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...purple. The fact is that in communities in which forensic labs compete for funds from the same pot of money out of which beat cops are paid, there's no room for such luxuries. Even gadgets like the mass spectrometers get snazzed up for TV, with flashing lights and screen images that simply don't exist. "We like high-tech gadgetry," says Crossing Jordan's Kring. "And there are a lot of gadgets that spin, light up and make funny noises." That doesn't always go down well with real scientists. "I don't think you'll find too many...
...rated Punch-Drunk Love is much darker than, say, The Wedding Singer--but Sandler has always had a dark side. It has been relegated to his successful, warning-labeled comedy albums. Now, as his fans get older, he's bringing his own more mature side to the screen...
...best new feature in MSN 8 is the Dashboard, a narrow, vertical window that snaps to the right-hand side of your screen and gives you at-a-glance views of the things you most want to see, like stock prices, weather reports and which of your buddies are online. All the content on the Dashboard is customizable; you can even add a personal photo and your own Web links. AOL 8 has something similar called AOL Companion, but because of its awkward design and the way it floats on top of the page, it just gets...
...before slitting his wrists. She opens the presents, smokes a lot and cries a little, pulls on her new leather jacket and leaves to meet her best friend Lanna for a night of drink, drugs and sex with strangers. On her return, Morvern discovers on her computer screen her lover's final gift, a novel he'd completed before killing himself, along with the farewell message, "I wrote it for you." Morvern takes him literally, typing in her own name as author and posting the manuscript to a publisher. She then empties the boyfriend's bank account, chops...
When you’re young, it’s natural to fantasize about being someone else. As a teensy girl, I stared at Mary Lou Retton flipping across our television screen during the Olympics and aspired to one day segue from Tumblebees class to gold-medal glory. I also danced through our family room to Bonnie Tyler and plotted to someday join her band...