Goodbye.

I have decided that this blog has got to end, and now should be the time. It is very difficult to blog every morning. I hope you enjoyed my previous 131 entries. Goodbye.

Day One Hundred and Thirty-one, October First

The sound that cars make when you have windows open. It is very unpleasant to be trapped in a high-speed car where people insist on having the widows open. Not only does it make noise, but also makes it really windy. It is hard to appreciate the music as well because you lose a lot of sound, and can't hear it very well. Close the windows and turn up the AC if possible.

Day One Hundred and Thirty, September Thirtieth

All the really bad variations of Oh Canada played on the announcements every morning. I'm sure this applies in other countries as well. If they just sticked to the standard version, it would be more tolerable, but we have to listen to country, reggae, dance, and many more mixes of this song that sound terrible. It was not meant to be played in those genres, and the production is always really awful. If you have to play the national anthem, at least play a standard one.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-nine, September Twenty-ninth

How people often talk about Kurt Cobain as a hero of music. He was at best an average musician, and really was not nearly as accomplished as many others of his time. Sure, it's sad that he died, but that's about all I can comfortably say. I don't really understand this fame he has been given as a "god of good music". It just doesn't make sense.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-eight, September Twenty-eight

Fake vintage stuff. There is no pointing putting fake wear on things to make them look old. It is obviously fake but it is still very common. It is better to just make things look perfect, and not fake the wear, the wear will happen itself over time and will look real.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-seven, September Twenty-seventh

When people clap along to live music. It doesn't add anything to the sound, and sounds stupid. The musician can often be thrown of as well as crowds are not particularly talented at keeping a beat. It is a dumb practice that has been popular for ages. Every time it happens, I feel badly for the musician because they do not deserve it. It will definitely decrease the quality of their performance.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-six, September Twenty-sixth

When teachers give you hand-outs without holes punched. It is very irresponsible, as it makes it way more likely that you will loose the page. It will become a free-floating page in your binder,  at is almost guaranteed to get crumpled and lost. It is not that much work to take the whole stack to the hole-puncher before you hand them out, and is in the interests of everyone.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-five, September Twenty-fifth

The Suzuki violin program. Every kid in the world on this program learns the same songs. If you are in a household where this is the case, the songs start to blend together. I can no longer distinguish one song from another, because they have all formed one long category of songs in my mind the is "Suzuki music". If I have a mental breakdown, this will most likely have been the cause.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-four, September Twenty-fourth

When people laugh at their own jokes. If you are the only one laughing, what you said was most likely not funny. It is also almost entirely fake laughter, which is just dumb. It is a very irritating practice to anyone who has to observe it.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-three, September Twenty-third

Obsession with Disney movies. Why do people continue to care about these boring animated movies years after they have left the desired demographic of the movies? I don't really understand the obsession, because there are plenty of movies with better plots, better production, and better music. Maybe you enjoyed them when you were under ten year old, but they really should have left your life by the age of 13.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-two, September Twenty-second

Having to play dumb card/board games with kids. It sucks. I never want to have to play any game that anyone under the age of eight can understand. Also, you cannot be competitive, because you are supposed to let them win. This defeats the purpose of a game, but isn't too hard with the games you end up playing since the outcome is left entirely up to chance anyways.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-one, September Twenty-first

When you read a recipe and late on you realize that it takes 24 hours or more. Recipes should warn in advance about how long it takes to make the recipe so you don't end up having to rush it last minute and disobey the instructions. Recipes could also be laid out as a timeline, making it very clear immediately how long it would take. We need more advance notice.

Day One Hundred and Twenty, September Twentieth

When people don't know what racism is. If you are describing someone, and you say that they are black, then you are not being racist at all. Some people will call you out after this and say that what you said was racist. You can tell them that they are wrong. Racism is when you form an opinion or distinguish someone as inferior based on their race. Not when you are using their race as a descriptive term.

Day One Hundred and Nineteen, September Nineteenth

Small cutlery. Why would you ever want to eat with a smaller piece of cutlery? It is entirely useless. What is worse is when people only have small cutlery and you are forced to use it. Its small handle is awkward and the functional end is completely useless. Eating soup or cereal with a small spoon is an awful experience that I would not recommend to anyone.You might as well just get normally sized utensils instead.

Day One Hundred and Eighteen, September Eighteenth

How there are so many different things at the beginning of a book. You can often find prologues, forewords, prefaces, introductions, author's notes, and many other useless mini chapters that I ignore. Why do there have to be so many? I do not know the difference between them and find them all very dry and boring. All that stuff should be available in a separate edition or online, but not in the standard print copy since no one cares.

Day One Hundred and Seventeen, September Seventeenth

Pre-grated parmesan cheese sold in containers. It tastes absolutely nothing the real thing. Regular parmesan cheese is a good addition to many dishes, but the pre-grated is comparable to adding wood chips to your meal. They taste awful and soak up moisture. Go for the real thing, it's much better.

Day One Hundred and Sixteen, September Sixteenth

When shower heads aren't high enough. I'm not even that tall a person but I still find this an issue. When they aren't high enough you routinely hit your head, and have to duck down to get your hair wet. It is an issue and could be easily fixed, but it seems that the "standard" height must have been determined in an historical period or region where people are on average shorter.

Day One Hundred and Fifteen, September Fifteenth

When switches turn on both lights and fan. I like to be able to customize my setup. Also, fans are very loud and can be irritating. Switches should control the two separately, but definitely not together,  as it eliminates the possibility of only one of the features at a time.

Day One Hundred and Fourteen, September Fourteenth

When people open your door and don't close it on the way out. This is very rude, and forces you, even though you were not involved in the opening of the door, to go and close it. The first thing that someone should think when entering a room is "how open is this door?" You should take this into account and close it to the extent to which it was closed before. Sometimes people care whether or not their door is open. Be considerate.

Day One Hundred and Thirteen, September Thirteenth

When light switches aren't in the obvious spot. There is nothing more awkward than groping around in the dark to find a light switch. There is a standard spot, but it is not always used. Also sometimes, it is at the wrong height, which would completely throw you off. Just put it in the right spot.