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...Wrestling Coach, location: the Wrestling Office. Pay: $8.50. The best of the worst. Perhaps if you're a Rock fan you might end up really liking this job. I'm sure the wrestling coach would have all kinds of tips on how the Rock could improve his astoundingly acrobatic eyebrow lift. But for the rest of the world: Do you have any idea how wrestlers smell...
...composition. There's a rhythm to the words combined with the pictures. Whenever I'm working on a comic strip I re-read it, probably hundreds of times through to pay attention to how all of those things work. Sometimes even changing the angle of a character's eyebrow can really, seriously alter the effect and overall interpretation of a scene. And the insertion of a pause or a cough or a sniff, and all these things that we do in conversation, can bring it to life in a strange way. All of these things are patently obvious...
...wife-beater, who, according to Summers' busy spinning of hearsay and rumor, hit Pat severely before, during, and after the White House years - blackening her eyes, sending her to emergency rooms. Summers' account is a tabloid masterpiece put together with no real evidence, only second- and third-hand eyebrow-waggling and inference-projecting. You get the picture when you see that Summers gives a psychologist's profile of your typical wife-beater ("rigid, impersonal, and inadequate to deal with stress," "values that respect rigid sexual stereotypes") and concludes - eureka! - "It is fair to say that Nixon conformed to this profile...
...oratorical superstar. He's from the Northeast, one of the few regions Gore can be confident of winning. He has no particular constituency, no ideological sweet spot; just news-watchers who vaguely admire him. But barring a national reaction to Lieberman's intense (and to the heartland, probably eyebrow-raising) religious habits and persuasion, Lieberman, like Cheney, probably won't hurt...
...vice president but no one actually knows anything. In a town where that isn't much of a restraint, the lack of information has only increased the confecting of opinions. The smallest pieces of information have been whispered in urgent phone calls, tossed off with an arched eyebrow at Spring Valley dinners and sent with SPECIAL BOLD LETTERING to e-mail addresses across the city. The cycle of information is constantly churning and the tone has devolved from "Meet The Press" heights into chatter that sounds more like middle schoolers trading gossip about crushes...