What Really Grinds my Gears

half-hearted grrrrr, lol

2007-01-10T16:13:04Z

I'd forgotten all about this community, but...

I've heard so many people today talking about what they did at "New Years".

It's not New Years. There's only one of them.
You could say New Year's Eve, as in the night pertaining to New Year's Day, or simply the new year, but it is not "New Years"; that's just a silly Americanism (like doing something 'on' Christmas instead of at Christmas) and we really don't want to be adopting it.

Right, that's that out of my head :)
< /complaining about nothing >

Godamnsonovabitchasshats got too many choices

2006-06-19T12:16:03Z

Yorkshire Bleeps and Bass ??? There really are far too many music genres and sub genres. Classical, jazz, folk, rock, pop and dance. Now piss off

Ambient dub
Ambient Goa
Ambient house
Chillout
Dark ambient
Dronology
Illbient
Lowercase
New Age
Psybient
Sub Dub
Breakbeat/Breaks
Baltimore breaks
Big beat
Breakcore
Brokenbeat
Cut & paste
Florida breaks
Grime
Nu skool breaks
Progressive breaks
Raggacore
Disco
Euro disco
Italo disco
Spacesynth
Downtempo/IDM
Acid jazz
Balearic Beat
Bitpop
Chiptune
Minimal Electronica
Glitch
Nu jazz
Trip Hop (aka The Bristol Sound)
Turntablism
Electronic art music
Berlin School
Electroacoustic
Synthpop
Electro
Electro bass
Electroclash
Electropop
Eurodance
Miami bass
Hardcore
4-beat
Bouncy techno
Breakbeat hardcore
Digital hardcore
Gabber
Happy hardcore
Hardcore techno
Nu style gabber
Speedcore
Terrorcore
House
2Step
Acid house
Chicago house
Dark Progressive
Deep house
Eurodance
French house
Freestyle house
Funky house
Garage
Ghetto house
Hard house
Hi-NRG
Hip house
Italo house
Minimal house/Microhouse
Pumpin' house
Progressive house
Tribal house
Tech house
Industrial
Aggrotech
Electronic body music
Futurepop
Industrial techno
Noise music
Power noise
Technoid
Jungle/Drum and Bass
Clownstep
Darkcore
Darkstep
Drill n bass
Drumfunk
Hardstep
Jump-Up
Liquid funk
Neurofunk
Oldschool jungle
Ragga jungle
Techstep
Techno
Acid techno
Detroit techno/U.S. techno
Electroclash
Freetekno
Ghettotech
Minimal techno/Glitch techno
New beat
Nortec
Rave music
Schranz
U.K. techno/Euro techno
Yorkshire Bleeps and Bass
Trance
Acid trance
Goa trance
Nu-NRG
Hard trance
Hardcore trance
Minimalist trance
Progressive trance
Psychedelic trance
Vocal trance
Uplifting trance
Hardstyle
Hands-up
Euro-Trance

Today?

2006-02-23T13:17:26Z

HEROIN

wrgmg @ 2006-02-21T16:27:00

2006-02-21T16:27:56Z

you know what really grinds my gears?

Myspace

And that's what really grinds my gears

Hawking up

2006-02-09T13:23:41Z

You know what really grinds my gears?

People gobbing all over the street. It's unattractive, it's unsanitary and frankly i don't want it all over my shoes! Why do people need to do this? If i can manage a whole day out without needing to do that surely everyone else can. It's not exactly gonna attract anyone? Whyyyyyyyyy?

Anyway, that's what really grinds my gears!

Two things today!

2006-01-18T12:25:29Z

Firstly, people who just stand in doorways! Fucking MOVE!!!

Washing UP

2006-01-09T16:40:17Z

No matter how many times you do it!

IT'S STILL ALWAYS THERE!

Plastic Spooning is the only way!

SALESPEOPLE!

2006-01-05T22:27:39Z

Particularly in places like mobile phone shops or electrical stores that pounce on you the second you walk in. I TRIED to look at some mobile phones in town today for research purposes and to compare prices but as soon as someone sidles up behind me saying "are you okay there...?" or "can I help yoooooou?" I just want to leave and not buy anything! If I NEED help I'll find you or at the very least look at you quizically in a "please help me" sort of way. If you breathe down my neck I won't buy ANYTHING.. possibly ever, from your shop! I know these dudes get commission but their approach just makes me angry. Leave me alone to make up my OWN mind... and sometimes people like to 'just browse'.

