Liked for joke and unliked for poor taste in apples.
Thus began the Malus pumila Wars. Let’s hope Rome doesn’t win again.
Liked for joke and unliked for poor taste in apples.
Thus began the Malus pumila Wars. Let’s hope Rome doesn’t win again.
What got my goat again today is the limited variety of apples we can usually buy. The month or so when many other local ones are available around here is my fave time of year, and that’s a big reason. So many different flavors (rich flavors!), and textures, and colors!
As a graphic designer, oh yeah that burns my biscuits.
Yes, but more accurately, people with no situational awareness because they care more about their phones than the outside world.
If I had no moral compunction, I could make a killing as a pickpocket.
FTFY
Exactly. If people want to meander, I’m fine with that. It’s when they slow everyone else down by acting as though we don’t all have to share public space that irks me.
On the flip side, what makes me really happy is that at this point in my life, most (though not all) of my problems are merely irksome. Not old enough to have debilitating health issues, though that will come as it always does. Not young enough to have debilitating lack of experience. Middle age is turning out to be relatively mellow now that I’ve given up my plans to fix the world and settled for accomplishing a little percussive maintenance on my corner of it.
Or writing fake news on Fecklessbook. IJS.
Oh, that reminds me of another thing that chaps my Cheetos…people who deny stealing cookies when they’re caught with their hand in the jar.
People in general, I fucking hate you all.
…is the right answer!
I would have also accepted Egremont Russet or Worcester Pearmain.
Second time posting this today:
I like fake news, assuming it’s satire. What grinds my gears is people who pass along satire as true news stories because they can’t be arsed to think critically
People that mix forward and back slash and who say or type one when they mean the other.
For example when I see something like this: “you can do this\that” it drives me up the wall.
As I like to say, I’m not *ist. I hate all people equally regardless of race, region, nationality, or orientation.
One for all the haters out there.
Sharing the bed with my cat is grinding my gears. Even though he is the more persnickety of the two of us, he has NO problem at all with me on or in the bed in fact he ranks this as a highlight of his day, but then again I:
I wake up overheated or sore, or with stomach-icing terror or dread, and I need my energy for the day. You can suggest I sleep somewhere else but he’ll follow me. If I close the door he will wail and wake the other people up.
I have a slightly overweight golden retriever who does the same thing, except that she also gets up at least twice a night.
This is another reason why my cat Sully has not ever been allowed in my bedroom; give them an inch, they’ll take ten miles.