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On Friday I went to breakfast at Waffle House, and the place was complete pandemonium. There were people waiting for booths, and the only open seat was at the very end of the “high bar,” way down near the bathrooms.
I don’t much enjoy smelling urinal cakes (piss biscuits) while having my morning meal, but there weren’t many other options. So, I climbed up onto the elevated chair and tried not to think about what was undoubtedly happening four feet from me. …And hoping nobody’s sausage disagreed with them.
I ordered my regular: the Big Retarded Field Hand Breakfast, or whatever, with sweet tea. I know a lot of people disagree with me, but I think Waffle House’s coffee is horrible. It tastes like potting soil filtered through a seventh grader’s gym sock.
While I waited, both bathroom doors continuously opened and closed. And Niagara Falls sounds faded in and out. I watched a woman unbutton and unzip her pants before she was even in the vicinity of the bathroom. And I saw a guy enter the men’s room, while still chewing something. Every once in a while I thought I heard an ass go off, but it might’ve just been the paranoia talking.
I also worried about microscopic, airborne poop spores, if you know what I mean. I could imagine them swirling around, and raining down on my bacon.
All in all I didn’t much care for the ambiance, but the food was good (as usual). I give it a 7 out of 10.
Over the weekend Toney and I also returned to the Beer Snob Tavern inside Cooper’s in Scranton. They have a regular bar there, with a patio and Corona posters, and all that stuff. But way back in the rear of the place is a second bar, smaller and snootier. And you can probably guess which one we prefer…
Here’s Saturday’s beer list. Hilarious.
I went with the Boulder Mojo IPA (excellent), and the Victory Festbier (not bad, not great). Toney had the Long Trail Harvest, and a Dogfish Head Pumpkin Ale. She liked both, especially the Dogfish.
The cheesy crab dip with nacho chips was mighty fine, as well. God, how I love the Beer Snob Tavern…
Last week my back hurt for the entire seven days. Well, maybe six. I’m not sure. In any case, I must’ve done something at work, and woke up the next morning in an advanced state of discomfort. I was walking crooked, and feeling bad for mocking “the lower case r” at the public library.
This happens from time to time, but it usually only lasts for a day or two. I started to get concerned after day four.
The pain was in my lower back, at the northern tip of the Great Divide. I could barely walk when I got out of bed, and was tilting radically to the left. Like MSNBC. I gobbled aspirin, and they helped a little, but only a little.
The past couple of days, though, I’ve felt much better. And the distress and worry is so fresh in my mind, I’m really appreciating the progress. Every time I get out of a chair without cartoon lightning bolts of pain shooting from my back, it feels like the biggest luxury I’ve known to date. The post-pain days are very fine indeed.
Stupid 46 year old spine…
I was at Target recently, and spotted this greeting card. A serious, non-jokey Halloween card with Barack Obama on the front. Complete with photoshopped pumpkin on his lapel.
Yes, this brought back pleasant memories of being in grade school, and receiving a Gerald Ford valentine from a girl I secretly admired. I didn’t really understand the reference to the Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty (SALT) on the inside, but it brightened my day nonetheless.
Ahhh… such wonderful times.
And I’ll leave you now with a Question that occurred to me while seated near the pee-catchers at Waffle House on Friday. A guy behind me kept screeeeeching his fork against his plate. Know what I mean? He continuously scraped the thing and it made a noise that made my whole body go tense.
It’s that proverbial fingernails on a chalkboard thing. And I’ve learned, incredibly, that these triggers differ from person to person. Toney, for instance, wouldn’t even notice the fork against the plate sound, but completely loses her shit whenever she hears Andy licking his foot, or whatever — which doesn’t bother me at all.
So, that’s the Question: What are your own personal fingernails on the chalkboard sounds? What noises makes your muscles go rigid, and your teeth start to grinding? Tell us about it, won’t you?
And I’ll be back tomorrow.
See ya then.
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First!!!!!!!!!
I cannot stand the sound of fingernail clipping.
Cuppa tree!!!
The sound made by subwoofers when they are used for a purpose other than intended. Such as driving by my house @ 3AM in the morning with the speakers blaring and everything is rattling in the house including the fillings in my teeth. Of course the last guy that did that won’t be doing it anymore and I don’t think they’ll find his body either.
I’m a leaf on the wind, watch me soar…and then I’m gone.
