Who is Kate Walsh?
Cordelia: You're him. You're Angel's son. Connor: It's not like I got to choose.
'Hell Bound'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Jan 16, 2006 3:36:40 pm PST #556 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Melpomene - Jan 16, 2006 3:36:48 pm PST #557 of 10002
Ever fired your gun in the air and yelled, 'Aaaaaaah?'
Oh, yay.
Megan E. - Jan 16, 2006 3:36:49 pm PST #558 of 10002
YEAH! Hugh Laurie!
is this spoilery?
Megan E. - Jan 16, 2006 3:37:17 pm PST #559 of 10002
his real voice! So HOT!
msbelle - Jan 16, 2006 3:38:04 pm PST #560 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Dude! LOVE this!
Megan E. - Jan 16, 2006 3:38:48 pm PST #561 of 10002
He's got the funny!
Sue - Jan 16, 2006 3:41:09 pm PST #562 of 10002
hip deep in pie
Yay Hugh!
msbelle - Jan 16, 2006 3:41:26 pm PST #563 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
ok, answered my own question - Kate Walsh is the female Dr. Sheppard. I like her dress.
Sue - Jan 16, 2006 3:42:07 pm PST #564 of 10002
hip deep in pie
Look at him thanking Stephen Fry.
Love him.
Trudy Booth - Jan 16, 2006 3:42:31 pm PST #565 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I turned from Antiques Road Show in the nick of time to hear Hugh's real voice. oh. my. num.
Erin, a poem that might be intersting with I Have a Dream is Emma Lazaru's The New Colossus because like King's speech everyone just knows the end bit and in its entirety it says a lot more a lot more... radically?
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame, "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"