Word: swarmed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...speeds up to 115 m.p.h., King, a large man over 6 ft. tall with muscles buffed in prison weight rooms, appeared, according to police, virtually psychotic on some kind of drug, showed no effect from two jolts from a stun gun and threw off several officers who tried to "swarm" him, a relatively benign technique used to subdue a violent suspect. Nor did it show that after all that, King was charging directly at the officer who first whacked him with a baton. But the videotape became one of those vehicles of Herodotus, carrying at its core a mythic truth...
...said Van Holt, who had studied Branum's past writings. He even brought some of them up: "Sexual Predator in Chief? Isn't that a low blow?" In the end, Branum was let go with a gentle warning. Meanwhile, Stanford won the game but lost a goalpost to a swarm of Cal students in a postgame melee...
...East Coast Custom Car: stereos, alarm systems, bed liners, 4X4 accessories, trailer hitches, fog lights, wheels "and so much more." I make a note to include these items in my accounts, then turn off toward the bay, which is winter blue already. The powerboats have disappeared. The cormorants swarm in a black mass near the mouth of a creek, their snake heads craning for invisible fish. I watch for a while, slip in a tape of k.d. lang and add these things to my list as well...
...Less mythic, less funny, and much less dear to CP is Yours, Mine and Ours (1968), a treacly lightweight in which Henry Fonda and his ten children get all tangled up with Lucille Ball and her eight. It's The Brady Bunch meets The Swarm (also with Fonda), strictly for chuckle-prone domestic types for whom a gaggle of pouting cherubs are an apt substitute for just about anything. Reasons to watch: a young Tim Matheson, a full decade before Animal House, and a few winning moments involving, yes, pouting cherubs. Plus, after the terrific Mister Roberts, it's good...
...outside Seaman's tent. A mother was desperately trying to revive her eight-year-old son, who was in a critical stage of cerebral malaria. As he slipped in and out of consciousness, his mother frantically tried to keep him breathing. When Seaman bent down to get closer, a swarm of mosquitoes descended on her ankles and arms in an African feeding frenzy. Ignoring her own discomfort, she prepared an IV, but the boy's blood pressure was so low and his arms so thin that she could not find a vein...