Crom Unhinged

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

Pet Peeves, Vol. 1

I hate it when people eat part of my food.

Seriously.

I abso-fuckin-lutely hate that shit. Not because I don’t like to share; If someone came up and asked me whether I wanted to share some calamari with them, I would be happy to do so, and would probably even pick up the check. But, when I bring my lunch to work, and somebody eats part of it…that drives me fucking nuts. In part because I bring an amount of food I think I’ll want to eat, and that person is fucking with my plans. The other part of it is a respect and personal space issue, and I’m serious, even my brother pisses me off when he eats my food. Maybe some remnant from childhood, but really, whoever you are, you’re a fucking adult, if you’re hungry you should get something to eat. Stay the fuck away from my lunch. (this is further evidence towards my continued bachelor lifestyle)

The other is a little more concrete. I really think South Park can be hilarious at times, maybe even capable of killing with their humour. I’m sure most people who follow the show are aware, but for those of you who aren’t, when the show made fun of Scientology,  Isaac Hayes, a vocal scientologist, (the voice of “Chef”) left the show forever. To provide another example of what I’m getting at: I love Penny Arcade. I read all the posts, love the artwork, listen to the podcasts. Often they talk about long time readers of their comic, emailing them and freaking out about how they trashed something that said reader loves. The most notable of these are the Jesus based comics, that cause all sorts of fundamentalists to froth at the mouth, and freak out.

Both of the examples, Penny Arcade and South Park, are well known for their treatment of things they deem silly. They tear people a new one constantly, and are often the object of THEIR OWN scorn. My peeve is with the Chumps who are fully prepared to revel in the lashing they give out to interests and groups that are far removed from the Chump’s world, but the moment anybody comes near their precious little corner, shit the bed and start crying. It’s a wheel of misfortune, and sometimes Pat wants YOU to choose a letter. It’s especially annoying when whatever Chump it is, obviously requires some ribbing.

Buck up Chump. And stay the fuck away from my lunch.