Sentences with phrase «still stumble over»

Thankfully, what director Peyton Reed understands is that his strongest asset isn't the heist, but the character relationships, although he still stumbles over some hurdles in this area as well.

Automakers are still stumbling over how to let passengers watch movies, videoconference, or simply dial in navigation destinations when the car is moving.

So I would suggest that those still stumbling over Trenberth's proposal should go back to the definition of the «scientific method».

Still stumbling over one sentence or phrase?

Not exact matches

With gleeful people walking about the streets of Johannesburg or stumbling merrily over the ruins of Belfast, I, like Auden, am glad that it is still possible to be unhappy.

It got Stumbled over and over, and still is as of this very moment.

There was a humble reminder that if the Warriors stumble, if Sisyphus turns the boulder over and watches it roll down the hill, the Warriors are still set up well for the future.

Many women over 40 still need to discover this site so sharing, liking, stumbling and all that will help.

I still had some classic pieces from last year, but I stumbled into Old Navy with Hannah over fall break and they were having a really good sale!

And like you, when I pushed through the awkwardness I made a lifelong friend in Beth, so it was definitely worth it, but I still cringe thinking about how I stumbled over asking her for coffee.

sadly even with the height of the shoes I still sometimes stumble over them.

I still occasionally stumble over it — mainly because, as I mentioned, once I know someone relatively well, I see a hug as more fitting... so they're trying to avoid all contact and air kiss me, and I'm bear hugging them round the waist.

Still, I suppose Mike has nothing to feel sorry for when audiences flock in droves to endure more of his visual and aural assault on their senses, in 3D IMAX no less, perhaps the cinematic equivalent of feeling shitfaced after stumbling feebly out of the theaters once it's all over.

They are the things you happen across or stumble over: stuff missed by generations of cartographers that still feels undiscovered.

The hookers and bums from that part of town had simply migrated to this part of town, and nothing had changed at all: city officials said wow, look what we did, now people can walk up Larimer Street without stumbling over drunks and whores, but here they still were.

I'm still learning daily and stumbling over mistakes.

... but, when it comes to «establishing awareness of the product in the mind of the person who might like to buy it»... we're very much still just stumbling - around with (nothing more than) ideas warmed - over from Conventional Publishing.

It was shown when the iPod was released and everyone is still stumbling around trying to figure out shy people like the iPod over other items so much.

He still changes his approach regularly, hoping to somehow stumble over something that «just works»

Every so often, in the hills of northern Italy, travelers still stumble onto caches of rusting grenades beneath the snow and ice that lingers from World War I. Italian and Austrian soldiers once crept over these heights under the shade of night, their ears red as raw meat from the snow.

Folks who, even when they stumble, still triumph over evil.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.