Sentences with phrase «like staring at»

There's nothing like staring at a $ 500 ticket that makes you want to find a loophole fast.

Cracco's influences range from astronomy to particle physics to music, shifting and oscillating between the macro and the micro, between the illusions of light in works like Staring at the Sun (detail shown on top) and the disruptions the images dissolve into when viewed at close range.

Since it's not backlit, it's more like reading a newspaper than like staring at a computer screen (which can cause eyestrain).

The E-Ink display makes the screen look more like the page of a book and is less like staring at a computer screen.

Genders do like staring at the anatomy of other humans.

Sometimes sexual because people do like staring at butts.

It's like staring at the back of someone's head at a club and trying to figure out if you might like them.

I just kept staring at the photos in the book, just like staring at art!

That's why I took some pictures of my nails in different surroundings and situations, on moments when I felt like staring at my nails.

Plus I just like staring at pretty colors

Rationing computer time is often an effective motivation to increase good behavior and decrease zombie - like staring at the screen.

Men like staring at boobs — that's «their thing.»

It felt like I stared at that wall more than anything, because obviously I wasn't going to get anywhere close to a window.

Not exact matches

It seems like I spend twice as long in the car every day idling my way through rush hour and staring at the rusted bumper of the car in front of me, when I could be writing and connecting with clients at work.

When a woman talks about her big job at Hypermegaglobalcorp, it's too often met with a stare that says, «Oh, so that's why the homework isn't getting done, and your kids look like rug rats.»

And for those oh - so productive «in - between» moments, when you're spacing out at your desk, zombie - staring at your computer screen, like you're in deep thought or something.

Yes, you're running a business, but it doesn't feel like a real business because you find yourself staring at your CEO, board of directors and staff while you're brushing your teeth in the morning and walk past your «world headquarters» as you make your way back to your bedroom to get dressed.

After my traditional line of questioning and selling the great points about the career ahead for anyone lucky enough to get this position, I launched into my full disclosure and she sat staring at me like one does a child who is walking a fine balance atop a 4 - foot brick wall — with anticipation, excitement and a heaping does of sheer shock and wonder all mixed together.

As a result, the interior of the institute looks less like a lab than like an ordinary Flatiron - district office: casually dressed people sitting all day at desks, staring at screens, under high ceilings.

Just like humans, the robot stared at the detached chair pieces prior to starting its task.

«When we like someone, there's that extra second that we stare at them while they're talking,» Hussey said.

I stare at the pile with dread, all the while fantasizing about shredding every single document while laughing hysterically like a lunatic in a horror movie.

I remember staring at it on the page and feeling like a boy noticing girls for the first time: There's something really interesting here, but I know there's a lot more to it than I currently understand.

«It's totally realistic that you have five or six people staring down at you, asking questions like, «How much money have you made?»

«In the restaurant, they stared at us like we were crazy,» Michael says.

Staring ahead at years upon years of student loan payments can be depressing, and programs that can cancel out that debt — like Public Service Loan Forgiveness (PSLF) and income - driven repayment — take a decade or more to forgive the loans.

Instead of staring at statistics, I would like us to look at Scripture.

Still, it's instructive to know that, by the lights of its 56th governor, I am in New York on sufferance: much like I was, I suppose, when I crossed into East Berlin in 1987 and was given a hard stare by the goon who examined my U.S. passport and looked at me as if I were a lower life form.

Alone on the hill, with the dark sky and the stars above and the discordant world below, the narrator sinks more deeply into a contemplative state and, much like Stapledon's description of the Whiteheadian explorer, proceeds on a panoramic exploration, leaving his mountain top in a flight of imagination while staring at the stars.

Joe comes over to sit in my lap and we all stare out the window, looking just above the dark bones of the trees at the sun setting, gliding silent in the now - dark room that smells like spices.

If we want to know what perfect love looks like when it stares evil in the face, we look at the cross.

I know the scriptures say to be angry and sin not, but I feel sin burning within me like a lake of fire itself so I escape to the outdoors where 93 * feels cooler somehow; cooler than sitting in my office staring at that awful email.

Some days, just getting to know the neighbors on your street can feel like trying to get the wave going at a football game while everybody stares at you from their seats.

Women are beautiful, but there is no other woman I would like to stare at then my wife, and she is willing to always be there even if my s - ex drive is twice hers... problem solved.

The medical term is ileostomy, and for the first few weeks at home she lay weak and pale in her bed, with eyes like big blue marbles staring out of a body that had lost twenty pounds in the course of two weeks.

I stared at the heads of the crowd chatting in the background, guessing what they would be like to talk to, guessing what was being said, wishing I could speak French so I could hear their voices better.

Try and experiment... find a male friend of yours and walk down the street holding his hand (don't worry, all of us on here know you're not gay)... but, walk down the street... watch the others around you, look at how they stare at you like you're doing something wrong, listen to see if any of them make comments about you and your friend walking down the street, see if they're nice comments or not.

If you are like me, you don't like to do all your reading and research while sitting at your desk staring at your computer screen.

I follow her story only in part, like a man looking from a lit room at dark hills, silhouetted against navy skies — his own staring face superimposed by a ghostly glare from the light of the room.

Whether the offended individual sits broken - hearted, staring almost like a beggar at the Paradox, paralyzed by his suffering, or he sheathes himself in the armor of derision, pointing the arrows of his wit as if from a distance — he is still passive and near at hand.

Steve just sat and stared at me like I was a mental patient.

Within the last week since I've been home I've noticed so many things that I hadn't realized I'd missed, like the way light shines between the trees in the hours before dusk, waking to the pitter patter of rain, cool winds and the warmth of the sun on my shoulders, the endless blue sky and all its big billowy clouds — so many things I was never too exceptionally amazed by growing up but now can't seem to stop staring at.

I think I would have to stare at it for, like, 10 minutes before devouring it, lol So awesome for your son to have such a love for sports!

And you know what, the more I stare at this picture the more I start liking it.

And using some of that big bag of oat bran that stares me in the face every time I look at the pantry shelf seems like a good idea, too.

I did a quick google search (or rather had my husband do it because I was standing there staring into the pot waiting for it to give me answers) and it looked like other recipes have you stir at that stage, so that's what I did.

I just stared at that bowl of deliciousness for like 5 minutes.

Next you head into the supermarket (remembering that you had to actually dress up, do your hair, fix makeup etc. to do this) and wander the aisles wasting time looking at ingredient lists and trying to remember if the gums, preservatives and additives have dairy / eggs in them... taking the rolls to the counter, working out whether or not you want to go through the self checkout or keep a checkout operator employed for a few more years... pay... get back in the car... find somewhere to buy bottled water for the dogs... drive 50 km home... unpack dogs and buns and suddenly getting up, stretching... wearing whatever the heck you like with your hair in the air, no makeup, dogs within a hard stares range in case they feel like eating the furniture while you are working and that slow measuring out, baking etc. doesn't seem so time consuming any more.

I felt like it was staring at me and pointing and laughing.

I just hate to waste expensive nuts so I always pull up a chair and stare at the oven to be sure crusts like this don't burn.