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...that nickname to reintroduce me again to his world. I'd grab my own blanket from the closet at the back of the room, and he'd make sure I had socks on my feet before he'd allow me to stay; after that, I was free to plop myself into one of the upholstered chairs nearer the television, or perhaps settle for the carpeting in front of the coffee table...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: In Memoriam | 1/23/1995 | See Source »

...which means, don't plop down your life savings into an ECAC account in Vegas or with Ladbrokes. There really is no way of telling what's next...

Author: By Darren Kilfara, | Title: Roller Coasting | 1/9/1995 | See Source »

Take, for example, mushy tomatoes. Yes, those tomato slices look so firm and juicy when you plop them on your salad, but are soon revealed to be watery, tasteless fakes. Of course they're left on our plates at the end of the meal; eating them could put you off tomatoes for life...

Author: By Daniel Altman, | Title: Socially Inefficient | 12/11/1993 | See Source »

Which brings me to perhaps the most amazing development of all (although I really can't get over this cheese; it looks and tastes just like the regular kind): commission-free stock trading. As if all this other great stuff weren't reason enough to plop down your hard-earned bucks for shares of Snapple, up fivefold in the past 10 months, or Callaway Golf, up fourfold, now there are several ways to play the game on the supercheap. Stocks have become expensive, but the cost of buying them has come way down. It's kind of like the free...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Money Angles Miracle on Wall Street! | 11/1/1993 | See Source »

...kids do. I'm old enough to remember when televisions were dumber than airport washbasins and didn't know you were standing in front of them unless you switched them on. But when I come home from a long day at the recycling plant, I still like to plop down on the ergolounger, crack open a microbrew, dial the teleputer to what we used to call a channel and just veg out. Don't get me wrong. I like the little programmable hostess who greets me every night on my flat-panel screen. In fact, since I upgraded...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Confessions of a 21st Century Couch Potato | 10/25/1993 | See Source »

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