There's such a big buzz around boxing at the moment. Everything's happening and there's so much building up with a lot of young talent coming through.
That's what Hubble can do for us. It can tell us whether the universe is expanding forever or if one day it's going to come back together.
I'm an outdoorsman kind of person, so I don't like the buzz of the crowd, crowd, crowd and all that so much. I mean I don't mind it, but I don't seek it out.
While on the space station, I kept up with news a couple of ways - Mission Control sent daily summaries, and I would scan headlines on Google News when we had an Internet connection, which was about half the time.
And, actually it was interesting because I had done a lot of traveling in the United States and Canada and Mexico on my motorcycle; and I was really, it was the first time I had really gotten out of the Minnesota area to speak of.
Rex: It's the chicken man! Buzz Lightyear: That's our guy! Hamm: I knew there was somethin' I didn't like about that chicken.
Emperor Zurg: [referring to Buzz as he pulls back on a lever] Come to me, my prey...
Buzz: I've set my laser from stun to kill. Woody: Oh, great. If anyone attacks we can blink em' to death.
Mr. Potato Head: Did you all take stupid pills this morning? Have you forgotten what he did to Buzz?
Woody: I think you've had enough tea for today, let's get you outta here, Buzz.
I feel particularly close to them, because I am now out in the universe. I'm in a position to see nature from another point of view, to be outside the earth and see the big picture.
If I can get some student interested in science, if I can show members of the general public what's going on up there in the space program, then my job's been done.
I don't see one as bring better or more literate than the other and there's a real buzz to not only writing about a character I love like Superman, but also writing something that kids can enjoy.
It takes a long time to drag myself out of bed, and at night I'm buzzing. As a young man it was helpful, but now I'd like to be tired when I go to bed and alive in the morning.
and now i am back in the grey world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
I suppose all of us - we have the old Protestant work ethic of feeling guilty when you're not working, and getting a buzz from feeling like you're really busy. That's the reason to sort of carry on.
No one answered. You could hear the light buzzing over us. I love that sound. It means school isn't working, that the teachers are losing the battle.
Basker possesses three kinds of bite: a snap, a nip, and then something like a buzz saw and an angle grinder mounted on a bear trap.
The nurses did their best to spruce up the antiseptic corridors but the smell of pine boughs was overpowered by Pine Sol and no one paused beneath the mistletoe on the contagious ward.
Are we safe from human exposure? I don't want the owners to find a busted-up angel and a buzzed vampire lurking in their shed and freak out.
