And then some additions to it.

So you wanted more things that annoy me…

• The tremendous amount of spam on First Class. Now that people can send files to everyone, they do it too bloody often—every time they lose a freakin' mitten. Worse yet, some people reply to everyone. Good thing I don't have dial-up, or I'd have to wait 30 seconds per page to find out that the next three messages consist of some yutzes, whose VCRs are still blinking noon, responding to Dr. Rossi's latest with, “Great news!” and “Amen!” and “That blesses me so much.”
• This campus's lack of recycling bins. Every five hundred feet, the city of Scotts Valley has a recycling bin; but on this campus, nobody gives a crap about the planet.
• The paranoia about the mountain lions. They're too busy filling up on house pets and baby deer to attack a cholesterol-filled Bethany student, yet there are too many people afraid to walk to their dorms at night.
• The fact that the lobby couches are getting shinier over time. (Don't analyze this too deeply.)
• People who say “How's it going?” but never stop walking past you for an answer. (I complained about this already, but this morning Bill Kassis did his impression of it and reminded me of it. Bill rocks.)
• Worship Leaders Who Capitalize Every Word In The Songs They Put On The Overhead.
• People who have to interrupt your TV program for sports scores. Do they not understand that this is what the internet is for?
• People who want me to pirate CDs and DVDs for them. Then they stare at me blankly whenever I mention the word “theft.” Are their consciences that seared?
• La gente que habla español siempre que otro que habla español camina en el cuarto. Entiendo que debes practicar o la lengua sale; no es personal. Pero eso recuerdame a mis vecinos que hablan en español siempre que desearon a hablar sobre mí “detrás de mi posterior.” (I know; “behind my back” doesn't really translate.) Ellos no saben que era en una escuela de español. Es más divertido a fingir que no entiendo. Oigo más.
• People who say, “Man, we need to put together a study group!” and then you discover that you're the only one doing any studying; they just want to sponge answers off you.
• People who fart in the lobby whenever everyone else leaves for a commercial break, then pretend they don't smell the foul stench when people return and windows must be opened.
• People who rip on Bill Clinton. When he was president, did you ever pray for him? Aren't we supposed to pray for our leaders, whether we agree with them or not? (And I find if you're praying for someone on a regular basis, you're gonna find that it's a little hard to rip on him.)
• The stench of stale Top Ramen. Yet people still eat the stuff. The stuff costs a dime, people; when it goes bad, you can afford to throw it out. Don't they notice any connection between the stale Ramen and the eventual stomach cramps?
• Burnt popcorn. The microwave has a “popcorn” setting, people. Use it. If it doesn't pop all the kernels, there's a reason; the company is giving you shoddy product. Zapping it another minute will only get you ashes.
• People who use Mike's body wash and piss in Fermin's shampoo bottle. I have instructed Mike to fill his empty bottle with honey and see what kind of results he gets. There's a bunch of savages around here.
• People who throw crumpled-up napkins in the café. Sometimes they hit me. I may have to retaliate… after first filling the napkin with soup or nose blow or something equally foul.
• People who come into the hall during Open Dorms, can't find the person they're looking for, and come back every five minutes to exclaim, loudly, that he's still not here. Of course he's not here. He's avoiding you. I would.
• The preaching contests. Some of the guys in my hall are trying to see who can sound like they’re the most on fire for God. There’s something artificial about the whole thing that I find disturbing. It resembles hypocrisy.
• Puddles in the microwave.
• People who take out your half-done laundry and leave it on the counter. I ranted about this once before. It still bugs me. If I catch anyone doing it, to me or anyone else, I will have to ruin their day.
• People who complain about mandatory chapel. Why, then, did you come to a school that has them? Go to UCSC. It costs less and they have Open Dorms 24 hours a day.
• People who complain about being stuck on campus. Are your legs broken? I get off campus more often than some of the people who have cars. How do you think I get my groceries, videos, and non-biblical books? How do you think Jesus got from Capernaum to Jerusalem and back every year? (Or across the Galilee?)

Again, more when I have them.