Word: mooning
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Wearing a dark jacket over blue pajama bottoms, and supported by bodyguards, the 46-year-old moonwalker did a slow, frail moon swoon past the gaggle of reporters. The moment had echoes of the famous James Brown routine, in which the soul man, feigning exhaustion, would be shepherded toward the wings by bandmates, only to break free and sing one more chorus of Please, Please, Please. Jackson's version was pretty persuasive ... until he heard the encouraging cries of his admirers. Instantly he executed a neck swivel in their direction. His body might have been in agony...
...affairs goes beyond government to the world of culture," says a spokeswoman, the think tank and publisher awarded memberships last month to applicants WARREN BEATTY, a Senator in Bulworth; Michael Douglas, the leader of the free world in The American President; and Richard Dreyfuss, a Latin American dictator in Moon over Parador. The trio may now join fellow actor and member Ron Silver at the group's speaking events and book-club meetings. As a thank-you, we suggest they help the Veep get a role in a nice date movie...
...midst of the Carnival in Venice, Byron staggered back to his room and wrote a poem for his friend Thomas Moore: “So we’ll go no more a-roving/ So late into the night,/ Though the heart be still as loving,/ And the moon be still as bright.// For the sword outwears its sheath,/ And the soul wears out the breast,/ And the heart must pause to breathe,/ And Love itself have rest.” (Or, as glossed by a roommate, “Oh my God, I’m never drinking again...
...third and final stanza of the poem Byron wrote to Moore runs, “Though the night was made for loving,/ And the day returns too soon,/ Yet we’ll go no more a-roving/ By the light of the moon.” If you once again replace “a-roving” with “thesis-writing,” Byron’s thoughts on completing one’s thesis are pretty clear. You may not feel ready to part from it—the night was made for loving...
...Travolta’s last performance as Chili Palmer was in a compact movie about a gangster from Brooklyn making his mark on Hollywood. In this sprawling sequel, Palmer decides to break into the music business by producing hot starlet Linda Moon (Milian). Unfortunately, she is under contract to unscrupulous sleazeballs played by Harvey Keitel and Vince Vaughn. In the process of becoming Moon’s manager, hilarity ensues. Or at least, it is supposed...