Dropping things rather than setting them down.
toothbrushing. the sound of it makes me gag. can’t even hear it on TV.
Top ten!!
The sound that gets to me every time: the annoying “beep, beep, beep” that commercial trucks make when reversing.
It’s not just the pitch of the beep, it’s the slight pause between each one.
AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
As a surf reporter put it succinctly a week or so ago, makes me want to kick puppies.
Styrofoam- As a kid, I used to play with a toy drill and drill through styrofoam endlessly. Never bothered me….ever. At some point, I got to the point that any touching of a piece of styrofoam causes me to jump out of my skin. Can’t be around people unwrapping stereo equipment fro tne original packing. Can’t be around packing peanuts.
On IPOD right now- “Happiness in Slavery”- Nine Inch Nails
Bugs Bunny crunching a carrot makes my eyes pucker. It didn’t when I was a kid, but now… I think that’s what made my parents cranky.
ANY sound that comes from someones mouth that’s not talking is gross. Eating, lip smacking, and yawning way to loud just make me want to sow their mouth shut like that freaky clay-mation cartoon movie guy…But other than that, nothing bothers me.
Gotta go with Rod: it’s those damned subwoofers. And the ironic part is: one of my good friends owns the shop that installs most of them in my town. I shoot carton arrows at him every time a car goes by with the subs blaring. There’s no music. it just straight noise.
The noise of washing machines out of balance bothers me.
I second “AWG”, Styrofoam is the worst!
Jeff- I hafta agree with Toney…the dog licking his paws, especially at night, drives me bugshit.
My older dog also pants during the night until he goes back to sleep. huh-a-huh-a-huh-a-huh-a-huh-a-huh, etc.
The only thing that can drown it out is the voice in my head screaming “SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP SHUT-UP”
I can’t stand the sound of my mom eating a banana. I also can’t stand the lead singer of Blink 182’s voice. That’s my nails on a chalkboard.
I have lots of them! (Yes, I have issues)- here is just a sample:
The squeaking of the shoes on the court during a basketball game
When people pull their fork across their teeth when eating
Sloppy kissing sounds on TV
The dog cleaning himself
I’ll be back with more…
When people scrape their fork across their teeth I want to get a wooden mallet and smash their clavicles into a fine powder.
Birds chirping early in the morning make me want to put out bird feeders full of rat poison.
People chomping gum in front of me do well not to turn their backs for even one second, lest they find an ice pick in their spine.
There are certain phone rings that piss me off, but not that bad.
I hate the sound of my wife fucking other men while I’m trying to sleep. “We have three other bedrooms. Can’t you rude fuckers go somewhere else?” Jeez.
I don’t think most of the people above understand Jeff’s Question of the Day. He’s not asking what sounds annoy you or irritate you. He’s asking what sounds cause actual physical pain, the way that fingernails on the chalkboard cause many people (including me) to experience physical pain. Of the above posts, I think the only person that “gets it” so far is AWG, who mentions styrofoam. That gets me, too, but only when two pieces of stryofoam are rubbed together. My other two biggies (in addition to actual fingernails on the chalkboard) are:
1. A Magic Marker on paper.
2. Squeezing cottonballs.
Now, it’s possible that some people are immune from these sounds, and don’t ever feel any physical pain from any noises. Jeff suggested as much when he said “these triggers differ from person to person” — it’s possible that some don’t have the triggers at all. And for those who don’t understand what we’re talking about, it’s a physical pain unlike any other, and it has nothing to do with pain to the ears. Again, Jeff described it pretty well: they “make your muscles go rigid, and your teeth start to grinding.” He means this literally, not figuratively. To elaborate, the sounds send an actual physical response up the spine, resulting in the hearer needing to contort the body and turn the head. Are there people who have no idea what we’re talking about? Or does everyone experience this from some sounds?
Crunching ice and knuckle cracking. Makes me want to stab thier eyeballs out with big forks. There is a gal who sits behind me at work who starts on a big cup of ice every morning before I’ve had even the first cup of coffee. I can’t get my earbuds on fast enough to save her life.
My son can crack his knuckles and his toes but all I have to do is give him that look and he knows he better stop!
And true, you can’t actual “hear” a cottonball being squeezed. But the result is the same as the sound of fingernails on the chalkboard.
