Word: beastly
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...monoliths tried to make up in size what they lacked in grace, splendor or architectural intelligence; they were to the Empire State Building what the 1976 ?King Kong? remake (in which the beast falls from the top of one or both towers) was to the 1933 original (which concludes you-know-where). As Nicholas Von Hoffman wrote of the Twin Towers in last week?s New York Observer, ?They were a couple of ugly and ill-proportioned buildings of egotistical dimensions and heartlessness. They had nothing noteworthy about them but gross altitude.? I always thought of them as two stacks...
...John Lasseter (the respective comedic visionary and honorary Oscar-winner behind both sensational Toy Stories) is a hilarious expose of boogeymen and other things-that-go-bump-in-the-night, animated with classic Disney style mixed with the best of Tim Burton. It’s Beauty and the Beast meets The Nightmare Before Christmas in a quirky film that features first-class entertainment...
Second, Harvard just seems to have fun dishing out failure. Apparently, sending out 16,000 rejection letters is not enough to quench the thirst of this mighty, ego-sucking beast. It’s one thing to award a prize, but it is clearly another to dole out recognition solely for the pleasure of snatching it back from unsuspecting students who probably didn’t even know the award existed in the first place. Harvard should be condemned for laughing in the corner as students stood disappointed and sulking at their mailboxes...
...BEAST OF THE BELLY Despite all kinds of hi-tech diagnostic tools, like CT scans and laparoscopies, doctors don't always know when an appendix is inflamed enough to justify removing it. Each year as many as 40,000 unnecessary appendectomies are performed, mostly on women. Reason: tucked away in the back of the belly, the tiny appendix is hard to view...
...dear, it seems that a large rabid T-Rex named “thesis” has eaten my senior-year pie, dripping warm cherry filling all over my new winter white corduroys! “Shoot him! Shoot him!” I cry to no avail. The beast, unsatisfied with having eaten my pie, moves on to its next victim with that “no summa for you” grimace and “overdue library book fine” growl...