Entertainment : The Hate/Love but mostly Indifferent to Reality Thread

Oh man, those other mogwai that popped out of Gizmo, I hated those bastards. Somebody gets me.

oh and I agree with Alien - arguing on the internet. with stupid people.

I didn't hate anything until I read this thread.  Now I'm going to go set fire to something.

Ned Flanders.  

That sunuvabitch really pisses me off.   HATE him!  

I want to fucking kill him. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=49KFHiJQH04

I'm with Jack. I now also hate chickens. with their creepy dead eyes. 

I hate haters.

I HATE...(check out first 5 minutes of Patton Oswalt's My Weakness Is Strong - trust me. You'll probably end up checking out ALL of My Weakness Is Strong...)

I HATE: Hospitals, and most everyone that works in there except of course 50% of the nurses.

I HATE: Clowns.

I HATE: Puppets.

@ aliensoul77 - that f*cking monstrosity from Poltergiest is a CLOWN PUPPET. I especially hate that thing....

I pretty much agree with everything Tosh hates.  I'm sort of a fanboy:  http://tosh.comedycentral.com/video-clips/i-hate-video.

I HATE: super-long posts....

Q: Why Are Snobs Beneath Contempt?  A: Mostly because they're so pathetic, but here is Joseph Epstein with the last, best word on SNOBS:

Joseph Epstein, Snobbery: The American Version. Chapter Two, “What is a Snob?”

“…Paradise, however, figures always to be temporary, because the snob resides in a world of relentless one-upmanship, even though, unbeknownst to him, he may be the only one playing the game...In such minor discomforts does the snob find his or her hell” (pg. 16).

“So little does it take to lift a snob’s spirits, and so little, too, to send him or her plunging, that the life of a snob is likely to be fairly jumpy. The snob can have only one standard, that of comparison. And comparison inevitably implies competition, rivalry, almost full-time invidiousness. The snob is always positioning himself. He needs to know that he is in a better position than the next person. The true snob can know no lengthy contentment. If he doesn’t feel his own superiority, he is likely to feel an aching sense of inferiority, or of at least not being in the position he wants to be in” (pg 16).

“Snobs divide into those whose snobbery consists of looking down on others and those whose snobbery consists of looking up to, and being ready to abase themselves before, their supposed betters. The upward-looking snob feels envy more acutely than ordinary people. One can of course be both kinds of snob simultaneously: an all-round snobs looks both up and down, also over his shoulder and to both sides of him, as befits a person making a steep climb or even someone standing at the top of a precipice. He, the snob, is happiest when he feels himself gaining ground on his superiors and putting more ground between himself and those whom he takes for his inferiors, with whom he never wants to be confused. No easy job, that of the snob; the pay is entirely psychic and the hours are endless” (pg 16-17).

“At the heart of snobbery is the snob’s hope that others will take him at his own (doubtless) extravagant self-valuation. It is his high if shaky opinion of himself that he needs to have confirmed, and at frequent intervals. Since the world often does not concur in this valuation, the snob is usually left feeling raw, resentful, agitated. . . .There is something deeply antisocial about the snob. He is, in a profound sense, in business for himself” (pg. 17).

“The Concise Oxford English Dictionary defines snob as a ‘person with exaggerated respect for social position or wealth and a disposition to be ashamed of socially inferior connections; behaves with servility to social superiors, and judges of merit by externals; person despising those whose attainments or tastes he considers inferior to his own’” (17).

“The snob measures himself and others by extraneous things: ancestry, wealth, power, social connections, possession of glittering or elegant objects—with everything that is connected with status in the world, or with that portion of it that vibrates alluringly for him” (pg. 17-18).

“For a beginning or working definition, then, I take the snob to be someone out to impress his betters or depress those he takes to be his inferiors, and sometimes both; someone with an exaggerated respect for social position, wealth, and all the accouterments of status; someone who accepts what he reckons to be the world’s valuation on people and things, and acts—sometimes cruelly, sometimes ridiculously—on that reckoning; someone, finally, whose pride and accomplishment never come from within but always await the approving judgment of others. People not content with their place in the world, not reconciled with themselves, are especially susceptible to snobbery. The problem here is that one time or another, and in varying degrees, this may well include us all” (pg. 19).

- Didn't that skater kid do that? How about a picture of your own face on your back?

Skater kid?

The only faces that should go on your back are either Jesus or the Virgin Mary.  Maybe Pancho Villa.  I'm Hispanic, so I gotta represent, ya know?

Good God that looks dumb....I once saw a guy in DC with "Georgetown" written on his back in Gothic letters.  That was probably the worst I've ever seen.

I hate cilantro.

People who hate cilantro are just the worst kind of people....How do you eat Guacamole?

I hate radicals, politicians, close-minded asses, lousy drunks, girls who think they are too good for you, and girls who have zero self esteem.

I hate getting lied to, slipping in the mud, cold wet nights, people who break into other peoples homes/cars, and people on welfare (even though I know the majority of people on welfare are corporations.)

I hate being expected to be places when I don't know the person, freezing cold beer, undercooked food, and ticks.

I hate liberals and conservatives who have no common sense, Republicans, Democrats, and illegal immigrants.

I hate knowing I have years before I graduate college, traffic, the price of text books, and the smell of coffee.

I forget what the band was but, "I hate that I pray to a God that I don't believe in."

AND I HATE WHEN I FEEL ASHAMED WHEN I'M MYSELF.

I avoid premade guacamole. I just make it at home with no cilantro. Easy Peasy.

I'm with Doyle. One of my friends makes guacamole with avocados and salt...and nothing else. I don't understand how that's appealing to anyone. 

But I hate... people in my religions class who try to defend Christianity but haven't even read the Bible. (I just got home from school)

I also hate my neighbor. He walks around the apartment building at 3AM with his cell phone playing obnoxious music. It must suck to be so damn lonely you need a background soundtrack to keep you company. 

He walks around the apartment building at 3AM with his cell phone playing obnoxious music.

I HATE when people listen to music on their cell phones in public.  Seriously, who thinks that's appropriate?

When you're out in public people, you have to reign in some of that self-absorption and take those around you into account. If you don't, prepare for the hate.

People with umbrellas walking under awnings at a height equal with my eyes. I hate you.

People who stand in the doorway of uncrowded buses for twenty stops. I hate you too.

People who walk into traffic without paying the slightest bit of attention. I'd hate you, but it'll sort itself out.

People who gather at the bottom of escalators for no particular reason. Unless it's for me to hate you.

This pimple on my upper back.

I suddenly feel as if my own hate is some paltry, weak shit.  And I hate that.

I've realized that my hates are pet peeves.

Word, Jacks.  I always tip the pizza delivery guy handsomely.  And is my pizza always delivered hot and fresh and in a hurry?  Yes, yes it is.  Also, my 3 year old comes to the door and thanks them, which is ADORABLE. 

Special note from the (ex) pizza guy:  There was a guy years ago who, regardless of how small his order, would always tip $5 for the delivery.  Every time.  And every time he ordered, any driver in the store would skip orders that waited on heater racks to take that guy's pizza to him.  I don't think he ever waited more than, like, 20 minutes for a pizza.

While I agree with Jack about tipping your servers, I also agree with Popeye.  I once tipped a waiter a penny that I left in a pool of gravy.  You know why?  Shitty service.  Shitty attitude.