WHAT GETS YOU TOTALLY PISSED OFF!?!?

Any time anyone mentions the words "The Strokes" and "good" in the same sentance.

Unless it's something along the lines of "The Strokes are so FAR from ever being good, that surely the Poptones roster looks entertaining from where they are."

Liggers. It really annoys me, when people get so bad that they won't go to a show unless they're put on the guest list, and when they expect you to put them on the guest list just because you're promoting the gig/in the band/friends with someone and so on. I even once was told by someone who had a choice of three gigs to go to that they'd go to whichever 'they could get into for free'. It really winds me up.

I also hate it when people eat chips with the bag upside down, opened at the wrong end. Irrational that last one...

choice of three gigs to go to that they'd go to whichever 'they could get into for free'.

You didn't mention the fact that this was AFTER he had listened to us going on and on about how worried we were about attendance at that gig, and how if we lost money on it, we could go bankrupt. And after listening to this for 20 minutes, he blithely turned around and asked to be put on the guest list.

KILL HIM! FUCKING KILL HIM! KILL HIM, ALREADY, KILL HIM!!!

Boyfriends.

people that have no vocab. Me "the previous track sucked" Bill "trying to be smart or something? previous..cant say that last track?" PREVIOUS! arghh. i hate Bill people

Like Blanche Dubois, deliberate cruelty. Not the odd offhand mean comment, but acts and words premeditated to wound people deeply. I've been thinking about this the last couple of days, I am just disgusted at how low people can sink in order to have some sense of revenge or satisfaction.*

*nothing bad has happened to me personally lately, but a couple of friends.

Dave Navarro. His idiotic goateed mug is all over the place in LA this week, a poster at every bus stop. What is that retarded thing he's doing with his hands in the photo? Oooh, witchy. And the title of his album--"Trust No One"--please. And his stupid junkie stories--any ex-junkie who's not embarrassed about his cliched behavior is a moron. And his fashion commentary on MTV. Sorry, dude, you're no Pat Smear.

I think he's spelling TOMB. Oooo. _Spin_ published an excerpt from his book. Some people try so hard to be bad, and end up just looking pathetic.

I like you, Arthur. Post more often. :-)

What gets me -- people who refuse to see just how blind, limited or in the box they are. It applies to so many situations, and I have my own hurdles there too. But I like to think I know they're there and what they are.

I don't see how Dave Navarro is important enough to bother hating, unless you're his neighbor or landlord or something. It's like saying you hate the bass player from Black Oak Arkansas' guts. I'm sure he (Navarro) deserves no better, mind you.

Iain Duncan Smith's expression.

You asked for it. Drivers. Bad drivers. People who do not use their directionals while driving. People who do not buckle their children into seat belts. People who smoke in their cars with their windows all rolled up tight with children in the car. People who park where it clearly states there is to be no parking. Rude people. Inconsiderate people. Racism. Catholicism. Homophobia. Baseball announcers. Radio announcers. People who think they are so much better than anyone else because they listen to prog rock. MTV. The Real World. Commercialism. Consumerism. Comic book stores that are whores for Marvel and DC. Record stores that sell only mainstream records. Elitism. Closed minded people. People who know how to talk, but not listen. Selfish people. People who say hurtful things on purpose. Upstairs neighbors who listen to nothing but disco. Oh yea, Fred Durst.

Everything.

dude, you think you got bad neighbours? Mine had UB40's red Red Wine on repeat for 45 minutes yesterday....as to the question, homophobes, religious wankers who shove it down my throat, parents who don't treat their kids right, and a government that won't apologise to the indigenous population of Oz.

Conseratives ( the Canadian alliance here in Canada)
Toronto
Bad Art
Doggerel
people who mock my spelling

when my computer messes up...hmmm...I have to think about this one, I think I usually get annoyed about things for no reason at all!

When people deliberately and unambiguously try to shortchange you, as if you were completely brain-dead. Those "truth.com" commercials (especially the one with the Shredder 2000). The melodramatic background music NBC plays when advertising that "it's an episode you'll never forget".

People who get off a train or escalator (or walk out of a building, car, or anything else) then walk out in the middle of of the street and then STOP and gawk around. You know, if you don't know where you're going, move aside and let the people who DO know where they're going through. The number or people I have nearly walked over for doing that... and then if you *do* collide with them, they look at you like it's your fault. We're all moving - YOU'RE the one that stopped.

