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Peeve-O-Rama


When I started this blog, one of the things I wanted do convey to the world is that I really, really, really can't stand certain stuff.

Mission accomplished. I think you get the point.



As part of my Unleash The Peeve campaign, I dedicated a whole blog page to the rich and varied list of pet peeves with which I am afflicted. However, after just four peeves I started writing whole posts about them instead (you can click here to see my rantiest pet peeve posts) and the page sort of got abandoned.

Since I skipped spring cleaning, and because at this point cleaning up my real-life house would be too much work, I'm tidying up the old blog instead. So here's the stuff from my Peeve-O-Rama page, because I just knew you'd want to see this one last time before I delete that page forevaaahhhhhhh!

Literally

I just want to issue a reminder to everyone out there that the word "literally" means actually, without exaggeration. In real life. With complete accuracy. You can't tell me you were so embarrassed that you "literally died," unless you're giving me this info from beyond the grave. Something upsetting can't be "literally tearing you apart," unless the thing that's upsetting you is a wild Bengal tiger in your living room.

This Peeve Brought to You By...

I'm sick of everything being sponsored; you can't watch four seconds of a football game without something being "brought to you by" someone else. Here's a typical excerpt from the commentary during a game:
Hello everyone, and welcome back to the Frito Lay Taco Chip Bowl. Frito Lay - now with more zesty salsa flavor! We hope you enjoyed the Radio Shack Halftime Report, but now it's time to rejoin the action here at Exxon Mobil Stadium. Exxon Mobil - now bringing you 35% fewer ecological disasters! It looks like the Toyota Texas Tomcats are on the 20 yard line, their first trip to the red zone so far in this game... this evening's red zone is brought to us by J.P. Morgan Chase. J.P. Morgan Chase, keeping you in the red for over 200 years! Aerial coverage for tonight's game is provided by the Weight Watchers Blimp.
I'm just saying, it gets old. Unless, of course, someone wants to sponsor my blog and make me filthy rich, in which case I think sponsorship is awesome.

Zip It

Many thanks to my mom for reminding me of one that I'd nearly forgotten about, due to the fact that I hate going in public and therefore rarely purchase anything I can't order online. So this one is: I can't stand it when I've gone out to a store, agonized over my purchases until I know I have just enough time left in the Countdown To Baby Screaming hourglass to get through the line and out to the car without causing a scene, and...

You're going to say, "And someone in front of you writes a check," and you're right, except I didn't think of it until just now. Look, I get embarrassed when I can't scrape together $1.27 in cash to cover my chewing gum purchases, but I'll still pay for it with my debit card before I'd write a check. I'm not even sure I remember how to write out a check to a store, but it wouldn't matter, because since I became an adult my wallet has become so crammed with expired credit cards, membership cards to clubs I don't remember joining, business cards from people I don't remember meeting, and used-up gift cards that the only way I could get my photo ID out would be to butter it up with Crisco and pry it out with a crow bar. And nobody wants to wait in line behind me while I do that.

What I was going to say was the clerk, after ringing up my purchases, demands to know my zip code. Why? Is the price different for someone who lives one zip code over? If I accidentally overpay, are you going to drive all over my zip code area, looking for me so you can return my change? I doubt it, but I give it to them anyway, which is what annoys me most of all. Gerry keeps encouraging me to tell them to buzz off, but in the end I'm just too much of a goody-two-shoes to refuse. Sigh.

"Really?"

The misuse and overuse of quotation marks irks me. For example, in a recent promo flier for a local fair, residents were urged to participate thusly:
3:30 p.m. Apple Pie "Eating" Contest
Wouldn't that imply they're only figuratively eating the pies? If you're not literally eating pies, I'd like to know what you ARE doing with them before I sign up. The only thing more worrisome than the questionable "eating" of pies is that it appears to follow a lip sync contest. Are we still doing those?
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Okay, thanks for letting me purge all that. I feel better. And now that the blog's all cleaned up, maybe I will clean my real house. Or else I'll have a snack - for some reason I'm sort of hungry for Frito Lay taco chips. And apple pie.




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