Things I DON'T like:

1. Icons. Every instruction or thing to "click" on a blog or website should always be rendered as text. Icons are for highways signs, such as DEER CROSSING," which shows a leaping buck. Icons are for people who never learned how to read. And they confuse, obfuscate and make the web page a bad one.

2. Tiny parking spaces. I have a nice car. I don't like door dents. If I see anyone touching my car with their door, I wait until they leave and I do an equal amount of damage to their automobile. An eye for an eye, Gomer.

3. Fat. One side effect of having a troublesome gall bladder is that you cannot consume fat, in any form. Most food has fat content. That includes just about everything except fruits and vegetables. Another side effect is that if you follow the dietary prohibitions in order to keep the pain away, you lose incredible weight. Since November when my gallbaby acted up for the first time, I have added two notches to my belt. I think I have lost over 8 pounds. That is because I consume very little protein any more and I try to do no fat. I have abandoned fast foods entirely. I have no butter anymore and can't eat cheese. I cheat a little with Parmesan or Asiago on Italian food, but back off the effects with large doses of Fish Oil capsules.

4. Dogs that crunch crotches.

5. Dog walkers who allow their dogs to defecate on my front lawn and don't remove the evidence. Such people will have a special place in Hell, where they will spend eternity eating my stool.

6. Loud (and illegal) car and truck exhausts. When I lived in California the fine was steep for noise, whether it was from a car radio or the engine. You had to have a complete, unbroken muffler and exhaust. Here, the word exhaust is something that means you are tired. The trucks and cars here sound like four engined airplanes. I have always thought that guys who race their engines to make a loud noise suffer from penis envy. An analyst told me that it was true in most cases. So I stopped doing it with my Jaguar.

7. Peekers. People walk by at night and stop out front, stare in through my large front windows. I wonder what they see? Probably the big painting. Maybe the taped-over bullet hole in the glass?

8. The USPS. My brother works for the USPS. He knows. They have many instances of people going "postal" and firing randomly at their supervisors and fellow workers. It is no wonder. The USPS took away all their overtime, saddled them with more work per employee, and is now considering dropping Saturday service. That will cut postal pay by one-sixth. The mail here is random. It may come at ten a.m. or it may come at four in the afternoon. Some days it comes on the next day. It is a mess. Congress should remove their monopoly and allow FedEx, UPS and others to enter the industry of delivering mail.

9. Facebook, Twitter and whatnot. I could care less. I have a life. MyBloggers and Inked-In are enough for me.

10. Fools who don't have a clue. My niece called. She got an email that "was from" her Nevada City Court. It said she was up for jury duty and if she clicked a link she could register online. She clicked the link. A page appeared on her browser for her to enter data. The pages required that she enter her Social Security number and the routing number and account numbers of her checking account. I told her to forward the email to the FBI and I gave her the correct FBI email address. She is no fool and didn't fall for this phishing scam. Don't you, either! NO GOVERNMENT OR BANK will ever send you an email asking for personal or financial information. NONE! Only fools fall for this crap.