While I'm at it salespeople who call at inconvienient times can also die. Especially when you're on the phone preference service and they shouldn't even be calling you...

..and that's what really grinds my gears

Ganking!

2006-01-05T21:19:31Z

Yes, you heard me right - Ganking. It really grinds my gears. I mean, come on - I know I'm on a PvP server, so I should expect it, but when I'm a level 35 mage soloing level 33 humanoids in Stranglethorn Vale, and have pulled a second mob and am obviously struggling, when some stupid fuckwit level ?? Tauren druid comes up and hits me once and kills me instantly, where is the honour in that? And when I come back to collect my corpse he does it again. Twice. Before I even have a chance to gain any health. Arsehole.

Geez, no wonder everyone knows that the Horde are honourless backstabbing fucktards.

OK, rant over, and I know that at least 75% of you won't have a clue what I'm going on about, but I can't be arsed to explain - I just can't be arsed with ganking today lol.

And that's what really grinds my gears...

WRGMG is:

2006-01-03T18:24:35Z

Going to the chip shop to find a queue of five people all wanting six chicken kebabs with "nun o' tha' salad crap" and extra mayonnaise, 2 meat pie, chips and mushy peas specials and a dozen lardburgers when all I want is a simple bag of chips DAMMIT! - GET OUT OF MY DEITY-DAMNED WAY!!

And, while we're at it, push taps that only issue water for as long as you hold them down (like in the Flapper), how am I supposed to rub my hands together under that then Mr Plumbing Genius!?

Whew! Damn, that feels better :D

wrgmg @ 2005-11-18T17:09:00

2005-11-18T17:17:56Z

D'you know what really grinds my gears?

Getting the crap for other people's incompetence.

My landlord has had a go at me today because I wasn't available when British Gas came to do the annual gas safety inspection at my flat.

I would've been if somebody had fucking told me they were coming.

This is the second time he and his staff haven't passed the message on; I even told BG to contact me directly in future after it happened last year! Are these things really so hard?!?

It's also the second time he's had a go at me for things beyond my control: the last time was when my psycho former flatmate hadn't paid the deposit, despite telling me that he had - I didn't even know the guy, but apparently that was my fault as well.

I don't mind getting into trouble when I've done something wrong, but I'm getting severely hacked off at being blamed for other people's inability to act with intelligence or honesty.

And that's what really grinds my gears...

What not to watch

2005-11-08T13:47:43Z

Grrr, fucking Trinny and Sushanna. In the first place what do they think they look like.

I heard them putting some poor woman down for wearing what she wore in the 80s, and felt good about herself because and I quote "...she feels as though that was a time when she was young and looked her best, but seriously needed to wear clothes that were more suited to her now that she was in her late 30s."

Bollocks!

I wear the same style of clothes that I wore in the 80s. Tight black jeans with a black t shirt or scruffy baggy dungarees. Doc Martins boots, by default.

I looked great then and I look fucking great now. And I'm 40.

Fuck em!

wrgmg @ 2005-10-21T13:26:00

2005-10-21T12:28:28Z

You know what really grinds my gears?

People who wander around town with cases on wheels, tripping everyone up, slowing the people traffic down and generally being irritating. And you know what, if i thought for one minute that any of them were heading away on their hols i'd be cool about it. But no, they just take these fucking tanks shopping and to work. Why?

smileys

2005-10-20T09:53:29Z

why do people think that they can say any insulting/patronising/irritating thing that comes to mind via text or e-mail provided that it's followed by a smiley?

i'm sick of it. have the courage of your convictions! don't try and flower it up at the end to make me your best mate.

"lauren, could you please remember to turn the lights off as you never do and it's really shit and it makes me want to kill myself :-)"
"lauren, you really fuck everything up :-)"
"lauren, please stop being a stupid idiot all the time :-)"

so i'm gonna show em. next person does that is gonna get a response that goes like this - "you're a fucking fuckhead and i hope you die :-)" regardless of who they are.

