Word: crabbed
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...crab and crouch in the brush, low to the ground in the woods of Michigan. Deep, deep in the woods. Patient, silent, dressed as trees, we stalk our prey. Not the mighty bear or the trophy buck but an animal far more dangerous, and dumber than a bucket of rocks. The poacher...
Through repeated design "generations" that the researchers likened to Darwinian evolution, their computer sought the "fittest" offspring--ones that could crawl the farthest in a given time. One creation shuffled along like a crab. Another left markings in the sand with its snakelike contractions. The best design turned out to be a pyramidal-shaped creature that pushed itself along with a shovel-like...
...scene in the lab of Drs. Jordan B. Pollack and Hod Lipson at Brandeis gives one a metaphysical chill. Their primitive little creature, offspring of their robot, has one ability only: It crawls. Dr. Lipson tells the New York Times that the robot "walks something like a crab. It looks like it's crawling on the floor." This sounds eerily familiar...
...fact the public-TV network was single-minded in its determination to air every speech by every party hack who got near the mike from 8 to 11. This, evidently, is the missing "public service component" bemoaned by The Washington Post's Tom Shales and other crab- apple advocates of universal convention coverage: the urgent obligation to provide valuable airtime to two money-glutted parties to show free ads and the somnolent dronings of state assistant attorneys general. I say ABC deserves a government subsidy for airing Monday Night Football, which with Dennis Miller probably featured more trenchant commentary than...
That night in a booth at The Dancing Crab, a restaurant out Wisconsin Avenue, Nora goes to work on Carl. "Who is Deep Throat?" She is relentless, she tries everything. "Aw, c'mon!" "I won't tell." "Lemme guess - I'll mention a name, and if I count to 10 and you haven't hung up on me, I'll know it's right!" Grin. That, of course, is the sort of trick that Woodward and Bernstein used on reluctant secretaries at CREEP...