I agree with the last couple of posters — diners biting their fork will just drive my shoulders up over my ears. I agree with Jeff as well, scraping the tines of a fork across a plate. Brrr ! Let’s just do away with metal forks from here on in — sporks for everyone !
I hate the sound of people chewing. There’s a simple solution to this problem: chew with your mouth closed, however this seems to be a dying art.
I also hate the sound of wet shoes on tile floors, and I agree with Shiny et. al. regarding sub woofers.
People chewing with their mouths open. I have to leave the room when a Carl’s Jr. commercial comes on.
Swami Bologna- The things I listed DO cause me actual physical pain.
You can also add pulling velcro apart to that list
The sound of teeth on a metal utensil-full body shiver.
To tell the truth, I only have to IMAGINE fingernails on a chalkboard and it gives me chills.
Beyond that, I inherited my old man’s intolerance for the sound of ANYTHING rattling in the back seat of the car (where I can’t possibly reach while driving).
As fate would have it, we went to Waffle House Friday too. It is rare, so I feel spooky writing it. I have a hat, my boy has a hat, and all was 8.5/10. I had the Don’t mess with Texas burger.
Is there a finer phrase in the English Language than “Airborne poop spores?” I envision the spore sprouting into a mushroom cloud of funk.
My Evil Step-Mother would worry that your food was covered in fart molecules. Every breath you took would saturate your bloodstream with fart like Carbon Monoxide, when you fire up the Kingsford in your trailer house. I’m worried about you Jeff.
My fingernails on the chalkboard sound is the sound of anyone else but my wife and son eating. I cannot abide it.
Go Bengals! You will make me find a new losing team yet.
Someone chewing gum with their mouth open drives me bat shait.
I hate the sound of the chick at the Proctologist’s office
saying, “Next”. She’s so goddamn cheerful.
The sound an empty wine bottle makes when I throw it in the trash.
@Shiny Rod…I’da guesed it was a leaf blower.
I would like to point out, without reading many of the other posts, so if I’m repeating something already said, sue me…
There’s a difference between the “fingernails on the chalkboard” reaction and something just driving you crazy.
If one of my kids repeatedly taps his pencil on the table it will drive me nuts, but if I hear the sound of broken glass grating against itself (like a broken flourescent bulb in the bottom of the trash being pulverized by the kid who was tapping the pencil) my jaw will involuntarily clench and cold chills will run down my spine, I get the exact same reaction from sand on the beach getting up under my toenails. My wife on the other hand is like Jeff and the squeking of the fork, or nails on a chalkboard (oddly enough) will set of this reaction. Rubbing your fingers down the side of a balloon creating that melodic high pitched farting noise will actually elicit both reactions in my wife and daughter, so needless to say my son and I try to take advantage of every “balloon opportunity” we get.
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I’m with Swami Bologna about the cotton thing. If a cotton ball is pulled apart or if cotton gets snagged on a rough piece of fingernail, it shreds and that gives me absolute full bodied piss shivers. Not so much a sound as it is a sensation.
Another sound, and this may just be me, put any type of wrapper being pulled off a frozen item, i.e. popsicles. I’m getting the jeebies just typing this.
THE SOUND OF MY MOTHER’S VOICE CAUSES ME PHYSICAL PAIN.
I bent my fingernail all the way back the other day when cleaning and it made my teeth hurt and stuff like nails on a chalkboard everytime I thought about it for like 2 days. the nail didn’t break and it didn’t hurt it just really grossed me out. Does that count?
Jeff,
Bonus points for the Brandon Bird painting in the Bunker Cam! I prefer “Killing Machine” (a painting of Bea Arthur fighting a raptor: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Do1wtnYf2yQ/SfPkmFhmQaI/AAAAAAAAGQY/X8iK_KXgmcM/s400/brandon+bird+killing+machine.jpg), but that was a good choice too.
Nice beer list.
Recently got back fom a trip to Boston. Had two tree Harpoon IPAs. Very nice but they call ‘em HaHHpoons up there.
What really annoys, irritates, and even causes me physical pain is when someone doesn’t approve of the direction in which WVSR comments are going, thinks that those commenting have somehow strayed from the true intent/meaning of the Question of the Day, and then launches into a diatribe in which he endeavors to carefully explain “to those who don’t understand what we’re talking about” just what the focus of the comments should be.