Slow people, generally. People that walk slower, drive slower, move slower, they should all just be shot. You know, the highway has three lanes depending on how fast you are moving, why can't the pavement? And people who STAND on the left side of the escalator as you are trying to walk up it... should ALSO be SHOT!!!

In fact, just do me a favour and SHOOT EVERYBODY!!! Then the world will be clean and pure and just for me.

I quite agree. I am tired of having to shove stupid people out of the way because their idea of a great place to contemplate their next move is IN MY WAY. As I work at Oxford Circus this is a particularly common problem with moronic tourists and educationally subnormal teenagers standing still in the middle of one of the busiest streets in the universe.

In general, my answer would be: other people.

Talking about loud music neighbour playing - the bloke upstairs has gone nuts recently. Monday we got Sgt pepper on repeat very loud. Wednesday it was The Unforgettable Fire. Tuesday I daresay held promise. Each time the usually pleasant kids playing outside threatened to climb the seven flights of stairs and punch his lights out. Wednesday night the riot police were called in. I slept through much of this but sounds awful exciting wouldn't you agree.

Oddly other people getting pissed off about silly little things really pisses me off. Go figure. (Even odd, my serene attitude to the slings'n'arrows of life often pisses other people off which causes some sort of critical mass to occur.)

The riot police were NOT called in you liar! Though they should've been. I was thinking of taking up sniping as a hobby to silence the fuckers.

Early on it was quite entertaining. But not when I wanted to sleep. And the argument basically went 'Come down here and I'll give you a kicking' 'No you come up here and I'll give you a pounding' only with more fucking and cunting. Bloody council estates.

Well according to Kiwi lodger, when she nipped out to have a fag, riot police were on their way up. This would have been about midnight and you may well have been asleep - its well known that you would sleep through a nuclear war (though unlike cockraoches you may not survivie in the long run). So its Kiwi lodgers lie not mine if it is not true.

My lies are usually far more plausible.

No they're not Pete, you liar.

Why was she nipping out for a fag when we have a perfectly good flat to smoke in? And even I couldn't sleep through that. I only sleep through acts of God e.g thunderstorms, volcanoes.

And she can be something that pisses me off, for when I ran into the bathroom this morning thinking I was going to finally throw up, she was stood there brushing her antipodean teeth. Grrr.

Can I just add what a pleasure it must be for Pete and Emma to be able to bicker at work almost as effectively as they bicker outside work. Now all we need is for them to get into text-message bickering and they'll be able to bicker during every waking moment.

Stop fighting it and get married, I say.

Bring in psychic bickering and we could even do it in our sleep. Anyway, there is no way we are getting together - I don't think she even thinks I'm sweet. People thinking we should get married just because we live together and bicker - now that pisses me off.

motor cars, TV, the free market and meat.

social climbers. i can't stand people who will suck up to others just cos they think it will get them somewhere in the social hierarchy. its gross and WAY too much of it goes on in this town.

People who can't remember anything.
People who ask me for even the SMALLEST, TINIEST favours, ever. In fact, anyone who tries to get me to think about them, instead of me.

Listen, you wanna talk about neighbors? Let me tell you about my mom's neighbors. They have some sort of pet dwarf. That's the best thing about them, that they have a pet dwarf that jumps on a trampoline. The husband is an abusive alcoholic and a complete psychopath. He keeps trying to attack my dad, he once cut his tree down ON my dad's car and then started screaming like a lunatic at him for having the nerve to park his own car in his own driveway. The cops have been called to our house countless times because of this guy going off. My mom sued him for the damages to the car and won but he hasn't paid yet. The latest and greatest was his attempt to kill my mom by sabotaging her car. Oh, that was a fun one.

They really make me glad for my cranky arse neighbors, or the potsmokers downstairs. I mean, I could have psychopatic murders with pet dwarves instead.

Or you could live above an Orange Julius factory and smell like a citrus all day. That would be Gervy!

Paul used to have (back before I knew him) CRAZY MOTHERFUCKA NEIGHBOURS who used to threaten him regularly, and even SHOOT at him. This was in Camden, which, I suppose, says a lot.

