 

Draft remains my ally. Working toward sense always.

 

It annoys me that my dog doesn't savor her treats. Whenever I stop at 7-11 I get her a hot dog. She doesn't even chew it, just gulp and gone. I'm over there like, come on now, I just spent a dollar on that, at least chew it! I now break it up into smaller pieces so she doesn't choke. On the other hand, my rabbit chews thoroughly before stuffing his face again. I like getting him his dried pineapple and watch as he turns into a maniac trying to yank it from my hand, only to sit back and *nomnomnomnomnomnom* away until it's gone before acting like a maniac again for another piece. Why can't my dog be like my rabbit?