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

When the spell check on my phone/laptop doesn't properly work. Sometimes it'll tell me that a word is misspelled, sometimes the autocorrect will replace words willy nilly.
We know you love hot GILLS man, that's the only type of smell you're around with those women!
 
The latest 'Nespresso' advert with George Clooney and two dumb women.

No idea what the message is, it's fake and ghey and a mistake that it was ever given permission to air.
 
When software thinks it knows what I want better than I do- whether it's search engines giving me results that are only somewhat adjacent to what I'm actually searching for or autocorrect "correcting" something I typed right the first time.
 
I think I hate each and every single person who's ever commented on an online recipe. You see that a recipe for pumpkin bread or whatever has less baking soda than you'd expect, so you go to the comments to see if the recipe gives good results, forgetting that the comments are always worthless. Every comment is something like this:

"Great recipe! I substituted half the flour with gluten-free rye flour, the other half with powdered cassava root. I cut the sugar in half and substituted (sugar-free) honey. I added a pint of coconut water and a snifter of boric acid. I cut the baking soda in half and added six tablespoons of cream of tartar. Then I removed the honey I'd added and substituted stevia extract. I cooked it for half the recommended time, then finished it off over a burning pile of thermite. Great recipe, will make again."

No indication if they even made the recipe as written on the site, let alone helpful feedback about how it might turn out. Instead they hijack the comments to basically rewrite the recipe entirely. It's not just unhelpful, it's anti-helpful. Motherfucker, if I was interested in your shitty recipe, I'd go to your shitty Pinterest page. Fuck offfffff.
 
When Europoors try to say Americans are dumb for not knowing hyper-specific European history/geography/politics/etc.
Especially with how, only counting the Continental 48, almost the entirety of Europe can fit inside of the USA, and most individual nations are smaller than American states. Seriously, the German Democratic Republic (East Germany) for instance? The entirety of the GDR could fit inside my home state with around 12,000 square miles of room to spare.

Again, just counting the Continental 48, only 9 American states have less than 30,000 square miles in size. If we don't count Russia/RKU or Kazahkstan and the other mostly-in-Asia "European" countries, quite literally MOST European countries are smaller than the majority of American states.
And then complaining about American politics all the damn time. “I don’t care Opa, I’m still not voting for the retards you voted for.”
This REALLY grinds my gears, especially because Europeans seem to have so many fucking opinions on American politics that we Americans must listen to, but the moment an American says anything about their politics, suddenly we're ignorant/silly/dumb/etc.
Motherfucker, how about this, most of your "countries" only exist because of WW2's outcome and if it wasn't for direct and indirect American aid, you'd have been fucking absorbed into your larger neighbors. Quit fucking yapping so hard, you aren't important at all!
 
After the original Star Trek series they went all homosex and got rid of the short skirt outfits for the females. This pisses me off to no end.

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WHY?
WHY?!?!
 
After the original Star Trek series they went all homosex and got rid of the short skirt outfits for the females. This pisses me off to no end.

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WHY?
WHY?!?!
Do you really want Stacey Abrams in your mind like that? Do you want it seared if they treat that mayor like they would lizzo in sex appeal. In Star Trek of all places?
 
Do you really want Stacey Abrams in your mind like that? Do you want it seared if they treat that mayor like they would lizzo in sex appeal. In Star Trek of all places?
No idea who these people are. I stopped watching Trek at Voyager. If they kept the outfits presumably they would've casted women who made it look good. Troi, Kira, Dax, 7 of 9, fuck even Beverly Crusher and Balana would've worked out just fine.
 
Fucking women pushing prams with their ugly kids in it who think they have more of a right to the footpath than a person in a wheelchair. Get the fuck out of the way. The ultimate slap in the face is when one of these cows is on the train with their pram in front of the wheelchair access seating. Bitch, fold that shit up and hold your baby on your lap, you think this wheelchair folds up motherfucker??
 
