Roads. In general really. An hours drive took three hours because there was just accident after accident and the traffic was crawling. On such a hot day it was really not fun.

People behind wheels who drive on puddles so carelessly without even thinking that maybe - just maybe - they're splattering water all over the innocent person on the sidewalk.

My Uncle got prosecuted for doing that - it wasn't on purpose but his passenger laughed at the unfortunate wet person who took the registration... :(

Anyway I assign having to search in an archive with ceilings about 5"6 high when you are 5"10..... it is definitely a hobbit sized archive....

This little bit of skin that feels like I've a bit of food stuck just where my wisdom tooth is coming through. It's driving me mad that I can't get rid of it.

I assign snapping turtles. *shudder* They are knobby, algae-y, and can snap toes off. They never stop growing, they are the among the ugliest creatures on the planet, and they can snap toes off. They have a horrible snakey tail, and they have a horrid beak-like mouth that can snap toes off.

I also hate swimming in lakes and rivers where I've seen snapping turtles. It's not very fun to feel like you have to lie flat on the top three inches of water to keep from losing toes.

I personally have never (knowingly) gone within a fifty feet radius of an adult snapping turtle, unless you count watching the same one lay eggs in the same spot in the road every year.

I also assign the fact that I've never taken a walk downtown. I strolled hurriedly for a couple of blocks once, and glanced in the shops as I passed, but I've never had whole hours to spend shopping at all the neat little shops & cafes there.

Wicked pleasure assignment!
 

Making the trip from the Pittsburgh exit of the PA turnpike (mile marker 57) to the Downingtown exit (mile marker 312) in a little less than 3.5 hours.

And no, I didn't get a ticket. :p Speed limit is 65 mph, so I really wasn't speeding that much.

I'm absolutely certain that this will get me reassigned to Mordor again, and probably with just cause. But I was still far from the fastest driver on the road.

Snapping turtles?

http://pbskids.org/backyardjungle/fi...iscovery_f.jpg

All together now: Awwww.

I assign people who throw rubbish in the streets!

Copenhagen these days have so much rubbish lying around, that I feel the need to appologies for the state of our otherwise marvouless city to the turists.
All I am asking for is that people carry their rubbish, 100 meters or so to the next rubbish bin.

Ha! Having raised baby snapping turtles, I am impervious to your attack!
Ewww, see, they're even black and spikey when they're little. Like little Orcs, burarum.

Yes, we dug up the nest of the abovesaid laying turtle one year, and hatched a batch in a fishtank. Then we released them all in the sinkhole next to our house.

The property the sinkhole was on was sold and a house built near it. I'll assign to Mordor that we can no longer hunt for frogs there. :( And the fact that the shoreline was changed, and now when I look for a certain little nook or ithsmus, it's no longer there.

Tears of anger. Tears should not be an expression of anger. The object of the anger is more likely to interpret it that the angry person is hurt, and show sympathy, or worse, condescension; and that's not a good thing if the angry person wants the object of the anger to melt in fear at the sight of the angry person. If that made sense.

It made sence. . . although I am having trouble imagining people melting of fear of you, Lhuna!

I assign that a person who has always been full of life, charming and fun, has to spend the last years of his very short life in a more or less vegetable state.

Patches of water on a floor. Footwear with too little friction. Dozens of strangers and one of the last guys around whom you'd want to be caught in anything embarassing. Gravity. The concerned looks on same strangers' and guy's faces. Paranoia that whispers the presence of a laugh behind those concerned looks. :o

Choices that I can make, but that are too hard to make. When I want both options more than anything, and both seem the obvious thing to do. It sucks. I want to be a kid again at times like these, and let my mom do the choosing for me.

Everyone who approves of the soon-to-become practice of firing and/or not hiring people who smoke (not a regular smoker myself, but how come we claim to destroy discrimination by simply moving it to new territories?)

I'll send to Mordor passing out. I did it today having some blood taken for tests and it was horrible. It was as though I was outside the surgery in the road, and then coming round it felt like I was trying not to drown, and I was thrashing and shouting and I bit my tongue. Plus it felt like my head was going to burst. Not nice.

And I'm sending when cats aren't well. Mine keep being sick after their meat. :(

King Lear by William Shakespeare.
Three words for you: Boring, dull, dreary.
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Marijuana Medical

I assign the sort of bedroom situation in which you look suddenly around you to discover that at some point in the past three weeks, half, at least, of which you've spent out of state, your room exploded.

Okay, so the canvases on my floor are my fault. They never actually found a home. And yes, I set those two bags down when I got home from Vermont. But seriously... where did the rest of this stuff come from?

Love



need I say more? :(

Death. It really, really sucks.

I wouldn't know, I have never tried it. . . .

