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#1 of 3 OFFLINE   SteveGon

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Posted September 07 2001 - 06:41 AM

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. Posted Image

Crap! My 500th post and I fudge the header! Posted Image

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#2 of 3 OFFLINE   AdrianOC

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Posted September 07 2001 - 06:42 AM

Congrats!

Still have a bit to go myself!

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"Want to hold up a bank in Latin?
"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 of 3 OFFLINE   SteveGon

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Posted September 07 2001 - 08:34 PM

...celebrating with a new sig... Posted Image

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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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