yawningly

The West is yawningly and dangerously used to the idea.

For a yawningly long moment I was in complete distrust of my ears.

Now the Americans had a 6-on-4 advantage, though their unattended goal looked yawningly vulnerable.

It will be yawningly informative/predictable to see who falls for this idiocy.

But the later part of it goes yawningly on and on and on.

Yawningly I opened it - and was almost bowled over as a frenzied figure in black rushed in.

Liaison officer was a job that could shift from yawningly boring to lethally demanding in an eyeblink.

To anyone familiar with network sitcoms, Mr. Daniels's camera-savvy direction is yawningly obvious.

It's a customer-service rep." I've just walked blind into a trap that is yawningly obvious to Anne.

Comes Mr. Tope with his large keys, and yawningly unlocks and sets open.

He gave a yawningly elaborate profile of each of his colleagues, including the name by which "those not of the gnomish race" could call each one.

In speaking toward Conversations with Other Women, Film Threat wrote "The story is deceptively simple - and yawningly familiar".

LHB- "Yawningly predictable"?

Gabriel Byrne's accent is hilariously bad, the script is plotty, and Albert Finney's shooting scene was just yawningly cartoonish.

Knife-sharp double-face cashmere pants were lean and provocative, but paired with navy peacoats or knee-brushing shapeless skirts, they were yawningly unassuming.

He actually paid more attention than the real pages, who fidgeted and poked each other-but then, they were yawningly familiar with what their duties were, and he wasn't.

Similarly Viv Richards' dainty cap, balanced at the peak of a triangular silhouette of almost laughably intimidating musculature, was a yawningly outrageous gauntlet to the face.

Like everything else the collaborative team of Christo and his wife, Jeanne-Claude, does, this documentation is as yawningly thoroughgoing as a space exploration log, sparing the viewer no detail.

After each morning routine he yawningly climbs up a staircase that takes him until bedtime to reach the top of, at which point he tiredly goes to bed and sleeps until next morning's automatic wakeup.

The story is yawningly familiar: Mr. Le Bihan plays Dris, a former gangster who has emerged from four years in prison determined to make a new life with the squeaky-clean, blue-eyed Lise (Marie Guillard).

On one level, the department's celebrity - particularly with the arrival of the philosopher and author Cornel West from Princeton in 1994 and the sociologist and policy guru William Julius Wilson from the University of Chicago this fall - is a yawningly predictable case of the rich getting richer.