Word: laughingly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...behind. O'Hara seizes a golf club and chases the suit around the room. Tumbling over the furniture while Zoot does summersaults, O'Hara finally ends up cracking himself with the club only to wake up attached to the ceiling. The scene, although pure, unoriginal slapstick, provides a good laugh...
...easygoing pair has a propensity for planning capers and getting into trouble. Take their ticket-scalping scheme for last year's Culture Rhythms: "We bought 50 or 70 tickets and released them slowly," Aaron explains with a laugh. "It worked like a charm and we charged whatever the market would bear. We even got e-mails this year asking for tickets," (Perhaps this explains this year's two ticket-per-person limit.) Their troubles now tend to be more dangerous. "We almost got shot in Central Square," Aaron recalls. "Whenever we go out, trouble just finds us." "Trouble finds...
...easygoing pair has a propensity for planning capers and getting into trouble. Take their ticket-scalping scheme for last year's Cultural Rhythms: "We bought 50 or 70 tickets and released them slowly," Aaron explains with a laugh. "It worked like a charm and we charged whatever the market would bear. We even got e-mails this year asking for tickets." (Perhaps this explains this year's two tickets-per-person limit.) Their troubles now tend to be more dangerous. "We almost got shot in Central Square," Aaron recalls. "Whenever we go out, trouble just finds us." "Trouble finds...
Funny--Dartmouth's Greeks sound almost as angry and bewildered as I was when I got locked out of the sorority system. It's easy to laugh now, but it felt awful back then because the Greek houses dominated the campus social scene. There wasn't much else to do besides seeing a movie or catching a Suzanne Vega concert at the campus performing-arts center. For all the pride my mother felt at sending her daughter to an Ivy League school, my own self-esteem was perilously...
...theater in 1989; I sobbed again when I recently saw it on videotape, especially during the final scene, when Kevin Costner finally gets to play catch with his long-dead father. Watching this, I felt like the subject of an Oliver Sacks case study: I wanted to laugh derisively, of course, but the film somehow circumvented the part of my brain that controls critical judgment and beamed directly into the blubber lobe. My tears were compulsive, reflexive, the way I imagine tears to be for women when they watch female weepies like An Affair to Remember, in which Deborah Kerr...