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Things of which I am Heartily Sick

 
  

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Jack Fear
12:54 / 02.08.02
Thin skins.

Self-serving arguments.

Nostalgia.

People with no functional crap filter.

Laziness. My own not least of all.

Sloppy thinking.

Anti-intellectualism masquerading as Populism.

Ubiquity mistaken for Genius.

Pandering.

Contempt for the audience.

Cowardice. My own not least of all

Bluster.

Buck-passing.

Bile. My own not least of all.
 
 
Ganesh
13:08 / 02.08.02
Explaining.

Repetition.

Lists.
 
 
Jack Fear
13:09 / 02.08.02
Snotty elephant gods.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
13:09 / 02.08.02
Job-hunting.
 
 
deja_vroom
13:11 / 02.08.02
"Ubiquity mistaken for Genius". Hell Yeah.
And add "prolixity mistaken for genius" to that list.
 
 
Ganesh
13:14 / 02.08.02
(These pachydermal nozzle attachments pack a whole lotta snot...)
 
 
No star here laces
13:19 / 02.08.02
Beards.

Batties.

(wink)
 
 
No star here laces
13:19 / 02.08.02
Oh, and Baldies.
 
 
No star here laces
13:20 / 02.08.02
Brazilians even.
 
 
deja_vroom
13:21 / 02.08.02
Love.
And Laces.
 
 
Saveloy
13:26 / 02.08.02
Bloody everyone and everything.

The end.
 
 
Loomis
13:39 / 02.08.02
Endings.

Smart arses.
 
 
gridley
13:39 / 02.08.02
Wait, Jack! You're sick of NOSTALGIA? Is this just other people's nostalgia or are you also sick of your own? Personally I delight in nostalgia. It gives me such beautifully clear access to memories and feelings that I would never be able to summon up intentionally. Like I'll feel hungry, which for some reasion will trigger some nostalgic memory of this place I used to get barbecued chicken at when I worked in this bookstore ten years ago and then I get intense memories of this girl that I used to go out with who I hadn't thought of in ages, but who I can now picture intimately in my mind, right down to details of my feelings for her, all because she and I used to get the half chicken special for $4.95 at this place ten years ago.

So, yeah, I love nostalgia. Heck, I'm even nostalgic for things that never happened to me...
 
 
Spatula Clarke
13:45 / 02.08.02
Jack Fear is Luke Haines.
 
 
Lurid Archive
14:09 / 02.08.02
But I remember when nostalgia used to mean something. It used to be a good and inspiring thing. I can't stand nostalgia now.
 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
14:18 / 02.08.02
Nostaligia's not nearly as much fun as it used to be.
 
 
Persephone
14:21 / 02.08.02
It's that extra 'i' between the 'l' and the 'g' ...it didn't used to have that.
 
 
Ariadne
14:23 / 02.08.02
Oh, I don't know, it's making me laugh.

Me, I'm just heartily sick of sitting here and want to head home.
 
 
Sax
14:28 / 02.08.02
I've been trying for two hours to come up with something I'm heartily sick of. And I can't.

Gosh, isn't the world fab?
 
 
Saveloy
14:29 / 02.08.02
"Nostaligia's not nearly as much fun as it used to be."

As someone who has suffered from nostaligia for 15 years now I
am deeply offended by the suggestion that it is, or has ever been, 'fun'. This
so-called "Nick" person is sick if he thinks otherwise. He needs a
hard dose of reality, but I expect all he cares about is "drugs" and "hip-hop pop" music. I've written to the council 5 times in the past week about this but they say their hands are tied. Where are the police when you need them?
 
 
Naked Flame
15:18 / 02.08.02
Cocksmoking fuckbake music business moneymen.

(I was gonna add a gag to the thread, but I'm all out for the day.)
 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
16:03 / 02.08.02
I defend my use of the archaic term 'nostaligia', meaning the practice of placing one's toes in warm custard. Is there some other word you all had in mind?

Bastards.
 
 
Solitaire Rose as Tom Servo
16:10 / 02.08.02
As Frank Miller said:

Crying Firemen comics.
 
 
bitchiekittie
16:31 / 02.08.02
ahh, gridley. that was nice

- people who will be mean to me for saying that (and meaning it). fuckers
 
 
Laughing
18:43 / 02.08.02
Packing.

Moving.

Travelling by bus.

Finding a new place.

Finding a new job.

Humidity.
 
 
Mazarine
01:15 / 03.08.02
Getting bruised at my job.
Getting bruised anyplace else.
Getting burned at my job.
Getting burned anyplace else.
 
 
paw
01:29 / 03.08.02
sore throats and ear infections
 
 
Mourne Kransky
13:42 / 03.08.02
Great North Eastern Railways.

Washing dishes. In fact, housework in general.

Hangovers.

The rain.

The Edinburgh Festival (and it hasn't even started yet.)

Bills.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
14:08 / 03.08.02
Egos.

Big egos.

Big, fragile egos.
 
 
that
14:13 / 03.08.02
People who don't know how to travel on the Tube properly. I don't expect people who don't know London to automatically psychically channel Tube etiquette or something, but they could at least look around and see what other people are doing, try not to create bottlenecks, and, please please please stand on the right side of the goddamn escalator.
Sigh.
 
 
The Return Of Rothkoid
16:17 / 03.08.02
The family home.
Cashlessness.
Me. (Yeah. Cue up the world's tiniest violin, Paganini.)
 
 
Turk
18:17 / 03.08.02
My fucking principles.
 
 
Red Cross Iodized Salt
19:19 / 03.08.02
People who walk three abreast, slowly, on crowded sidewalks.

Finance charges.

90° / 33° plus temperatures coupled with greater then 50% humidity.

My job.
 
 
Ganesh
20:19 / 03.08.02
The ten-a-day posting limit.
 
 
Spatula Clarke
20:39 / 03.08.02
Storms. When I'm walking home from work. Carrying my shopping. Down main roads with gutters like white water rafting courses.
 
  

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