I assign the thought of aproaching death

Lord Voldemort...is that...you...?


On-topicness: I conassign losing momentum. And centripetal force.

I assign people not writting to you on msn. . .

Like if I often start conversations with people, but they never take the initiative to start one with me. Then I start to wonder if they don't like me or if I am to klingy. . .Maybe I am really assigning lack of online confidence.

I assign that a kid at the party I was at for a few minutes last night was throwing up while passed out and everyone else was too drunk to think "This is bad."

There's a good reason for the 21 drinking age. It's these kids that prove 'adults' right. :(

I assign people who hate their birthdays...(see assign to the Shire ;) )

I second that... I try to rid of the big and small annoyances, but my friends say they have too many already. :rolleyes:

~ Ka

I don't think it's a reflection on on you Rune. I know that I always love to talk to people online, but I rarely remember to look at who else is online when I go on the internet because my instant messenger program starts up automatically when I turn on the computer, so I don't think about it. I'm not sure how much sense that made, but if the people you talk to online are anything like me, then they don't mean anything towards you by not initiating conversations.

To stay on topic, I assign mold and mildew. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl, so you can imagine my horror when I discovered a plastic bag with several items of damp and moldy/mildewed clothing hding in my room! I'm not sure why or when I put them in the bag in the first place, but they were obviously there long enough to gain a horrid collection of fuzzy-looking blak dots all over them. Eeeeeeeeeeew! :eek: Fortunately the clothes have lost all traces of whatever was growing on them after several days of soaking in a bucket of diluted bleach.

I'm assigning something Very Horrible I'd forgotten about. Piranha Fish! When I was a kid I used to get books from the library about foreign countries (always been a firm armchair traveller ;) ) and one had lots of lurid tales about people eaten by Piranhas. I've always been afraid of them ever since - when I was 10 we went to Liverpool Museum and I was transfixed by the tank of Piranhas, then the guard saw me tapping the glass and told me they'd all get out and bite me! I've just seen a TV show where a man was fishing for them in Guyana and they were huge! He had to hit the thing on the head to stun it. I've just had a childhood fear reawakened :eek:

Finally I'm assigning the traffic on my street because the Premiership starts here in 2 hours and its already busy. Can't they catch the bus for once?! Or even walk, as its only five minutes from the station! Argh! But I'll bet Sean Bean will be in the pub down the road later! :cool:

My dad used to have piranhas when he was a kid... he'd stick his arm in the tank and charge people to watch. The secret? Feeding them plenty of food beforehand so they wouldn't be driven to a feeding frenzy. Still kinda scary, though.

Now, to be on topic, I assign illness. Not fun, not even a little bit. Especially when there's nothing on TV.

I assign people salting their food before even tasting it. I think it is an insult to the person cooking.

Well, there I go to Mordor yet again. But I like salt! That's like saying "How dare you put cinnamon on your sugar and buttered toast; it's an insult to the sugar!" With all due respect: :rolleyes: :p

How are you to know how much salt the cook has put in that food? For all you know it could taste like the Dead Sea !

Ah but the primary cook for my food is notorious for a lack of salt (in my most humble opinion), and she complains about the very same thing! I always end up adding salt, even after doing her the courtesy of tasting her (not savory enough) meats etc. And at restaurants, if I order it salty so it comes, and I don't have to worry about it.

By the by, you DID assign PEOPLE who salt their foods, not the action.

So anyway, I (con)assign PEOPLE who make huge generalized assignments to Mordor based on personal taste. Nya nya nya! :D

I would like to deepen this new rift between the Downers by also assigning those who pepper their food before tasting it. Salt and Pepper detract from Flavour by replacing it with their own.

Only if you use it wrongly. Salt and pepper are meant to enhance, so don't heap it on. Sheesh. Just like any other spice.

So I assign all the ninnies who don't know how to properly use spices with their foods. :p

Playing the other side of the issue, I'll assign cooks who oversalt the food. :p

For the record, I taste first.

Conassigned to Mordor: delays at work that put you 3 hours behind schedule.

I assign people who reach across the table and pepper other people's food. Dad always used to do that when we had cottage cheese. Don't get me wrong, I like a little fresh-ground pepper on my cottage cheese. I just like to put it there myself.

Buss 79 drivers.

Horrendous memories... Father... salt... pepper... lemon juice... MY FOOD.

I agree completely. Parents, your taste does not apply to your children. Keep this is mind.

Same goes for preference in times to wake up. Why is it that every morning my mother wants to speak to me at 7:30? Why can't she do it the night before? Even better, why can't she call me from work? My alarm was set for 8:30. Surely that's a reasonable time to get up? Why, mother, why? :)

LOL

oh.....this is an interesting thread. ;)

I agree. Parents' tastes don't apply to their kids. hmph.