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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Finding anything on the Web usually involves a too-perplexing acrostic of slashes, periods and ampersands. But a small slip of the finger, even when browsing toward a simple search engine, can yield some real surprises. Below, the adult results of some common typos...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TECH WATCH: Aug. 11, 1997 | 8/11/1997 | See Source »

...anything. "That may have been smarter," says Carney. "But he's also the hardest hit--his fingerprints are all over this." Trouble could come tonight when the contradictions start to emerge. "There are so many directly opposing accounts that each leader, to maintain his own story, may resort to finger-pointing. And then things could really get ugly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Tonight: The Empire Strikes Back | 7/23/1997 | See Source »

...join. The word itself was an epithet, as in "Plastic Pat" Nixon or these Jimi Hendrix lyrics from the song If 6 Was 9, talked-sung with a straight face and an up-the-Establishment disregard for grammar: "White collared conservative flashing down the street,/Pointing their plastic finger...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: JUST ONE WORD | 7/14/1997 | See Source »

...Alfred Hitchcock's aim: to make the Japanese audience scream at the same time as the American audience. Perhaps they know it too well. A manic roteness now envelops action films; the need to thrill has become a drab addiction. Isn't there more to moviemaking than having your finger on the pulse of the world public? Can't the megalo-melodrama be infused with passion and ingenuity? The answer so far, and with just one exception, is no--not this season. For this is the Summer of Dumb...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CINEMA: ONE DUMB SUMMER | 6/30/1997 | See Source »

...Angeles, we commute alone, huddling over our steering wheels in our haste to get from one spot to another. Interaction occurs when one or our neighbors drives with us in the express carpool lane, and personal expression is limited to the middle-finger salute. Isolation reigns as our gas-guzzling engines idle away in the triple and quadruple-deckered highways. Yet this summer I have learned that even amidst the teeming throngs of Boston's crowded and forcibly interactive populace, humanity exists no closer and may, in fact, be even further apart...

Author: By Abby Y. Fung, | Title: "T" -time Etiquette | 6/27/1997 | See Source »

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