Picnicface was great. I loved going to their shows back when and still go see Mark Little and Andy Bush whenever they come through town, but it's time to move on. Every time there's a show even remotely funny happening in HRM the reviewer always opens with “Not since Picnicface.” Stop. They're gone now, have been for a while, aren't coming back anytime soon and you're doing a disservice to all the new talent around the city. Example: Chanel and Frank are two comics running shows every week in the city and are completely ignored. The Company House feels like an actual comedy club and their High Life show is turning people away at the door every week because it’s sold out. Yeah, they're not Picnicface, but Andy Bush was the one who told me to go see the shows and I almost never miss one since, so that must count for something. —Art Isn't Gentrification

To be dumb enough to put your dumb-ass, passive-aggressive, anonymous note on the wrong door. You meant to send this to my neighbor who has “three cars and a bike.” I don't know why you're too much of a coward to talk to these people face-to-face and have to use unsigned notes to show how angry you are, but have you even considered contacting the agency you mentioned in your dumbass note to report the activity you're soooo upset about? —Wrong Address

You can huff, you can puff but you’re not getting in my stall! Rattling the door, banging on the door commanding me to “hurry up” is not going to make my ablutions go faster. This isn’t the only comfort station in the building. So skip to another loo my darling. —Generalissimus Stall-in

Yes, it is great to keep yourself ‘groomed.’ However, when you clip your nails for 10 minutes (seriously) at your desk, everyone is disgusted. That shit is for at home, not your desk at work. It is so loud! I don't even want to know how many nail slices are on your chair, desk and floor. It's gross. Go to the bathroom, at least! —Sick of Your Nasty Nails, Girl!

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people who don't say “Thank you” whenever I hold a door open for them! It really pisses me off! I'm not asking for your life's blood, nor am I asking for you to bow or curtsy to me. But there are two simple words which should be spoken. Seriously, I'm not kidding here! I'm not shy when it comes to saying “You're welcome,” when you clearly cannot be bothered to say “Thank you.” Or is that being too much to ask? —Disgruntled Door-Holder in Dartmouth

Fine! I am a D.I.N.K (Dual Income No Kids) I know you judge me and other's like me because you feel we have no real responsibilities in life (by responsibilities I mean kids) and live somewhat selfishly. But guess what I am probably judging you too.But why not if you could only see yourselves, if your in a crowded venue and can loudly hear a man and women talking and they are joined with their with kids for some reason they believe they are entitled to bless us all with their "Family Chatter" as I call it, which includes everything from where stuff should be located in their baby carriage to loudly replying their son or daughter's questions and the exchange is at least 20db larger than anyone else in their immediate eco system.What ever happened to common courtesy? Is this a learned lesson in life or should everyone be aware of this basic sense of decency. It's like, what I see drivers around the city, if you are driving in a normal car of standard length and feel that it is required to make a wide right hand turn which actually propels your vehicle into the adjacent lane to the left of your car forcing that driver to know make an adjustment so they don't hit your car, you probably need to go back to drivers school, because your back tires will pivet and do the job for you. So my question is should we have mandated by the government parenting training, so that as a society we establish a social standard that everyone is held to? —Bedford N.S Resident

When a vegan feminist and a sausage lovin' women beater date. —The Jokes On You

Why do the banks here stink so bad. I’ve given up on my bank. Waiting forever to get someone in Mexico or Columbia to woodenly read me a script and suggest I visit a branch. Head to the nearest, most convenient branch to be told I have to go to my home branch, and they can do everything right away. Barely make it to my home branch right under the wire before they close at 5:00 to be told its 24-48 hours before they could do anything as they have to send off a service request. Even then their suggested solution was incorrect AND it resulted in me incurring fees. They’re all robotic, don’t care about the issue and just want to pass the buck, then try and upsell you something. Why am I paying all these fees to be treated like a hobo?!? —Poor Uncle Pennybags

Guys, you might want to check the toilet and floor for piss dribbles before leaving your buddy's bathroom —Pissed

I get it, it's early and your coffee has barely kicked in, but surely that doesn't mean that all of you can't see me trying to cross Larry Uteck. I have to take the bus to work due to an injury, that's why you see me with a cane. I can't do a mad dash to cross the road - you'd run me over without hesitation. My 1st bus drops me off 50ft from the intersection with a flashing yellow above it and have 10mins to reach the stop on the other side. I wear a bright jacket, so I don't blend into the background and I stick my arm out to signify my intent.... and hundreds of you drive by. There's plenty of time to slow down and stop; some courteous people have done so in the past. Most of the time, I have to wait until no traffic is coming, but days like today that didn't happen. Two trucks watched my plight as they waited to turn onto the road and tried to block the traffic for me (thankyou for trying). But that wasn't good enough to stop you all from barreling through inbetween them and missing me by inches. I follow the rules of the road, perhaps the rest of you could as well instead of pretending you can't see me as I commute 2 hours in either direction to get to work. Would that minute I slow you down for really affect your overall drive? I had to watch my bus pass by from the intersection again this morning. Your lack of patience is going to cost me my job... or downright kill me someday. —That Woman You See Every Morning