Well, there's you, to start. You have no imagination. Making us do all the work. Piss off.

I'm pretty pissed Todd got in before I did.

The rent is still too damn high!

big hamburgers, man.

Malcontents who don't know why they're malcontented. Go.

I'd rather stay on the line for my AT&T customer service survey.

This is just blog pollution.

People who leave the door open in coffee shops that are tiny when it's really cold outside, the traffic congestion in the inner-eastside industrial area (and saying 'in the inner-eastside'), people who watch their kids sneeze directly at you in the New Seasons deli seating area and say nothing, the way that it's disturbing how the panhandler girl who's recently started standing outside the Hawthorne Fred Meyer is a little too attractive to be a plausible junky but is because you've seen her multiple times on PDXmugshots for heroin possession, non-basketball fans jumping on the Blazer bandwagon because it's the hip thing to do, the continued inability to fucking use your turn signal properly, my own inner malaise for not calling 911 last night after I walked by the mentally ill man sitting in the bus shelter literally picking shit out of his ass and throwing it into the street, the continued fucking plague of two-named businesses (Fork and hammer, Hammer and fork, Hammer and hand, the Douche and the Danner's), Car2Go speeders/cheapskates who run stop signs and generally drive aggressively because they're thinking about the minute-by-minute rate (I count myself in this)...

Bicyclists.

How about Schmizza? I hear they have some (non) fans...

And poems man, fucking poems.

Our beloved I/A rant blog entries that would be better seen in Hustler or Swank. (I'm ready for the dislikes) Websites that say "Password error, try again" when they mean "Sorry we're down for maintenance" People who wear their hat like Yogi Berra. Hummers and 25' Pickups. Wanna be custom cars that take up 2 1/2 parking spaces. I won't bore you with more, but I got a "millyen of em"