Things you have an irrational hatred of

[spike]

the house guest that sleeps until noon or 1..

Start being aggressively loud - especially near her quarters - around like 9-10am. Like vacuuming etc.

you really think doug knows how to operate a vacuum cleaner?

I meant just slam it into her door a few times. Not even plug it in.

[doug rr]

she rolled out of bed around 2pm...I'm a great vacuumer btw...love the Dyson..we're leaving her with the dog for 36 hours..we'll see if either of them are alive when we get home tomorrow

[spike]

How many pizza boxes will be piled up when you get back?

[Ello Sailor]

Browsing local listings for percussion instruments for sale and 90+% of the results are chakra crystal singing bowls. What the actual fuck.

[Bammer]

Browsing local listings for percussion instruments for sale and 90+% of the results are chakra crystal singing bowls. What the actual fuck.

We’re makin’ reverberations!

[knee tunes]

the house guest that sleeps until noon or 1..

Who even does that past the age of 30?

I certainly don't.

Not at Doug's house

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

When a local restaurant, with a single national location, makes me select the location that I'll be using for my takeout order.

This is a good one. Apparently tailoring apps to suit individual establishments is a pain in the ass? There is no tipping culture in New Zealand but nearly all of them have the prompt, for example. It pisses people off lol.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I hate how any software is now marketing itself as AI capable. “Use our tax software with AI assist”

[lennytheweedwhacker]

The only AI assist I want is on a fast break with Allen Iverson.

[Ello Sailor]

The only AI assist I want is on a fast break with Allen Iverson.

Fuckin' hell yeah, dude.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

The only AI assist I want is on a fast break with Allen Iverson.

Fuckin' hell yeah, dude.

I hope we can hoop it up together someday.

[wease]

The San Francisco 49ers

[lennytheweedwhacker]

The San Francisco 49ers

Go get bent

[Bammer]

The San Francisco 49ers

You just hate that they have a good QB making a tiny salary.

[wease]

The San Francisco 49ers

You just hate that they have a good QB making a tiny salary.

No, I hate them. All of them.

[Peeps]

smokers

[bodysnatcher]

people who pronounce “important” like “impor’ant”

[Vitalogist]

Along similar lines, people who say “acrost” instead of “across.”