Word: hates
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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NAME: Charles Grodin OCCUPATION: TV talk-show blowhard BEST PUNCH: Claimed that by reading the e-mail on his show, Limbaugh was promoting "hate, anger and adversarial feelings." Added that talk radio is a "destructive element" in our culture...
VanDe Carr's pennants were of particular interest. They look very much like any other felt pennants, hanging casually from the ceiling except that instead of bearing the name of a team or university, they are decorated with bizarre slogans such as "Hurrah for Hate," "I Love Work," "Go God!" and "Go Time." Each pennant makes an iconoclastic and provocative statement as even the backs of the pennants are decorated with more variations on the original slogan, such as a cropped clock face on the back of "Go Time," and "nice job!" on the "God" pennant. The sarcasm of these...
...VanDe Carr's pennants were of particular interest. They look very much like any other felt pennants, hanging casually from the ceiling except that instead of bearing the name of a team or university, they are decorated with bizarre slogans such as "Hurrah for Hate," "I Love Work," "Go God!" and "Go Time." Each pennant makes an iconoclastic and provocative statement as even the backs of the pennants are decorated with more variations on the original slogan, such as a cropped clock face on the back of "Go Time," and "nice job!" on the "God" pennant. The sarcasm of these...
...tall guy in a button-down blue shirt stops next to us. "Hi," he says. "You guys want to dance?" We are already dancing, so the question seems a little unnecessary. We continue to dance, with him now beside us. "I hate dancing," he says, now confusing us a bit. "I suck at it." He speaks the truth, so neither of us argue. We all stop dancing, and he tries to engage in conversation, which is difficult because we can't hear a word he says--the Backstreet Boys are just too loud. His name is Chris...
...tall guy in button-down blue shirt stops next to us. "Hi," he says. "You guys want to dance?" We are already dancing, so the question seems a little unnecessary. We continue to dance, with him now beside us. "I hate dancing," he says, now confusing us a bit. "I suck at it." He speaks the truth, so neither of us argue. We all stop dancing, and he tries to engage in conversation, which is difficult because we can't hear a word he says--the Backstreet Boys are just too loud. His name is Chris...