Sometimes things piss me off for no good reason, they just get to me. Here are some things that annoy me right now:

People who, on LiveJournal, use the “Writer’s Block” thing to give answers that are shorter than the text of the whole “Writer’s Block” feature. My all time favorite, and by favorite I mean made me want to slap someone, was the time someone posted “No.” in reply to the question. This shit ain’t a general quiz, it’s a feature to try and help you find something to post about.

People on FaceBook who use the new “I like this” feature to comment on something, when that something is a status update, or similar. “Bob finally got rid of the ongoing pain in his right leg and can walk again!” deserves, if you feel moved to do anything, more than a check box telling Bob that you “like it.”

Twitter feeds to other blogs. Yeah, that one still annoys me. Deal.

People telling me “You know what story you should write?” Yeah, I do, in fact. The one I feel like writing. You want this other story written so damned bad go write it yourself. Stop telling me what to do. Stop thinking that I will magically hear an idea from someone else and ever think “Well shit, that’s GOLD!” because I never, ever have.

Everyone who decides that because they like Genre X, Medium Y or Creator Z they are somehow better or smarter than other people. Those people need to be kicked in the spleen until they die. Comics people aren’t better than prose people aren’t better than literary fiction people aren’t better than science fiction people aren’t better than romance people aren’t better than Wheadon fans aren’t better than Pauly Shore fans. End of story.

Bad pizza. Bad pizza pisses me right the fuck off. Like you wouldn’t believe. Seriously. Don’t toy with me.

People who feel somehow ashamed because they like a book, TV show, band or movie. The entire concept of “guilty pleasure” makes me want to kick babies. You know what? If you like it then you like it. I may not like it, I may loathe it, but if it works for you then hey! Enjoy the shit out of it! But don’t be coy and tell me it is a guilty pleasure or you are ashamed of liking it. Why in fuck’s name would you ever be ashamed of liking something? Because other people will make fun of you or tell you you’re wrong? Fuck those small-minded motherfuckers! By hiding from them you give them power. Christ!

Yeah, there’s a sample. If something you do, did or think isn’t listed here you can assume it made the list but I couldn’t be bothered to type it out. If you want. Or you can assume that I am magically unbothered by that thing. Whichever you prefer really. You know, it’s a choose your own adventure type of thing.