<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464118401887493786</id><updated>2025-12-12T12:30:06.152-08:00</updated><category term="bluetooth"/><category term="epic"/><category term="maddox"/><category term="people who walk in the street"/><title type='text'>All The Small Things</title><subtitle type='html'>Petty tirades about nothing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464118401887493786/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adventure Person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943914218149372317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwI1FKROJm9LqeXmN0y4w84082zNFG_HSRVTHXFw5TbcuLMeobzS3Umlpz7JeUeQkkdQvssb6J050Cem2j5c8Vb49ntbwXGzgFdyp6g4hPrY9yfdbCtZvFJ8AAXRsci4c/s220/1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464118401887493786.post-6454664960161804648</id><published>2011-03-07T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:36:29.033-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="epic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maddox"/><title type='text'>&quot;Epic&quot;</title><content type='html'>You know what really brings my piss to a boil? Hearing people throw around the word &quot;epic&quot;, especially when it involves something unimportant. You know what makes it worse? When Maddox writes an article about it (months ago, I might add) that would be infinitely better than mine could ever wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Read it here: &lt;a class=&quot;linkification-ext&quot; href=&quot;http://thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=epic&quot; title=&quot;Linkification: http://thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=epic&quot;&gt;http://thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=epic&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6454664960161804648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/epic.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464118401887493786/posts/default/6454664960161804648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464118401887493786/posts/default/6454664960161804648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/epic.html' title='&quot;Epic&quot;'/><author><name>Adventure Person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943914218149372317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwI1FKROJm9LqeXmN0y4w84082zNFG_HSRVTHXFw5TbcuLMeobzS3Umlpz7JeUeQkkdQvssb6J050Cem2j5c8Vb49ntbwXGzgFdyp6g4hPrY9yfdbCtZvFJ8AAXRsci4c/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464118401887493786.post-7227404625389040886</id><published>2011-03-05T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:12:57.983-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bluetooth"/><title type='text'>Bluetooth headsets</title><content type='html'>Every time I see someone walk around town with a bluetooth earpiece attached to their domepiece, I always get the impression that they&#39;re holding their phone up against their faces. The kind of impression that says, &quot;Hey! Look at me! I&#39;m so important that I have to look like I&#39;m always on the phone because I&#39;m expecting a call at any possible second of the day!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll let you guys in on a little secret...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aside from the fact that I&#39;ve never encountered anybody who has a remotely important job that wears a bluetooth, you look like a colossal asswipe!&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day I saw some guy standing in line at a McDonald&#39;s (don&#39;t judge, we all like to punish ourselves in one way or another) with a bluetooth in. What&#39;s the big deal, you ask? Not only was this guy rocking a wicked mullet and poorly cut sleeveless shirt, but he looked like he was on the VIP list in McDonald land. Oh, and the shirt looked like it hadn&#39;t been washed since &#39;92. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, mind you, this is one of many instances I&#39;ve seen this happen.  You&#39;ve probably had similar experiences, and it&#39;s getting to the point  where it&#39;s almost a disease. I&#39;ll go ahead and call it &quot;headuptheassitis&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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You might think I&#39;m a bad person for assuming that this guy does nothing of value, in which case I&#39;d like to ask you: &quot;Would your take on this situation been any different?&quot; Of course not, because deep down, we&#39;re all judgemental &lt;br /&gt;
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Since I know you&#39;re all just as bad as me, tell me your feelings on the awful invention of bluetooth pieces.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7227404625389040886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/bluetooth-headsets.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464118401887493786/posts/default/7227404625389040886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464118401887493786/posts/default/7227404625389040886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/bluetooth-headsets.html' title='Bluetooth headsets'/><author><name>Adventure Person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943914218149372317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwI1FKROJm9LqeXmN0y4w84082zNFG_HSRVTHXFw5TbcuLMeobzS3Umlpz7JeUeQkkdQvssb6J050Cem2j5c8Vb49ntbwXGzgFdyp6g4hPrY9yfdbCtZvFJ8AAXRsci4c/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464118401887493786.post-458596447309254738</id><published>2011-03-04T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:27:43.935-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people who walk in the street"/><title type='text'>Sidewalks, people... Use them!</title><content type='html'>What did &lt;strike&gt;we all&lt;/strike&gt; most of us learn as kids?&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;b&gt;Don&#39;t walk in the street, you&#39;ll get hit by a car.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That being said, why is there an influx of people who do their morning walk/jog/run regimes NEXT to the sidewalk? (Inferring, of course, that they&#39;re walking in the street.) Why? Is it really that much of an inconvenience to step off of a curb when you get to the end of the block? I just don&#39;t understand... I sure as hell don&#39;t want to be caught playing a game of chicken with a car going 40mph.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder how that would play out in court?&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Well, Judge, I was hit by a car on my morning walk.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;That&#39;s unfortunate, how did it happen?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I was just walking in the street, then out of nowhere this car came and struck me down.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Why were you walking in the street, and not on the sidewalk where pedestrians belong?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I-&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No, next time you stay on the sidewalk and hope that you don&#39;t ever let me catch you walking in the street. Case dismissed.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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If there&#39;s anybody out there who does this, please educate me on this matter, &#39;cause I&#39;d seriously like to see what the thought process is behind this.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/458596447309254738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/sidewalks-people-use-them.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464118401887493786/posts/default/458596447309254738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464118401887493786/posts/default/458596447309254738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irritatingthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/sidewalks-people-use-them.html' title='Sidewalks, people... Use them!'/><author><name>Adventure Person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943914218149372317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwI1FKROJm9LqeXmN0y4w84082zNFG_HSRVTHXFw5TbcuLMeobzS3Umlpz7JeUeQkkdQvssb6J050Cem2j5c8Vb49ntbwXGzgFdyp6g4hPrY9yfdbCtZvFJ8AAXRsci4c/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>