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Gentle Annoyances

I was reminded while watching the Oscars last night that I dislike strangely cut tuxedos and suits. I'm no fashionista or anything, but those that are should know better.

This is one of a collection of insigificant and idiosyncratic things that bug me. Like people that choose to prounounce things strangely. Such as saying "processes" with a long "eeez" on the end. Or people that insist on calling Chile, "Cheelay." Get over yourselves! And, of course, there's always that "joolery" thing.

I'm not a big fan of parents who choose to express their creativity by naming their child something normal, but spelling that name in an awkward and/or extreme way. Even more bothersome are those parents that zoom right by this stage and choose to not only spell their child's name in a strange way but also pick a very strange name. At least with the former one can go through life with relative ease and minimal fuss, since how often does one spell their name. Those poor people with odd names are without a similar escape.

Luckily, these things only bother me when they are present in front of me.

A truck with flashing yellow lights

I want a job that lets me drive around in a truck with flashing yellow lights on top. Preferably, this truck would also have a large lockable storage bin just behind the extended cab where I would keep whatever implements of destruction were required on the job. Frankly, I'd just like a job where I could pull over to the side of the road, click on the lights, and take a 2 hour nap.

In a related story, VDOT has decided to save itself some money by taking delivery of plain-white trucks rather than painting them orange, as they have done since 1955. This is just further evidence of what I like to call the "vanilla-fication" of America. Everything is white! White, in fact, is the most popular car color in America (or at least it used to be). Everything is plain and boring. If it's not, it's completely over the top and ugly. Too bad we don't get to choose.

God & Spam

I get strange spam. Something tells me this isn't what God Himself is telling you to do. Spam is also a funny answer to the somewhat amusing and ubiquitous question, "What would Jesus do?"

Commuting is joy.

I hate leaving work at 7:30pm and hitting traffic on the way home. Much the same as I hate going into work a bit late to avoid traffic but getting stuck in it nonetheless. Part of the reason I work odd hours is to avoid traffic. I guess I should watch TrafficLand.com a bit closer.

Man-jewels

More than one piece of jewelry on a man is questionable. If that piece of jewelry dangles in any way, try not to stare. And people that pronounce jewelry like "joolery" should be avoided at all costs.