You Know What Grinds My Gears? - Things that personally piss you off

[Boom Boss]

Fatties that push their bad eating and exercising habits on other people. Everybody should promote good food and fitness.

 

[The Last Stand]

Fatties that push their bad eating and exercising habits on other people. Everybody should promote good food and fitness.

Stop preaching fatophobia, you bigot.

 

[UnsufficentBoobage]

I have to use VPN and cannot download vodeos from bfi.org.uk (wanna watch old silent yellow peril movies).

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I have to use VPN and cannot download vodeos from bfi.org.uk (wanna watch old silent yellow peril movies).

Taking this a step further, security experts and others encouraging use of VPNS (reasonable in and of itself) only to discover this means:

• Going through additional hoops to do routine tasks such as online banking, or
• Discovering frequently-browsed sites block anyone using a VPN.

 

[Jason Wynn]

1:30 AM

I go out on my back patio to have a smoke. It’s a nice, quiet night and I’m sitting in my chair smoking and enjoying the peace.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

okay, that sounded like a knock on the side of the house or something. Definitely not a normal sound to hear in this neighborhood so late at night. I’m on alert now. Is there some junkie or homeless bum or thief skulking around? Do they have a weapon? I stand up, turn towards where I thought the sound was coming from and wait.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Wait, it’s someone knocking on the fence. What the fuck? I look closer and it’s my fucking neighbor in the dead of night down on his knees hammering at the perfectly normal and not needing repairs in the slightest especially at 1:30 in the goddamn pitch dark night fence.

WHY CANT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS JUST BE NORMAL!? JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!

 

[The Curmudgeon]

Not too long ago, I watched a wonderful documentary about the Kumbh Mela. If you're not familiar with it, it's basically a massive Hindu festival and one of the largest peaceful gatherings of human beings on the planet.

There was one thing in the documentary that irritated me. Firstly, even though the festival is primarly a Hindu one, they're generally friendly and accepting to non-Hindus coming to their event. At the beginning of the documentary, several foreigners were being interviewed. The one that irritated me was this fat British lady saying the Kumbh Mela isn't a Hindu festival, but everyone's festival. She was really smug too.

As some of you know, I'm very vehemently anti-SJW. I despise the whole concept of cultural appropriation. Despite all that, this woman's smug attitude regarding the Kumbh Mela pissed me off. She's lucky they welcomed her fat ass there in the first place! How would she like it if foreigners came along and tried to say a uniquely British festival or religious event was for everyone? I'm sure she would hate it!

Thanks for hearing me out on my weird diatribe about something really niche.

 

[Not a bee]

League of Legends players

 

[PaleTay]

Honestly, a lot of what my family does but one story without being too specific in particular just makes me upset. My grandfather had a 9 month old large dog which was poorly trained and didn't get much exercise, one day he took it to the park and in its excitement it climbed over my grandmother's seat and its claws cut her face. He put it down the next week.

 

[The Last Stand]

Being on hold for an hour and having to stay on the line.

 

[Meat Target]

My dryer is a piece of garbage. It takes even some small loads 2 or 3 cycles to get completely dry.

And yes, I have cleaned the lint trap and the duct.

There have been times when I've had to stay up till 1 or 2 am on a weeknight to make sure I have clean clothes for work.

 

[Newman's Lovechild]

People who find it necessary to Politispeg through their favorite fictitious characters.

This was brought to my attention recently

Thinking about it again, I doubt that Mike Mignola fully appreciated the optics of having the beast of the apocalypse endorse Biden/Harris.

Anyway, it's a slight counterpoint in that the official representations of fictional characters are too often used as politisperging mouthpieces. I can't really fault a bit of turnabout, as long as it's not excessive.

And as long as the politics match my own, of course.

 

[Pokemonquistador2]

Your friend is just retarded, dude. If you think that guys don't routinely get accused of being gay if they call another guy handsome, I don't know which rock you've been living under. It's not like the whole "No homo" line hasn't been a very well known trope since forever.

At least since Bill Burr had hair:

Because why waste a good opportunity to shove your retarded political ideology into people's faces?

This mystifies me. At least old school Puritans shoved their beliefs in others' faces because they believed doing so was their only hope of going to Heaven. What are modern-day SJW zealots putting their hopes in? Twitter asspats? Saving Mother Gaia? Or just showing the rest of the herd how compliant they are with the official SJW approved dogma?

Anyway, my biggest sources of pain are the weather and my car. I live in the Midwest so the chances of a day resembling a nice, dry, climate controlled room are about .2 percent. Winter is a Bataan Death March of cold, dark grimness, where I'm constantly on edge wondering when my car's going to fall to the wayside and die. My apartment building was also bought out by a corporation that insists on waking all of their tenants up at 4am the day after a snowfall and moving their cars into the street (where it's illegal to park them,) so they can snowplow the parking lot. So I either let my car remain where it is and get towed, or I move my car out into the street and get towed. Or I go to work at 4am when it's 26 degrees below zero and pray that my car doesn't break down along the way because I will absolutely die in that kind of weather. Fuck winter, fuck cars and fuck corporations.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

People that put absurdly large 80" inch TVs in their tiny living room/apartment.

And he's talked of getting an even larger one.

Reminds me of the "parlor walls" in Fahrenheit 451.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

Being on hold for an hour and having to stay on the line.

Being on the phone with an agent about a billing issue, having the phone die or call drop mid-conversation, and the agent making no attempt to call you back on the alternate number they asked for just in case this very scenario happens. Bonus points if it happens far enough into the conversation that the issue is nearly resolved.