A few things.

i. Autists.
Yesterday I was possessed to narrow down the fundamental 'why'. I gave (a rather autistic) sense of patterns and their navigation to classify the autist and thus render the insult that is his existence more finely. But after some rest, I realize the insult is far simpler. Autists are savants. They're 'learned idiots'. There is shame in being an idiot, but far more perverse is to be a learned idiot. Someone whose dwelling in the intermedium of idiocy and wisdom gives an impression of wit that disguises what is fundamentally a retard. That disguising is what disgusts me. It's why I hate them so.

Furthermore, on the matter of autism, I've looked at some footage on autistic people, and I've come to notice that always, almost if not so, the 'parent' is a mother tired in the eyes and dead in the heart. Where is the father? I would suspect they are long gone. Despite being men, they cannot be bothered to clean up their own mess. If I had a retard son, god forbid, I'd take it out back and shoot it dead. Upon this, I speak honestly. It's my mess. I clean it up.

Lastly, autism is 'neurodiverse' in the same way some inbred horror is 'physiodiverse'. Celebrating or accepting autism is like celebrating or accepting obesity. It is an unhealthy strain of misfortune and idiosyncrasy that should be at the best of times tolerated and at the worst of times persecuted, but never accepted.

ii. The American Culture on Downies
Downies in general do not disgust me anymore than the average retard. They just happen to look like the insult they inflict upon Man. No, what particularly angers me with downies is the (American) culture surrounding them these days. Parents of downies will go on about how their child is so special to them and is such a gift from god. But after a while of hearing this, I realized that this talk made the downie seem more like a pet than a man, and that really peeved me.

People say how 'pure and innocent' the downies are. They are only so because they are too stupid to conceive evil. They are 'pure' in the same way a dog is 'pure'. There is no virtue in being good if you cannot comprehend evil. I look upon a crowd of downies and it looks like I see a pack of Nurglings.

Their existence is a mistake. Their persistence is a mercy. Their celebration is a perversion. Their propagation is a cancer and their tolerance is the only obligation they may call from others.

iii. People Who Won't Help Themselves
This can apply to many sorts of persons. Fatties who want to lose weight but don't. Incels who want to get laid but won't unfuck themselves. Depressed people who won't lighten up. Addicts who won't kick the habit. I've known many people of all those sorts at some point or another, and, as I age, the notion of their character I find increasingly contemptuous.

Pain is the impetus for change. Life starts beating on you when something needs to change. The people who feel this pain, who feel the beating of life but do nothing are ones who, despite all their protest to the contrary, are okay with the beating, sometimes they love the beating. Fatties who won't lose weight? They love being obese. Incel who won't get laid? They love being a virgin. It doesn't matter how much you say you hate something, if you keep on doing it, that can only mean you like it. If you don't, then stop.

You either get the picture or get taken out of the picture. Either unfuck yourself or stop coping and start roping. Maybe I'm too old for this shit. This sort of indecision is viscerally gay to me.
 
When software thinks it knows what I want better than I do- whether it's search engines giving me results that are only somewhat adjacent to what I'm actually searching for or autocorrect "correcting" something I typed right the first time.
I would give you twenty :winner:'s if I could. I hate that shit so much.
I think I hate each and every single person who's ever commented on an online recipe. You see that a recipe for pumpkin bread or whatever has less baking soda than you'd expect, so you go to the comments to see if the recipe gives good results, forgetting that the comments are always worthless. Every comment is something like this:

"Great recipe! I substituted half the flour with gluten-free rye flour, the other half with powdered cassava root. I cut the sugar in half and substituted (sugar-free) honey. I added a pint of coconut water and a snifter of boric acid. I cut the baking soda in half and added six tablespoons of cream of tartar. Then I removed the honey I'd added and substituted stevia extract. I cooked it for half the recommended time, then finished it off over a burning pile of thermite. Great recipe, will make again."

No indication if they even made the recipe as written on the site, let alone helpful feedback about how it might turn out. Instead they hijack the comments to basically rewrite the recipe entirely. It's not just unhelpful, it's anti-helpful. Motherfucker, if I was interested in your shitty recipe, I'd go to your shitty Pinterest page. Fuck offfffff.
Even worse when they change it then complain it's no good. "I replaced the coconut in this coconut cake with asbestos and broccoli and it didn't come out good" NO SHIT.
 
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