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Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
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.
Even with the wide angle shots, you are barely getting an idea of how mammoth the production is. Live must have been surreal.
DAMNED COMMERCIALS.
The silver ones were wearing silver Docs, which I promptly coveted the HELL out of. DO WANT.
SO WANT! I only caught a wee glimpse of footwear, but they went straight to my WANT place. Which means that Docs makes total sense.
Holy crap. I lost Plei's email addie, and I'm about to burst a brain vein.
Need Plei! Plei! Bat phone!
FENCER COMMERCIAL SIGHTING!
(I'm sorry, y'all. I promise you, my dork sport will be mostly on the internets at 2 am, so I won't bother you too much.)
FENCER COMMERCIAL SIGHTING #2. TWICE IN ONE BREAK.
(Okay, never mind that)
Hey, I LIKE fencing. Don't understand it much, but hella cool to watch.
And crapola-- the bad weather is making the HD satellite signal go wonky. I'm going to have to sacrifice the HD for steady broadcast.
Informational announcement: two year old boys LOVE 2008 drummers in silver dresses, and dance around the room with clenched fists.
Whoa... the rings. How PRETTTTTTTTTTTTY
Rings really are. Those kids are just killer.
Allyson, insent.