... and thats what really grinds my gears.

wrgmg @ 2005-10-13T12:46:00

2005-10-13T11:47:58Z

You know what really Grinds My Gears?

Thin bin bags, you know the kind that tear when you are tieing them up
or if that holds just as you have lifted them out of the bin, the bottom ripps open
and all mannor of crap ends up all over the floor.

ARGH!

2005-10-10T12:55:33Z

What really grinds my gears is when stupid people don't turn their damn mobile phones off in the library.

THE SIGN SAYS 'PLEASE TURN OFF YOUR MOBILE PHONES, THANKYOU.' OBEY THE SIGN!

wrgmg @ 2005-10-05T13:32:00

2005-10-05T12:47:16Z

You know what really grinds my gears?

Why does everyone in the world want my money? Why does the prospect of my money staying in my pockets offend you so much?

If I want to make a purchase I will go looking for it at select the most promising competitor. I definately wont go to you if you get in my face

Stop advertising to me everywhere I go in every method possible
Stop texting me to see if I want to upgrade my phone
Stop trying to get me to give £5 a month to your charity when 90% of it pays you to hastle me on the street
Stop spamming me
Stop approching me on the street with your sob story
Stop emailing me with business oppurtunities from Nigeria involving the transfer of a large sum of money
Stop sending me spoof emails to steal my ebay/paypal details
Stop using ever increasingly cunning pop-ups pretending to be windows informing me my computer needs speeding up
Stop cold calling my house

Its my money and thats the way its staying, get used to it

and thats what really grinds my gears

wrgmg @ 2005-10-05T13:10:00

2005-10-05T12:13:24Z

You know what really grinds my gears?

Hangovers!

And that's what really grinds my gears!

Alt+Tab and Alt+Shift+Tab

2005-10-04T11:04:19Z

What really grinds my gears is when i alt tab past the application i was after, don't realise and start typing, ie -


private bool m_booPrivateHire;
private bool m_booPublicHire;

is what i said to Audrey just :/

And for the next 5min i'll now be slow working cause i'm gonna be checking that i am, in fact, typing is VS and not msn or any of the other 12 applications i have open.

wrgmg @ 2005-10-04T09:01:00

2005-10-04T08:04:56Z

You know what really grinds my gears?

People walking slow in front of you in the middle of the fucking pavement so you can't walk around them without stepping into the fucking road!

Bastards!

And that's what really grinds my gears!

wrgmg @ 2005-10-04T00:52:00

2005-10-03T23:48:55Z

You know what really grinds my gears?
Wanting a goddam cigarette, not being allowed one, and being grumpy at your two best mates through lack of nicotine!
Graaaaaaarggggghhhh!
I would, however, make an excellent chav-killing machine at the moment! ;o)

Funky Pie

2005-09-29T11:16:34Z

Hedonists, take note! This scenario never fails to wind me up each time I go to an ethnic-themed restaurant. It's annoyed me to the point of checking up on dessert menus before I enter the bloody things.

A girl, who enjoys her food with the aim of getting the maximum pleasure possible out of it, has just finished her savory course.

She's had the obligatory sips of water and wine, chatting away 'til the waiting staff come over to try and rinse further dosh out of her for dessert. The girl never resents dessert, since it's the highlight of her meal, which she more often than not foregoes either a starter or a main for.

She is a discerning dessert diva, waiting to be taken to heaven the way those profiterole pillow clouds that she'd once had a taste of on holiday took her.

Dreaming away, she is brought back to earth when presented with the dessert menu. All of a sudden, she is annoyed by the garish pictures that scream out to her, begging to be taken out of the life-sapping freezer and have their soul-destroying, synthetic ingredients consumed by the hungry customers.

Funky pie, coconut ice cream served in a quarter-shell with a sickly sweet glace cherry or two, hazlenut chocolate bombe with sickly sweet fake-chocolate vermicelli and mediocre choc/nut ices stare back at her. The provision of pineapple fluff, with frozen sugared pineapple pieces among the unnaturally-coloured blancmange, adds insult to injury.

The girl sighs and asks for the bill.

Disappointed once more.

