If this is the live one, woot--first 10!
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
The Crying of Natter 49
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Kathy A - Jan 04, 2007 11:02:14 am PST #5 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Polgara - Jan 04, 2007 11:02:38 am PST #6 of 10001
Karma is a cat, sleeping in my lap cuz it loves me. ~TS
Is this the keeper?
kisses the 49er ground
Lee - Jan 04, 2007 11:03:07 am PST #7 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
(WHOLE LOTTA) New thread!
NoiseDesign - Jan 04, 2007 11:03:10 am PST #8 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
It looks like they are gone now. I was worried for a moment that there would be a big rush to try to snag #1 in as many of them as possible.
Zenkitty - Jan 04, 2007 11:03:29 am PST #9 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Under 10! Woot!
bon bon - Jan 04, 2007 11:03:30 am PST #10 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Crying, Crying, Crying, Crying, Crying, Crying...
Nora Deirdre - Jan 04, 2007 11:03:35 am PST #11 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
So many Natter 49s!!!
Frankenbuddha - Jan 04, 2007 11:03:40 am PST #12 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Yay! Top Dozen!!!!
sumi - Jan 04, 2007 11:04:31 am PST #13 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
The Phoenix Board: All Crying, All the Time?
Nutty - Jan 04, 2007 11:05:02 am PST #14 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I think there are still a bunch on the Set Profile screen, or were a minute ago, but I subbed to the first one and went with it.
I love how technology punishes us for our impertinence.