While I find myself agreeing with most of your grievances, I'd have to give an extra special shout-out to pedestrian traffic in general. Sidewalks, malls, middle of the road, crosswalks - you'd think people are just inept and dopey. (Well, actually, I do, but only because I know myself so well.)

You get the WIDE LOAD folks meandering from lane to lane. You have the sportsters squeezing into every single nook & cranny to get to where they're going so much faster. You've the little kids running to & fro, with their lazy parents huffing, "Get back here!" You've the posse of teenagers walking slower than death, popping gum and zits all the live-long day. The hip-hoppers dragging their Sean John pants on the ground. The elderly couples veering into heavy traffic, befuddled and confounded.

Oh, lord.

As far as "One More Time" goes, I only have to hear that vocodered voice for a few seconds before going apeshit.

I fucking LOATHE pedestrians and other drivers. Particularly people who get lost and figure that the best place to go to figure out where they are is THE MIDDLE OF THE BUSIEST SECTION OF THE SIDEWALK/ROAD (delete where applicable). Another HUGE peeve is people who zoom up on traffic until the last possible moment, when they slam on their brakes, and then (this is the part that gets me) START HONIKNG THEIR FUCKING HORN, like it isn't their fault that they had to slam on their brakes to avoid creating a 20 car pileup. Oh, and people who won't let you switch lanes, no matter how long you have your signal on. These people should be clubbed to death as part of driver's ed.

Getting a car has done absolutely nothing for my temper...

Which now means you are *perfectly* ready to move to California!

Silly Ned. I don't own a handgun yet.

Oh, we can take care of that, my friend. Heh heh heh.

Just myself, really. Oh, and bad public transport experiences when I've got to catch a plane/train.

Cab drivers who don't know where they're going irk the shit out of me, too. How hard is it to buy a map and consult that before turning on the meter?

I remember one time a cab driver started yelling at me and my friend because he didn't know where he was going! Then he just started practically crying, saying "I just don't know where I am", til finally we somehow came across someplace we recognized and were able to get out.

Wow, Nicole. That's so pathological! I don't know if I would have started laughing or run in the opposite direction as fast as I could.

My favorite lost cab driver story is the guy who didn't know where Harvard Square was, so he decided to drive us to Kenmore Square instead. WTF? I mean, they aren't that far apart, but they're in DIFFERENT CITIES. We laughed about that one. Eventually.

What pisses me off is pissing me off at this very moment: people who do not want to do their jobs and act as if you were asking them to carry the moon on their shoulders when you do ask them to perform a duty that is part of their job. And then you hear that person in the hallway talking to someone else and saying "oh, well I just tell them what they want to hear and then I do it whenever I feel like, if I ever feel like it," and when you confront them they tell you to lighten up. And it pisses me off that I will get fired if I bitchslap him like I want to.

We were kind of laughing at him at the end of it, because it was just so odd. But both of us were kind of concerned because we were basically both tourists and were afraid we were going to get dumped in some bad part of San Francisco just because he didn't have a clue as to how to get around the city.

I've had particularly bad luck with cab drivers in general, 90 percent of them have had some kind of weird psychological problem. I didn't even tell you about the Russian who freaked out in the middle of the highway because his cab broke down.

Michele, do you work with me?? I think a girl I work with called Michele said the exact same thing to me like two days ago.

That is my evil twin. No. I am the evil twin. Actually, I think all people named Michele are cursed with a tempermant that precludes us from having patience or tact.

NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. NON-CAREER RABBIT. I will offer large sums of imaginary cash to anyone who can tell me what the fuck the girl in that Hedex advert is meant to be saying.

Adverts that create potential customers are truly the way forward.

Michele is my boss

fucking projects for school that are impossible to gather information for

bossy,bitchy,crotchety,close minded old people that are miserable and angry and want to blame everyone else for it.

I get totally pissed off because my name is too common! Better than being called Columbine tho. A near miss.

I guess what really gets me upset, is when you write to someone and they don't go out of their way to answer you. I don't think there is much more ignorant than that :( ( It doesn't matter if they are business people, friends or strangers. If I'm written to and asked a question, I will answer it. Gale

oh everything. I R curmudgeonly.