Whoever made up this menu clearly needs their head checked. If they cared about food full-stop, then they'd realise that a carefully constructed savory course is best followed up with a complimentary dessert. Not a synthetic approximation of a dessert created to sit phantomly in your tummy, offering bulk without substance!

It's irritating to see, let alone be served ice cream which hasn't seen cream at any point during its manufacturing process. The chocolate flavours offered are made without a milligram of cocoa. Tell me, since when have coconut and cherry ever matched?

What's wrong with their own ethnic desserts in the first place? I'm sure each cuisine has it's own highlights, which WOULD compliment the food with grace and integrity. Even quality conventional frozen/fridge desserts, made with decent ingredients, imagination and flair would keep me happy. Rest assured, a plate of fresh fruit, presented beautifully, would also shut me up.

Grrr. I hate profiteers who don't care for their customers.

okay.............

2005-09-26T22:04:13Z

......... im getting the feeling im becoming too much of a regular in this community, lol.

And seriously believe me when i say that im one helluva bloody man because im just so fucking pathetic

i dont know what im doing anymore and i guess in the end thats what the problem with most men is, we're really just making all this up as we go along and unfortunately we're crap at doing it, the end result is that we bugger most things up. Everything is improvised, nothing is achieved.

We're all fuckwits in one way or another... Well, after much debate over who is the weaker sex, i can officially reveal that it is us men, and i have conclusive evidence of this:

Having entered my room and locked the door behind me, i put on my music rather loud, as is my custom, undressed and went into the bathroom under the pretext of having a shower, locking that door behind me. However, once in the bathroom, it soon came to my attention that i was unsure whether i had actually locked my room door, and fearful of intruders i attempted egress from the said bathroom only to find that no matter how much i turned the lock and tried the handle, the door was stuck fast, and so was i. Realising that any shouts for assistance would go unheard i immediately searched for some tool by which to affect my escape from my impromptu prison, only to find that i had surrupticiously removed both my scissors and my pen-knife from the bathroom only the previous day. Confounded, i resorted to the use of brute strength in tackling the problem of the jammed door, only for the afore-mentioned lock to break off the door and into my hands, unsure of how to progress i sat for a moment until i realised that i simply had to resort to others for aid. Thus i began repeatedly striking the wall in an attempt to gain a passing persons attention, carefully timing my blows to land at specific quiet points during the songs playing on my stereo. And so, 15 minutes later, a friend heard my attempt at communication and inquired as to my condition, to which i replied that i was apparently trapped in my bathroom, a difficult task given the volume of the music being played. Finally understanding the depth of my plight, he embarked to find the accommodation supervisor, who having been roused mid-bathing, arrived at my room with the master key and thus affected entry to my domicile. Alas the tale does not end there, for whilst they had entered my abode, i remained stuck fast within the bathroom, and despite all their attempts the lock could not be forced or cajoled into working, and so i remained trapped in a makeshift prison cell for a seemingly interminable amount of time. During this time however, the supervisor had called for assistance from Maintainence, and upon their arrival they promptly freed me, in a half-naked state of course, by forcing the barrel of the lock with a hammer and chisel, pushed straight through the jamb of the door. And thus i was freed to greet a crowd of friends and assorted international students, sadly only dressed in a set of bathroom towels, and naturally my embarrassment was great. Here ended my ordeal, and save for the bruises on my hands, and the emotional scarring of my soul, i remain un-fearful of my bathroom and have even closed and locked the door since on several occasions.

Pretty conclusive proof that I am, if not all men are, complete wankers. lol

Cian

Anyway.........

What gets my goat today

2005-09-19T13:04:40Z

"Supply" teachers!!!! arrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh*

*genuine wrath - fuck all to do with pirates

Going around in circles

2005-09-16T11:57:42Z

I really hate it when you phone up somewhere with a perfectly simple request, and the person on the phone says "I'll put you through", then the next person you get says "Oh, you need another department, I'll put you through" and then the next person you get says "You need another department, I'll put you through", and then you end up back with the person you started with and you end up spending ten minutes going round and round and never actually speaking to anyone who can help you! Grr!!

And that's what really grinds my gears. Today, anyway.