Word: brained
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...every remake is a desecration of the original. (David Cronenberg's 1986 take on The Fly, to name just one, is a stand-alone masterpiece.) But it'd be nice if the 2007 Heartbreak Kid had some idea of the moral stakes involved, instead of playing everything for no-brain farce...
...says Newell through the puppet. “But this is Booger Appreciation Year and we are thanking our boogers for filtering the air that we breathe. Think about it now. We started burning corn oil in our automobiles. Did you know that corn oil is worse for your brain than lead? Corn oil is worse than lead for your brain. Can you imagine that? And they’re not going to even tell us about it. Oh no, no, no, no. You can just run your SUVs on corn oil all day long.”Rants like...
...which is an introduction designed to provide an understanding of chemistry jargon to those whose last encounter with the subject came before their first high school date. The remaining five sections are broken down further by types of disease, spanning the spectrum from allergy to cancer to brain disease.“Molecules and Medicine” allots exactly one page to each molecule in medicine that it covers, breaking the pattern for occasional explanations of the biological targets on which a given class of drugs work, and providing the all-important context that turns its potentially dry pages into...
...while dwelling in a land without my people, I participated in three conversations about Judaism that are lodged in my brain. I offer them here, not to teach a lesson or recount any epiphanies (I didn’t have any), but to provoke questions that might lack answers. Please feel free to contact me if you can figure out what they mean, because I sure as hell don?...
...buzz died. From June to August I couldn’t read more than 30 pages of a book before I got bored or frustrated or distracted by another rerun of “America’s Next Top Model.” After all of that brain java, I needed something to settle my stomach (so to speak), and when I pulled my mother’s 1975 paperback edition of “The Portrait of a Lady” off the shelf, I knew I had found it. The language was pleasantly buffered, and as crunchy...