A full-on body shiver results when that person then feels compelled “to elaborate”.
C’mon, dude…chill!
Try chewing some tin foil. That sends shiver signals up my spine, although it’s not something that I’m exposed to that often.
I can NOT stand the sound of someone cracking their knuckles, toes, neck….It makes me INSANE!
On the other hand, Mr.Man can not stand to listen to me do this really weird laugh I do, (mainly to annoy him when he’s annoying me)…
I LOVE the sound Jello makes when you stick something in it and then pull it out again…
Sticking something in Jello and pulling it out again. That gives me an idea……..
Nothing bothers me. I’m weird.
- Open mouth chewing,
– The singer from Nickelback,
– Dr. Phil’s voice,
– Billy Mays,
– Things rattling in the car. True story: We were driving home from east nowhere Vermont – the entire state seems to be one continuous hilly/windy road with no shoulder or turnoffs – and there were some metal pots & pans rattling in the back, driving me nuts. But there was nowhere to stop, I was unfamiliar with the roads, and I had Vermonters riding up my ass, even though I was doing 45 or 50. Meanwhile my wife wanted me to see if I could look for someone selling maple syrup (sure, honey). After 20 miles of this, I crested a hill, and noticed a road splitting-off to the right, with a covered bridge. I pulled off the road there, and almost hit a woman sitting at a table, selling maple syrup.
Hearing a pencil writing on paper makes my teeth hurt. Scritch, scritch, scritch. UGH! I always write with a pen.
Bees or any flying insect that makes that zzzzzz sound, but I mostly clamp up if I see a wasp or yellow jacket.
Phlegmy coughing gets a full body shiver out of me.
Also, people with laryngitis who insist on holding a conversation with me. That causes instanteous teeth grindingand shoulder shaking.
I cannot stand the sounds of farts coming from the guy next to me!!!
Everyone seems to be grumpy about the change in topic. A case of Mondays it may be?? Anywho..Things I hate… boom boom cars, invariably a little rusted out toyota with a mini thug inside. My hubby and son, like to rub their fingers together (first finger and thumb lets say) against a fabric…for the feeling I guess. That sound makes me feel ick.
There. two different things, but both disliked in my mind. Another..my little guy setting his sippy cup against the wall and his bed..scraping on the wall that will wake me up and send me into an absolute rage.
The sound of a dentist’s drill. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the same room with me or down the hall. It sets me on edge and makes me eye the distance between me and the door every time.
In another life when I was married we had a set of Ironstone dinnerware (plates for those of you in Dunbar). Forks across ironstone make my ears bleed.
And, Jeff…the other day I stood up and threw my back out for several days. Thats all…just stood up. Getting older sux.
Horky nose sucking throat clearers and nose blowing turn me green and queasy. Forks scraping against teeth grate up my spine. People who drag their feet, completely piss me off. How f-ing lazy can you be? Pick up your g-damn feet, go to the bathroom to hork your boogers and if you cannot eat without denting the silverware then drink all your meals from a straw!
Wow, I am hostile today. Feels good to vent all of that.
There is a couple things that makes my skin turn inside itself until I am a live-action Itchy & Scratchy episode. (See The Simpsons to get that one).
1.) Styrofoam – I can’t touch it or be near others when it is touched because of that damn sound it makes. I’m in a fetal position just thinking about it.
2.) Barefeet on Concrete – I don’t know why, but I can’t stand being barefeet on concrete. It gives me chills just thinking about it. Whenever I see my father he is barefoot & it drives me up the damn wall. First, his feet are filthy, I mean F-I-L-T-H-Y. Second, my legs give out whenever he takes a step because I can’t stand the feel of the concrete on my feet. Strange? I think not.
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The sound of an asshole packing his cigarette pack at a bar drives me crazy. It strikes me as a pretentious “Hey look how cool I am” kind of move.
Also, for the back, why not an advil? Those are better for that kind of thing? I’d say alleve, but alleve gives me such bad heartburn I can’t recommend it.
Tylenol maybe?
More beer?
DTO – That would have been Jason.
Jason – You’ll never go back to Velveeta
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I hate the sound of T Farty grinding his teeth while I’m showing his wife how it’s done.
I like the sound barefoot girls make on concrete. I like barefoot girls…Ok…that’s weird uh?
