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...says the senior British military source, it's tough even to make contact with the Shi'ites. So far, the Special Forces Groups are largely hiding out in the desert, minimizing contact with locals until any fighting starts. "We still don't know if people will welcome us or shoot us," he says...
...safe? The foreign experts were doubtful. As one might expect, there was plenty of hostility toward George W. Bush at Charlie’s on Sunday. Most suggested that their friends back home viewed Dubya as the typification of America, a swaggering and headstrong cowboy determined to shoot down everything in his path. (Even if the Democrats can’t register these foreigners to vote, perhaps they should consider hiring them as speech writers...
...step head, having already written a screenplay. It took more than four years to get a studio to make and distribute the film, in part because Wilson refused to give the Vardalos role to another actress. Meanwhile, the day before 9/11, Vardalos, Wilson and executive producer Marsh McCall (Just Shoot Me and a head writer for Conan O'Brien) pitched the idea to CBS, which made a pilot and then shelved it. Wilson says she faxed CBS chief Les Moonves the film's box-office figures every week. Seeing those numbers go through the roof, Moonves proposed reshooting the pilot...
...place with strong bodies isn't too shabby for people-watching, either. Some teenagers even use the multifaceted clubs as dating destinations. "The girls I've dated are usually good athletes, so we might meet at the club, hit the weights, shoot some hoops, take a shower and eat dinner there," says Luke Porter, 16, who first walked on a treadmill alongside his dad at age 5 and says he practically lives at the MAC. "My dad tells me I've run up quite...
...minutes past happy hour in this smoky Guangdong snooker hall, and the lonely have congregated to shoot another night away. Every night at seven a downcast man claims a table for himself to rack and break and pocket balls in meditative solitude until closing time. Occasionally, he glances over at the yellow-haired man who nightly commands a table next to him. Tonight, the magical geometry of ball to pocket is off, so the Chinese man diverts himself by ambling toward the equally lonely-looking foreigner. "Hello," he says in his best English. "I am Mister Wang...