I have a somewhat sparse part of the side of one of my brows due to over-zealous plucking when I was a teenager. Yet those encroaching hairs between the brows and moving down the soft it-still-stings-when-I-pluck-there ridge above my eye? Oh, those don’t stop growing back in…
Well, of course; see Hair 101 - Growing Where Not Wanted and Not Growing Where Wanted. 
Oh yeah, of course! If you overpluck a spot *one *time, it’ll thin out immediately. But if you continually pluck a spot you don’t ever want hair growing in, it will just keep coming back.
See also: Cat Whisperer’s reply.
Crap this sucks, the wife of a murdered cop who was 9 months pregnant when her husband was killed, delivered her baby yesterday. It was stillborn.
You know what I fucking hate? Those shitty adverts they embed in websites nowadays that play the ad at full volume without you even choosing to click on them. For some reason, those ads are always on the slowest fucking websites so I’ll be sitting there waiting for my…whatever the fuck it is I’m waiting for to come up and out of NOWHERE I’ll hear “If you want real stain removing power, you want new Daz ultra-brite”.
Motherfucker, I DON’T want real stain removing power. I DON’T want cheaper car insurance. I DON’T want a low-low-low APR credit card, and I DON’T want fifteen barrels of dick-hardening Chinese root potion, rejuvenating facial creams enriched with essence of pig fetus, a bumper pack of “Gussets” the canvas adult undergarment that’ll never let you down, or whatever the fuck it is you’re puking down my fucking broadband pipe. I ESPECIALLY don’t want HEAR you talk about it! I don’t want to know the benefits, be they economic, social, psycho-sexual, or existential. I don’t care if buying your cunting fucking piece of shit kitchen utensil will finally fill that gaping spiritual void in my life and salve the dreadful psychic wounds which have reduced me to sputtering incoherence at the mere thought of you. I want you to FUCK OFF!
I don’t mind the banner ads. Banner ads I can just about block out. I don’t even mind these fucking multi-media surround sound adverts provided they remain mute until I click on them. But when you motherfucking hucksters start soliciting me without invitation, that’s when you cross the line. That’s when I feel the need to hunt you down and cut your eyes.
SHUT UP!
{stands up, starts standing ovation}
FYI to everyone. A nice D-Cell Maglite is a dangerous item according to TSA. It will be confiscated long after your checked luggage is on its way.
{Joins Cat Whisperer}
I hate the fucking pop-ups that either are darker than and obscure the page you’re really trying to look at, and/or make the “close” button so light you can’t find it or move it around to different corners.
I forgot my mini-rant, I was so in awe of the most awesome rant in a long time. Not once but twice on the way home today, I was driving along, minding my own business, and the car in front of me stopped for no apparent reason and gave right-of-way to another car that was stopped at a stop sign. People, you cannot just do random things like this and get away with it forever - sooner or later someone will rear-end you for doing things this stupid. Someone here said something like this just recently (yeah, I know, that’s about how well I remember things these days) - don’t drive nicely, drive predictably.
Damn. :smack::smack:I’m not sure how long it’s been that i’ve been plucking my eyebrows, but it’s been at least four or five years. 
They bug me. I plucked them again last night but i don’t keep track of how often i do this, :mad:generally seems to be twice a month :(:smack:
Melodyharmonius: my family gets the same little bastards fucking with our cars in NW Indiana, and they fuck with the crappy old Jeeep, Mom’s car, Dad’s car, my grandpa’s 97 Pontiac, and it’s AGGRAVATING. These little shitstains have busted windows in the cars, broke the mirrors off, stolen change from the cupholder, and once they also stole the Amigo-type scooter from my grandfather’s car.
And FUCK YOU Cialis ADS. Fuck you for being on 99% of channels, for being lame, fake and fuck you for your trite notions of romance. Fuck your bathtubs, too.
The websites are probably loading slowly specifically because of these shitty ads. SDMB threads always take a noticeable time to load here at work, where I can’t install an ad blocker.
1.) That’s weird. I don’t see flashlights anywhere on the list. The only thing I can think of is that it’s big enough to use as a bludgeon, maybe? Could you have asked them to point to a thing that said you couldn’t take it?
2.) Why the hell did you have a big-ass flashlight in your carry-on luggage? I have a Maglight that takes D batteries–in fact, I just pulled it out last night when my power was out (for 12 hours!)–and those things are fucking substantial.
You can get away with plucking yours only twice a month? Hah! I’ll often let mine go when I don’t care (at least the under-the-brow part), but ideally I’d need to pluck mine probably once a week.
I bit the inside of my mouth last night and now I keep accidentally re-biting the swollen spot. OW!
I did that too! Only yesterday at lunch.
I am my company’s garbage can. Anything that is too stupid or pointless or annoying or crappy to do gets given to me. Right now I’ve just been asked to create a form (which is basically just a list of items: item one, name of item, name of second item, contact phone) so send to all our locations for them to use for a specific program they do.
Seriously? This is a very, very basic thing to create in either Excel or Word. I just told my boss that. “I don’t understand why it makes sense for me to create this. Why can’t someone in the locations do this for their location? This is very basic.”
His response? Because I just want to send it to them.
So, we don’t have any level of expectation for anyone in our locations that they can create a basic list?
No, says he. I’m not confident we have anyone in all of our locations that can create this.
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Fucking. KIDDING. Me.
I know I need to get the fuck out of here. I don’t know how to solve this problem. Seems like just going to a different, stupid job would simply mean transfering this stupid bullshit for different stupid bullshit. I don’t know what, if anything, I would actually LIKE to do. And at this point, I can’t imagine being paid a living wage for what I would like to do. I’m 41 and going back to school for a graduate degree seems like a very expensive option that may get me a more interesting job, but a sucky financial situation in the end (ie - debt). All I see is a series of crap options that all suck. I feel trapped.
The biggest problem with being smart is that you don’t *feel *smart–it just feels like everyone *else *is deeply stupid.
Insert 43 instead of 41, and I could have written this post. I feel like I’m going around in a circle in my head, going from non-viable option to the next non-viable option.
I was thinking the other day that Cialis was being marketed to women, even though that doesn’t make much sense.
Feels like I haven’t left the house in weeks. I really need to get out of here.
This is beautiful. I’m going to cross-stitch this on a sampler and hang in over my desk at work.
When I tell people that I’m too old to start a new career they say, “Look at Grandma Moses!” and I say, “She’s dead now, right?”