Word: faintness
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Goodness gracious. Oh, my paws and whiskers. Some of the meanest, most ornery hombres around are suddenly feeling faint. Notorious tough guys are swooning with the vapors. The biggest beasts in the barnyard are all aflutter over something they read in the New York Times. It's that ad from MoveOn.org - the one that calls General David Petraeus, the head of U.S. forces in Iraq, general betray us. All across the radio spectrum, right-wing shock jocks are themselves shocked. How could anybody say such a thing? It's horrifying. It's outrageous. It's disgraceful. It's just beyond...
...yesterday evening - and there's no reason to believe the trapped miners are alive, or that they even survived the first collapse. Boreholes drilled from above into the chambers where the miners might have found refuge found no evidence of life at all - only, yesterday morning, a faint vibration picked up by a microphone lowered into one of the holes. But the sound could have come from animals, or shifting rocks...
Eight weeks into summer, I must confess that this New York lifestyle is not for the faint of foot, but only for the brave of sole. Each day, my feet yearn for the flat-footed freedom of my west-coast home. But in the meantime, I’m thankful that New York’s shoe obsession is accompanied by nail salons galore: Five pedicurists speckle the six block walk from my subway station to my home—all stocked with massage chairs and bubble baths for the my poor and weary paws...
...negotiating privacy for hookups is an entire issue in itself. Kam is stealthy about it. I have never met one of his male visitors whereas he has encountered every one of mine. Luckily, he is less intimidating than my girlfriends. When I introduce guys to Kam, I detect a faint sense of relief from my paramours who must be thankful that they are not before a female pal ready to grill them on the cut of my anticipated engagement ring...
...five sport-utility vehicles sat abandoned in the darkness. A faint beeping sound signaled that their doors were open. Some of the Iraqi police who arrived at the scene initially feared going near the cars, thinking the sound meant they were rigged to explode. Finally a few ventured closer. In the back of two of the vehicles were the four Americans. One of them was alive, though barely. Handcuffed, he had been shot in the back of the head, but he was breathing. The other soldiers were already dead. One had taken bullets in both legs and his right hand...