The Thursday List of Grievences

I know I ain't been writing real regularly lately. I need to set my editorial schedule, and I just haven't yet. I know, I know...it's been 4 months since I started this thing, but to be fair to me--I'm real flaky. But, expect regular posts on both concrete and absurd topics starting on Monday. Moving on...

I LOVE fall. But, even the crisp air, combined with the abundance of sweet, crunchy, in-season apples can't keep me from calling out certain areas in society I feel aren't pulling their weight. So, without further ado, here's my semi-random, caffeine fueled list of nouns that bug me more than they really should:

• Glee--Not the entire show. Just one little thing. During all of their singing montages that take place in that rehearsal space, they never, NEVER close the door to the hallway. That means, the whole school can hear them all the time. No wonder Sue has a grudge against them. Writing as someone who has spent many high school and collegiate hours in practice rooms, etiquette dictates that you CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR! I don't know why this bothers me. It's not like this show tries to be realistic. But, can you imagine trying to teach English across the hall while that one raven-haired oversinger of a she-wolf warbles out another Barbara Streisand song so loudly that it feels like she's in the room? It would be gun-in-mouth time.

• Wayne Rooney--The star of Manchester United now wants to leave Old Trafford for...anywhere else. Let me be clear: I don't like him. Never have. And, I don't care if he ever plays football ever again. But, he's clogging up all the analysis and headlines on all my favorite soccer related websites, and that DOES grate on my nerves. So, here's the deal Wazza: you make a decision on where you want to go as soon as possible, and I promise NEVER to read another word about your accomplishments, nor mention your name in any conversation I may have in the future. Deal?

• Tim McCarver--I love baseball. I love the baseball playoffs. But, I can't watch any televised game that features that partnership of Joe Buck and Tim McCarver. Un-listen-able. Just absolutely makes me regret watching the game. The mute button would be an option, but part of the fun of watching playoff baseball is the crowd. So, in other words, I'm screwed.

• Bill Simmons--It's not the "Sports Guy's" fault. He just loves NBA basketball. And I would mostly rather have my eyes rubbed with a Tabasco soaked rag than be forced to watch an entire regular season game. Yet, I check in with him from time to time, hoping that he won't have any 100 minute, two part podcasts that break down each individual NBA team in detail. But, that is just simply naive and foolish on my part. Yet I still get angry, because I remember all the times we used to have when he would write about the Red Sox more than once a year. Ah well.

• Ricotta Cheese--I still like lasagna, but the last few times I've had a slice in the past three years, I've been struck by how much LESS I like the ricotta in there. It's a little grainy and gloopy. Maybe it's just the cheap-o brand I buy. Who knows.

This ends this month's list of grievances. And, feel free to add your own in the comments portion. Let's be cranky together!