Word: ers
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...Citizen Baines," from John Wells ("ER", "The West Wing"), is a show with so much potential CBS is running it on the least watched night of TV, Saturday, when every other network goes fishin'. It does seem a tough sell: a family drama about a former senator (James Cromwell) trying to reconnect with his three grown daughters in Seattle (let's hope none of them are wolves). On the plus side, given the swelling Americana theme music, some viewers may think it's "The West Wing." Meanwhile, "The Agency," from movie director Wolfgang Petersen, is a drama about the brave...
...latest buzzword is "visibility." "Are you tired of the word?" Merrill Lynch recently asked in the title of a research report. It's heard so often in brokerages that you could mistake a trading room for a training room at the National Weather Service. Visibility near zero, say meteorologists, er, analysts. Their fogged-over lenses are why stocks are in the dumps...
...Hara becomes "Other," Rhett Butler "R," Ashley Wilkes "Dreamy Gentleman"--but these draw whatever substance they have in this version from the people fleshed out in Mitchell's novel. Randall's invention is the character Cinnamon/Cynara, the slave Mammy's mulatto daughter and the half sister of Scarlett, er, Other. Cynara's diary forms the basis of The Wind Done Gone. She writes of her childhood at Cotton Farm and Tata (Tara) and then of events after the period covered in GWTW: her freedom and her life in Atlanta as R's mistress and eventual wife. Along...
...would BMW foot a big bill for an Internet campaign? "Our purchasers are driven, work-hard, play-hard people," says Jim McDowell, vice president of marketing for BMW of North America. "They're very time pressured." You know the type: a CEO who moonlights in ER. "But about 85% of them are on the Web before they buy a BMW. We wanted to do something that would get their full attention...
...third-floor hallway. My killer concealed himself in the room across from ours, and I can still hear the terrible popping sound his twin machine guns made as he burst out into the open and riddled the walls, doors and floor with with bullets—er, nerf darts. I spun, too late, and managed to get a shot off, but it sailed wide, and then my assailant opened up with a second round and I went down in a hail of darts...