Word: instead
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...none of those descriptions quite covers the case. To begin with, John C. Richards and James Flamberg have actually written a screenplay instead of merely structuring one, which is what most American screenwriters do these days. It is full of quirky yet weirdly believable turns--and wacky, revealing dialogue. "I'm glad they got those casinos," says the parodistically psycho Rock as he reflects on the injustices endured by Native Americans. "I haven't felt like this since I was with Stella Adler in New York," says Kinnear--all actor, all self-absorption--when he finally acknowledges his attraction...
...thought my actual reason for being there would sound shallow: I want to learn to use a defibrillator because it's always supercool on ER when the doctor gets out the paddles and yells, "Clear!" Instead I say that I'm a new aunt and I don't want to kill my nephew. The instructor replies, "It's nice you're here, but next time you might want to sign up for Infant CPR." I joke that oh, my parents have one foot in the grave too, and then everyone looks sad and nods in sympathy...
...penalty on the earnings.) Another advantage is that the person who sets up the account decides when withdrawals may be made. That differs from a custodial account, whose rules could cause parents to be concerned that their prospective student will use the money for a sporty new car instead of college...
Which may be why I'm so attracted to online bartering. Bartering, as opposed to bidding, is a great alternative for wimps like me. As with auctions, I can post things I want to get rid of. But instead of exchanging money with strangers, I just trade my junk for someone else's. Worst-case scenario, I lose nothing but that CD I never listen to, that book I already read or those earrings I never wear...
...went in search of a group to offer my services to, and in full self-flagellation mode, walked past the tent of people body-casting women's breasts, the human-foosball table and even the circle of naked tai-chi practitioners. Instead, I went to Penelope's Pit Stop, a tent dedicated to those who enjoy the smell of male armpits. This, needless to say, was not me. And after three days of camping, it was not for anyone with food in their systems...