Styrofoam kills me! A guy I work with incessantly whistles something tuneless over and over, My husband was on a ventilator for quite a long time and it affected his swallowing. After a drink of a beverage he goes ahhhhh, he can’t help it but it bugs me! Forks on plates, Mouth breathers, horking mucus, Bad ballasts in fluorescent lights, radio stations that are not quite tuned in,,,,,
Cracking knuckles and toes, things rattling in the car, a dog licking his/her asshole and various other body parts, and foam against foam. Not styrofoam, although I’m not great with that either, but the foam in couch cushions and things of that ilk. Even just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end. UGH!
“Andy licking his foot, or whatever…….”
Now let me guess what the “whatever” might be?
Of course now that I think of it, there are more sounds/things that drive me batshit crazy. Here they are:
3.) Spoons in cereal bowls. I hate the sound the spoon makes in a cereal bowl when it is being dragged, to gather every last bit of milk/cereal bit. This produces that slurping sound people make when eating or drinking milk/cereal bits. Yarg! Perhaps this is why I refuse to eat cereal?
4.) Pencils on paper. I only write with pen because I cannot stand the way the pencil on paper feels. I don’t like the sound, I don’t like the feel and I don’t like hearing other people writing with pencils. And, yes, I can hear it. It’s awful!
Squick sounds – the cotton ball thing, the styrofoam thing, and this new one: stirring moist macaroni salad.
Sounds like soft-core porn kissing.
Boy Bands.
Intense pain from my ears to my temples via that dark, dark place in my mind that makes me want to inflict terrible pain on teenage musicians!
oh yeah, and Hammond organs.
Hey Swami, I’m tearing cotton!
‘Kin ya hear it? Kin ya? Kin ya?’
I really despise hearing the singer for Radiohead, whatever his name is. The sound of his voice almost induces nausea. I also despise seeing him, but not nearly as much as hearing him.
Whenever a TV program shows someone looking over a cliff, or from the top of a tall building to the ground below, and it’s like a thousand feet down, I get a really weird feeling all over, like an internal tickling feeling that’s really gross. Whenever a TV show shows someone who’s about to buy the farm because of a stupid human trick, and they stop the movement of the show just before it happens, I get that same weird, kind of body rush feeling. It’s really gross, and I hate it. It’s the same reason I don’t watch horror movies. I guess the people who make those shows know that everyone will have that same feeling.
for me its “Sniffling” like when a little kid needs to blow their nose but its an adult. I just want to scream and throw tissues at them.
I cannot tell you how many presentations I have done where an audience member does it until I lose my stuff.
Someone gulping their drink. That gulping sound *shudder* I can’t stand it even for a few seconds.
@Jason,
How did you like your personal-sized jello shooter?
Just curious.
Greg
Touché, t-storm, touché!
Greg in Cincinnati and Shiny Rod,
The jello was a terrible idea. It made the worst mess and didn’t feel good in the least. I think I’m going to have to shave my pubes, I can’t tell yet because of all the salve soaked gauze everything is wrapped in at the moment. I guess you’re supposed to wait until it cools down and sets up? What a disaster.
as to the above comment…too fucking hilarious. hhhahahhahahaha
I hate when people bite on their forks, the sound of metal against teeth drives me insane. I get the same feeling when people shuffle/drag their shoes on the ground instead of picking up their feet to walk. It’s even worse if they are in flip-flops.
Sorry the Jello was such a bad experience for you Jason. It’s always such a pleasant one for me…and as for the sticking….use a little non-stick cooking spray first. I guess I should have “explained” why I like the sound of things being put into Jello and pulled out again, but I was trying to be a good girl.
I get nervous every time I comment here now so I don’t always write what I really want to. I hold back a lot…
That reminds me of a Dave Attell bit.
Yanni has a CD called the sounds of love and it’s wind blowing and wind chimes. That’s not the sound of love! I want to hear balls slapping ass. I want to hear something that sounds like a boot stuck in mud only wetter.
Sounds that are like nails on a chalkboard to me… I’m on board with the utensils on teeth and utensils on plates, and I also don’t care for metal scraping across my fingernails. Strictly speaking that isn’t really a sound, but it does induce a full body cringe.
Tilly, as much as I like your mother, you are right. She does sometimes strike a tone that is, I imagine, akin to having an icepick jammed into the base of your skull.
