Word: lapped
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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From his apartment in Brookline, Mass., Richard M. Smith (no relation), president of Phar Lap Software, explored other viruses posted from the same e-mail account. In Stockholm, computer-science grad Fredrik Bjorck suggested that Melissa's code bore a strong resemblance to the work of a virus writer called VicodinES. When he heard that, Smith says, "I jumped all over it." He went to Vicodin's website and downloaded the virus tool kits he found there. Pulling files apart, he found names embedded in the source code. One of them appeared three times: David L. Smith...
...Riverside remains torn by the shooting of Tyisha Miller last December. Miller, 19, a black woman, was waiting in a car with a flat tire for a cousin to bring help. When the cousin arrived, Miller seemed to be unconscious in the locked car with a gun on her lap. The cousin, fearing Miller was sick, called 911, and when the police arrived, they yelled at her to open the door and smashed a car window. Suddenly they fired 24 bullets into the car, striking Miller at least 12 times and killing her. Miller's family accuses the police...
...ahead to a quick 5-0 lead, but the Engineers finally began clawing for air. A kill by the Engineers' Nikolaos Michalakis forced a Harvard side out and led to four consecutive MIT points. Strong Crimson blocking and powerful Mager kills dropped a 9-4 lead into Harvard's lap. A kill by MIT's Robert Moser brought the Engineers to 5-9, but Harvard pounded ahead without looking back...
...ahead to a quick 5-0 lead, but the Engineers finally began clawing for air. A kill by the Engineers' Nikolaos Michalakis forced a Harvard side out and led to four consecutive MIT points. Strong Crimson blocking and powerful Mager kills dropped a 9-4 lead into Harvard's lap. A kill by MIT's Robert Moser brought the Engineers to 5-9, but Harvard pounded ahead without looking back...
Some guy gets on my train this morning, sits down and--I'm not making this up--pulls out a battery-operated TV and turns the thing on, loud. He extends the rabbit ears and settles back with the TV in his lap and it's clear that this Nobel laureate thinks he's in his living room rather than on a commuter train where hardworking people are trying to nap. And he doesn't have the decency to use headphones--no, he's blasting the static-scarred Jerry [expletive deleted] Springer Show...