I Object

Here's a handy list of things I feel I must object to:

• Naming a road "Crossroads Road."
• Using "ask" as a noun, as in "that's a tall ask" (although I'm not sure I've heard this particular misdemeanor outside of Tour de France broadcasts). (Still.  Don't.)
• Calling the Foo Fighters the Foos.  No matter how much of a first name basis you feel you are with the band.  I'm not even a fan of the Foo Fighters, so I'm not sure why I'm so adamant about this issue, but adamant I am.
• Pharmaceutical commercials.  If my doctor, after 12 years of doctor training, is counting on me to discover the proper drug for my condition by watching NBC between 9 and 10 on Tuesdays, then the system is broken beyond repair and I need a new doctor.
• High heels.
• The Bush Administration's last minute "ecological yard sale," in which they are looting ecological regulations to allow mining companies to dump the waste from mountaintop-removal mining into rivers and streams; allow factory farms to pollute waterways with tons of poo without a permit and completely independent of the Clean Water Act; allow federal land-use managers to approve development, mining, and logging without consulting federal habitat managers and biological health experts responsible for species protection; and (hilariously) transfer the responsibility for examining the environmental impacts of federal ocean management decisions from federal employees to advisory groups that represent regional fishing interests. Undoing these regulations by the Obama Administration will be difficult and time-consuming.  I guess they must think they haven't done enough damage.  See OMB Watch for more outrage.