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...whether bed risers are a delightful use of space (or just a drunken fort waiting to happen), are all serious questions that every undergrad has to grapple with at some point. Hitler posters and shrines to Barbra Streisand are usually good indicators of latent wacko tendencies (and bad b.o.), but extreme cases aside, how much does your room really say about you? In order to answer this question, FM grabbed two strangers and tested each on the other based solely on their rooms. Sort of like “Room Raiders,” but without the blacklight and awkward...
...enjoyed reading about the Amish. I grew up in a similar religious denomination. We believed in living a simple life, without excess or ostentation, and in serving others. We were not a bunch of wacko fundamentalists, contrary to the way many Americans view people who are different from themselves and who don't participate in single-minded consumerism. It was interesting to read about some of the issues the Amish are dealing with. I hope your article helps people see that the Amish face very real human issues in spite of living in relative insularity. I respect the Amish...
Many have claimed that Depp is channeling Wacko Jacko—a charge Depp rightly denies. Michael Jackson’s recent media attention—coupled with Depp’s playing a pale, effeminately voiced, grown man with father issues, living in a make-believe world—probably fueled the comparison. But the similarities stop there...
...what are they playing? Why, Newman is once again Fast Eddie Felson (aka the Hustler in Robert Rossen's pungently atmospheric 1961 classic), now resting on his legendary status among pool players; Cruise is Vincent, a wacko pretender to Eddie's former throne. Ultimately, one knows, art should imitate the players' situation: these men should cross cues to determine sovereignty over pool's dingy domain...
...just talking to wacko Erica M. Patel ’04 is a Vietnam-style quagmire, then eating an entire meal with her is a surreal, Apocalypse Now-esque nightmare. “I was just getting lunch by myself and reading the Gazette,” recalls a shellshocked Thomas A. Coppola ’03, “when suddenly I was in the rice paddies with Charlie everywhere.” Declared a crazed Patel—as Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” played in her mind?...