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...Yeah, we love Frodo, but who's that elf?'" says Jasparina Mahyat, 36, a Singaporean wife and mother who spends seven hours a day maintaining Orlando Bloom Multimedia (orlandomultimedia.net). Younger fans paper their bedroom walls with posters. They kiss their Orli pillowcases ($9.99 on eBay) goodnight. And they flock to online message boards like "Orlando Bloom Is 100% Buff" to read and post news. (And gossip - is he, like, really going out with Kate Bosworth, that blond girl from Blue Crush? He won't say.) According to the search engine Lycos, Bloom has owned the title of most popular male...
...take over rival business-software firm PeopleSoft for a lowball price of $16 a share--about 50˘ less than the market value of the stock. Neither analysts nor competitors seemed sure whether to take him seriously. "Larry's just having some fun with these people," says Jim Goodnight, CEO of software firm SAS, based in Cary, N.C. "He's trying to mess up sales they're trying to close before the end of this quarter...
...children's-book business is a strange realm: whereas it's rare to sell millions of copies in a year (the anomaly of Harry Potter aside), the books tend to have an enduring shelf life. What other product created in the 1940s still sells well, almost completely unaltered? Goodnight Moon, Pat the Bunny and The Poky Little Puppy, sexagenarians nearly all; each still moves more than 150,000 hardbacks just about every year. And let's not even start on Dr. Seuss or P.D. Eastman. (Well, we can start: Green Eggs and Ham sold more than 500,000 copies...
...said that Harvard girls were really uptight, that they wouldn’t even kiss goodnight,” she remembers. “But that Wellesley girls are more laid-back.” She pauses. “I think he meant that Wellesley girls are sluttier...
...there are simpler things to attend to. Night is falling, and Newdow has to call his daughter. "Hey, sugar, it?s Daddy," he whispers into the phone. "Love you, miss you, kiss you goodnight." A burly teenager knocks at the door. "Are you the man?" he says. Newdow concedes that he probably is. "You don?t have to worry about anything," says the unknown teen. "Okay," Newdow smiles as he closes the door, "now I'm worried." And he sits back down with his guitar, singing a song he penned himself - the Pledge Of Allegiance Got Some Old Religion Blues...