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...story of Susan Boyle - like that of Paul Potts before her - is, except to the most jaded and curmudgeonly among us, completely irresistible. Fished, seemingly, from the bottom of the troll pond by Britain's Got Talent, these two humble, working-class, physically ill-favored souls were suddenly found to be capable of creating things of astonishing beauty. People reacted as if vast quantities of treasure were discovered in the trunk of a broken-down Hyundai abandoned on their street. It was always there, but nobody had ever bothered to look. Thanks to that grouchy Simon Cowell (and YouTube...
...columnist wants that column, and maybe a follow up, and yes, making a sorry life less sad is good, but he never wanted to become a defacto one-man Social Services Agency. He can't cure Ayers and no one is trying to gloss over that reality here (except for one scene at the end that contradicts what we've come to know about Ayers' ability to cope with crowds). All Lopez can do is try to help, and the movie gives testimony to the way newspapers can comfort the afflicted. (See the top 10 newspaper movies...
Like everything Abrams does, Star Trek will be a savvy, glossy, professional operation, tricked out with clever writing and grand set pieces and the kind of CGI that looks just like the real thing except that it smells like money. And I, for one, plan to enjoy it richly. I'm expecting the most exciting Trek in years...
...Except this spontaneous fashion show happened to be missing, well, the fashion (not to mention it wasn't actually spontaneous). The Eleganza devotees wore only green t-shirts with "Jack Willis" (who?) on the front, and "Eleganza" predictably splayed across the back. If that's groundbreaking couture, FlyBy fears for the upcoming season's fashion trends...
...arrived—when eager, starry-eyed youngsters come to Harvard, still high on the rush of receiving their thick envelopes in the mail. Don’t get me wrong, I simply love spending my Saturday night with a kid smart enough to win the National Spelling Bee. Except when she comes back shit-faced from her first ever final club outing, only to puke all over my brand new rug. FML. Can you spell that, little one? Oh, and of course I’m totally into the number droppers—the ones who find the need...