Things that seem to annoy other people that don't bother me so much:
Things that probably annoy me more than they do anyone else:
A wombat and I once engaged in debate on #4 dislike -- elevators used for a quick foot commute rest as opposed to an amazing speed burst -- but even though I'm on the other side of the debate that doesn't stop me from realizing they should be called: Human Hummers!
(duh - escalators)
Posted by: hackly_fracture on January 23, 2003 10:13 AMAnd even more annoying is escalator-blockers smoking cigars in summer: humid human-humidor hummers.
Would anyone else put on the YangList the blindingness of the 11-pixel grey-on-white serif font on a regular Mac monitor?
Posted by: bootsy on January 23, 2003 11:29 AMYour escalators gripe sounds like the 1930s New Yorker cartoon that never was: one grizzled oldie stuck behind a resting type turns to his friend and says, "Nowadays even stairs have to be a damn ride."
(Hey, I never claimed it was a *funny* cartoon-that-never-was. That's why I said New Yorker.)
I suspect it's the soothing effect of muzak. What you need to do is slip into every major department store in NYC and sneak some 180 bpm techno into their CD players.
Posted by: Rory on January 23, 2003 12:49 PMOn No. 7, I *really* agree -- and I reserve special hostility for establishments that tune into Smooth Jazz CD 101.9.
The appearance of No. 6 as applied to babies several years ago led me to write this screed, which I admit is a bit histrionic but shares your pain: http://ctina.com/baby.html.
Posted by: Christina on January 23, 2003 02:13 PMThe link Christina was trying to post:
http://ctina.com/baby.html
(HTML doesn't work on the comments, but URLs will render as links)
Posted by: BT on January 23, 2003 02:17 PMWhat's up with "Oh, the Places You'll Go!"?
Not sure I've read it.
Posted by: boxjam on January 23, 2003 02:57 PMActually tying in nicely with the previous post from the Grand Wombah, there was an amazing story in the New Yorker fiction issue a couple of years ago by George Saunders. The title was, I think "I Can Talk! (tm)" and it was written as a customer service department letter responding to a complaint by a mother who didn't like her I Can Talk. Said device being a mouth thingee you strapped on your own baby that simulated the baby's speaking well before the child was able to do so. It was brilliant. Brilliant, I tells ya.
Posted by: Scott on January 23, 2003 03:51 PMI don't mind the automated phone queues as long as:
1) there is no "our menu has changed" preface
2) you may opt out to speak with a homo sapiens by pressing 0.
Even worse than the people who stop at the end of escalators are the people who stop outside revolving doors.
This reads ominously like the list Eric Harris (of Columbine High School fame) made of things he hated and wanted to destroy. The one that comes to mind is "people who pronounce 'espresso' wrong, like with an X."
That soft-chimey keyboard is a Yamaha DX7. Destroy them all!
Posted by: DC on January 27, 2003 06:34 PM