DTO – That is not weird at all. I like barefoot women also (of course, I’m a lifelong West Virginian, so not necessarily unexpected – - sorry Buzzardbilly, don’t mean to encourage stereotypes). As far as I’m concerned, the more natural the woman (except for excess hair) the better.
As for sounds, the proverbial nails on the chalkboard kills me. In fact, I can’t stand chalk…period. No chalk on chalkboard, no touching chalk, no seeing chalk. Makes my arms cross and try to rip my shoulders from my spine. It’s just too dry. I hate dry. I like wet. Back to the barefoot women…
BTW, Tammie, don’t hold back.
Whenever I am in a department store with an escalator, I can hear it squealing. It curls my teeth (listen next time and see if you can’t hear it too)
I hate New Year’s Eve noismakers/poppers.
I can’t go to the chiropractor because the sounds of the snapping makes me feel a little sick
the sound of a beer pouring on tv drives me batty. that’s not what beer sounds like. screw you multimillion commercials!
Tammie – I am with mountie9wv, don’t hold back. You are so smart and funny! Plus, it goes against the core of who you are to hold back, so don’t o it!
*Silverware on a plate makes my skin crawl
*People who chew with their mouth open (A friend of mine who sits over the cubicle wall from me and she does that. I can hear her over the wall!)
*Alarm clocks on commercials that sound like mine
*Dogs cleaning themselves when I’m trying to fall asleep. When I’m awake, doesn’t bother me at all.
*People who don’t pick up their feet when they walk
*Gum knawers (or however you spell it)
I’m with Toney!!! I cannot stand the dog lick/chew sound for one second. I also hate chronic whistlers and gum poppers.
The sound of crows en masse sliding along our aluminium gutters waiting for their daily selection of bread crusts and other leftovers shoots a shiver up my spinal cord that explodes in my brain stem.
“It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.”
Wallace Stevens…from “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”
I wish you well…jtb
Nobody mentioned static yet. I can’t handle it when someone is trying to get a radio station that’s even slightly too far away. Or if you’re trying to figure out how to get the DVD player to work, and you accidentally turn the wrong thing off or on, and get a burst of static and the white screen. I have to turn the volume off immediately.
But you all have reminded me of a lot of other things I hate to hear.
i can’t stand the sounds of children. shrieking, crying, howling, whining anything like that.
also teenagers bother me.
if i hear those sounds i get into a murderous rage.. like a survival mode. and just want to use my fists to make it stop.
I hate any sound that comes out of my wife’s mouth !
I can’t stand stupid crybaby children either. “I want this, I want that. I need my insulin.” STFU brat.
Noises that really get under my skin:
1) The sound of a tree falling in a forest when no one is there to hear it
2) The sound of one hand clapping
Also, I think that it is important to note that maps spelled backwards is spam
What am I missing the in new updated bunkercam picture? Somebody help.
On IPOD right now- “Ain’t Talkin’ Bout Love”- Van Halen
AWG-Their sitting on some dude! Took me forever!
Holy Shit, I could have looked at that all day and not saw that!
As I sit here and eat my fucking apple for lunch, with my newly chisled body, my arteries felt like they were hardening a little bit, just watching Wanda make her macaroni salad in “Further Evidence”. But it did make me hungry….until I looked at Wanda some more.
On IPOD right now- Brain Damage”- Pink Floyd
They’re…fuck!
Having not watched the ‘further evidence’ link before I made my comment regarding macaroni salad, I would now like to rescind my comment.
Stirring mac sal will NEVER sound like soft-core porn kissing again. EVER.
Damn.
more like supple sara
When the hell did Boulder,CO become a ‘west coast’ city? Did CA and AZ and UT finally fall into the ocean? Cause that would kick ass!
Gee, not one Mary Hart voice-induced epileptic seizure sufferer. What’re the odds of that?
Physically painful sounds:
A TV on mute (yes, I really can hear that), well, any mechanical whine, really. And Government Mule. That band literally causes me teeth grinding, tension-headache pain. Also, incessant scratching when I’m trying to sleep. I know it itches, but quit! Oh, and hiccups. *shudder*
i agree. i can hear a tv on mute. it makes a sound, like electronics being on. maybe it’s the 60 cycle hum. doesn’t bother me normally, but will keep me up if i’m trying to sleep, unless i’m drunk.