Gabe Rosen's guest post #3
This is the third guest post by Gabe Rosen.
The Summer of Our Discontent
How about these people who will only take time off from working/studying to get drunk, not to have a meaningful interaction with their friends? Now, in this case I hate the sin, not the sinner, but it still depresses the shit out of me.
When people make assumptions about your career options based on very little information. Someone asked me recently what I studied, and I told him English, with an M.A. He snorted audibly, and said, "Well, I GUESS you could do some kind of marketing." Just for that, I vow never to work in marketing.
Address numbers that aren't visible from your car. Even more, when an intersection with a stoplight has a tiny-ass, nearly illegible sign way down on the lightpost, as opposed to hanging right below the light in large, easy to read letters like it damn well should.
When menus get too cute for real life. I actually read this earlier tonight: "Chicken, snowpeas, carrots, and cabbage ON A DANCE FLOOR OF JASMINE RICE". If I ever find the person who composed that one, we're going to see something, or someone, else on the floor - the actual floor, that is.
One thing I am reminded of my hatred for every spring and summer is mosquito hawks. I don't care if they do eat mosquitoes (and this is hotly debated). I don't enjoy having giant prehistoric bugs flying around my personal space. One time when I was a kid, one of these monstrosities flew into my face and tried to latch on, and sicne then I have vowed hatred and destruction to the species. Mosquito hawks, you have been warned. Fuck with me and find out.
The Summer of Our Discontent
How about these people who will only take time off from working/studying to get drunk, not to have a meaningful interaction with their friends? Now, in this case I hate the sin, not the sinner, but it still depresses the shit out of me.
When people make assumptions about your career options based on very little information. Someone asked me recently what I studied, and I told him English, with an M.A. He snorted audibly, and said, "Well, I GUESS you could do some kind of marketing." Just for that, I vow never to work in marketing.
Address numbers that aren't visible from your car. Even more, when an intersection with a stoplight has a tiny-ass, nearly illegible sign way down on the lightpost, as opposed to hanging right below the light in large, easy to read letters like it damn well should.
When menus get too cute for real life. I actually read this earlier tonight: "Chicken, snowpeas, carrots, and cabbage ON A DANCE FLOOR OF JASMINE RICE". If I ever find the person who composed that one, we're going to see something, or someone, else on the floor - the actual floor, that is.
One thing I am reminded of my hatred for every spring and summer is mosquito hawks. I don't care if they do eat mosquitoes (and this is hotly debated). I don't enjoy having giant prehistoric bugs flying around my personal space. One time when I was a kid, one of these monstrosities flew into my face and tried to latch on, and sicne then I have vowed hatred and destruction to the species. Mosquito hawks, you have been warned. Fuck with me and find out.
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"Mosquito hawk" is a common name for a couple different species, most of which are crane flies. Crane flies do not eat mosquitoes, in fact, some species do not even feed during their adult life. This info can be found on the web in about 30 seconds. (www.wikipedia.org, for one)The "debate" is always between multiple groups of people who don't know what they're talking about but are still willing to argue with whatever lack of knowledge they have.
Thank you. This is what I suspected. I now feel even better about smashing them.
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