 

[Aib Ld]

Two same-sex friends. People immediately think of them as gay.
Bonus points: The creator calls them as 'gay' too, but you have no idea if it's to get the rabid fandom off their back or actually confirms they're gay.
Bonus bonus points: The creator says so at the end of their (story) arc, which retcons their very strong friendship or is just out of nowwhere since there's nothing that points to it.

 

[Gourmet Race]

When the teacher tells you to draw X for your project but you can't draw shit, and no matter how much effort you put in, you get a shitty score. Shit's just unfair for those that just suck at drawing. You can be the smartest kid in school but if you aren't good at drawing, then you just have to take the inevitable L.

 

[The Last Stand]

When the teacher tells you to draw X for your project but you can't draw shit, and no matter how much effort you put in, you get a shitty score. Shit's just unfair for those that just suck at drawing. You can be the smartest kid in school but if you aren't good at drawing, then you just have to take the inevitable L.

Just like with gym class. If it's art class, good luck.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

When the teacher tells you to draw X for your project but you can't draw shit, and no matter how much effort you put in, you get a shitty score.

I was always glad that art at my K-8 school was a once or twice a month subject and we were graded either Satisfactory or Unsatisfactory. The only ways to earn the latter grade were to either not participate or put zero effort into whatever the project that day happened to be.

Just like with gym class.

There was no apparent criteria for my grade school gym class. One year, we were given a written exam on volleyball rules and I think most of us failed because we thought it was a prank by the teacher because it was the one and only time we ever had a written test in gym. In 8th grade, we were told we'd get extra credit if we attended a basketball game that winter, but I still somehow managed to get the equivalent of C despite dressing properly, participating every week that quarter, and attending the basketball game in question .

In high school, we had a test early on during the first semester of PE on general physical fitness concepts. It was easy enough to pass because the questions were simple and it was 20 true/false questions, but it still made no sense to give a written exam on PE stuff. At least the book report I did for the health segment of PE made more sense.

Tying in with this, a personal piss off is teachers at any level who already know how they will grade a student no matter how well they do or how much effort they put into a class. I had a literature professor in college who gave me a C on every graded assignment no matter how much effort I put into it and how postive the student reviews were of my in-class presentation. Had I attended college after SocJus began to permeate college campuses, I'd wonder if she had a thing against male students. I was pleasantly surprised to learn I got a C-plus as my final grade. To me, that was as good as an A.

 

[Boom Boss]

When the teacher tells you to draw X for your project but you can't draw shit, and no matter how much effort you put in, you get a shitty score. Shit's just unfair for those that just suck at drawing. You can be the smartest kid in school but if you aren't good at drawing, then you just have to take the inevitable L.

Just like with gym class. If it's art class, good luck.

I was always glad that art at my K-8 school was a once or twice a month subject and we were graded either Satisfactory or Unsatisfactory. The only ways to earn the latter grade were to either not participate or put zero effort into whatever the project that day happened to be.


There was no apparent criteria for my grade school gym class. One year, we were given a written exam on volleyball rules and I think most of us failed because we thought it was a prank by the teacher because it was the one and only time we ever had a written test in gym. In 8th grade, we were told we'd get extra credit if we attended a basketball game that winter, but I still somehow managed to get the equivalent of C despite dressing properly, participating every week that quarter, and attending the basketball game in question .

In high school, we had a test early on during the first semester of PE on general physical fitness concepts. It was easy enough to pass because the questions were simple and it was 20 true/false questions, but it still made no sense to give a written exam on PE stuff. At least the book report I did for the health segment of PE made more sense.

Tying in with this, a personal piss off is teachers at any level who already know how they will grade a student no matter how well they do or how much effort they put into a class. I had a literature professor in college who gave me a C on every graded assignment no matter how much effort I put into it and how postive the student reviews were of my in-class presentation. Had I attended college after SocJus began to permeate college campuses, I'd wonder if she had a thing against male students. I was pleasantly surprised to learn I got a C-plus as my final grade. To me, that was as good as an A.

Thankfully all my art and gym classes were lenient and gave me easy As. I fucking sucked ass and still got As for effort.

I did have a wood shop class that was hard for me. I struggled to make plastic tools using the saw machine. One of them was a basic little ice scraper. No matter how much I tried to make it work, the sides came out jagged instead of smooth. Teacher was useless and didn't teach much. Just stayed behind a computer and played solitaire all day. Got a C in that class I think.

I also remember having to make 3D paper shapes for a math class for some reason. I cut out the patterns on paper and then glued the sides together. The sides were all slightly pushed in because I had to hold them together while the glue dried. When I was waiting for the bus, I dropped one of the shapes in a puddle so it got soaking wet. I got a C on that piece of shit as well.

I was always bad at these classes that required me to automatically be good at working with my hands, with no prior experience and nobody teaching how to actually do it. I feel for any person who got bad grades due to these bullshit requirements.

 

[Pargon]

Every single fucking thing in the world is now designed to advertise at you. Good fucking luck getting your smartphone to stop pushing shit at you that you don’t care about. My bank app sends me banner ads about the loans it offers. You can’t shut it off. The programs I use at my job, which my company pays for, puts ads for affiliates in front of me that I have to dismiss just to do what I’m being paid to do. The Kiwifarms is, without hyperbole, the single website I regularly visit which does not have advertisements my unconscious brain has to engage to ignore. Everything I use, everything I look at, every thing I turn on is marketing something else at me after I gave the fucking company which produced it money I earned for the privilege. There. Is. No. Escape.

If I could line up every marketing person around the world and their families and execute them one at a time for months I would begin yesterday.