Word: junked
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Blodget even as its stock fell from a high of $80 in early 2000 to under $13 by the end of that year. In e-mails uncovered by Spitzer, Blodget describes the company as a “powder keg” and a “piece of junk,” expressing serious doubts about the company’s management, all while advising Merrill clients to continue buying the stock...
Radio host Laura Schlessinger discovered the Rind review and called it "junk science." House majority whip Tom DeLay of Texas expressed "outrage and disgust" at the psychological association for printing "a study that advocates normalizing pedophilia," and the House voted unanimously to condemn the paper. Critics whispered that one of the review's co-authors, psychologist Robert Bauserman, had written for a Dutch publication that spoke admiringly of "man-boy" relationships. Now an AIDS official with the state of Maryland, Bauserman said in an e-mail that "it would have been better to find a different outlet" for his writing...
...that anyone should junk their Palm just yet. You can't enter text directly onto an iPod, for one thing; you have to do it via the computer. That said, the iPod's design beats Palm's hands down when it comes to reading text; with the trackwheel you can scroll through any document with one hand. And the iPod's gargantuan disc space, which dwarfs the eight megabytes of most handhelds, can hold just about anything--as CompUSA found out when an iPod owner walked in, hooked his device up to one of the store's Macs and downloaded...
...housed and trained not to overfly important local politicians?all of which cost a cash-strapped government $114,500 a year. Nevertheless, some of their less-advanced attributes will surely be missed: pigeons rarely crash, can't forward annoying knock-knock jokes, don't spam you with unwanted junk mail and never carry viruses. Well, not usually...
...that the pilot had to take off again to avoid a crash-landing, I began to doubt my innocent faith in air travel. Planes stopped seeming like marvelously secure and impressive human inventions and began looking more and more like deformed aluminum cans. How exactly do these hunks of junk stay safely six miles above ground for seven hours? Just how good are these so-called well-trained pilots? I figured that I had a 50/50 shot of surviving any particular flight...