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The is my 500th post...

Discussion in 'Archived Threads 2001-2004' started by SteveGon, Sep 7, 2001.

  1. SteveGon

    SteveGon Executive Producer

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    This is my 500th post. Thank you!
    On a serious note, I would like to thank Ron, Parker, and all the mods, for making this the best HT/movie forum on the net. [​IMG]
    Crap! My 500th post and I fudge the header! [​IMG]
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    "Death's at the bottom of everything, Martins - leave death to the professionals!"
    "Mind if use that line in my next western?"
    [Edited last by SteveGon on September 07, 2001 at 09:43 AM]
     
  2. AdrianOC

    AdrianOC Stunt Coordinator

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    Congrats!
    Still have a bit to go myself!
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    "Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam."
    (I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.)
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  3. SteveGon

    SteveGon Executive Producer

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    ...celebrating with a new sig... [​IMG]
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    He thought on homeland, the big timber, the air thin and chill all the year long. Tulip poplars so big through the trunk they put you in mind of locomotives set on end. He thought of getting home and building him a cabin on Cold Mountain so high that not a soul but the nighthawks passing across the clouds in autumn could hear his sad cry. Of living a life so quiet he would not need ears. And if Ada would go with him, there might be the hope, so far off in the distance he did not even really see it, that in time his despair might be honed off to a point so fine and thin that it would be nearly the same as vanishing.
    -- Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain
     

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