Flames wouldn't be eternal if they actually consumed anything.

Lilah ,'Not Fade Away'


Goodbye and Good Riddance 2011: Maybe the even years are better  

Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. 2011? Room for improvement. Srsly.


Calli - Dec 17, 2011 2:53:38 am PST #59 of 408
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I'm sorry, Karl.


brenda m - Dec 17, 2011 4:31:38 am PST #60 of 408
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Karl, I'm so sorry.


Sheryl - Dec 17, 2011 5:09:09 am PST #61 of 408
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

{{{Karl}}}


smonster - Dec 17, 2011 5:15:27 am PST #62 of 408
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I'm so sorry, Karl. Sounds like a wonderful man, and what you wrote was so lovely.


Kate P. - Dec 17, 2011 5:21:57 am PST #63 of 408
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

Oh Karl, I'm so sorry. Wishing peace and comfort to you and your family.


Ginger - Dec 17, 2011 5:27:21 am PST #64 of 408
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I'm sorry, Karl. Strength to your family.


erikaj - Dec 17, 2011 8:00:21 am PST #65 of 408
Always Anti-fascist!

I'm so sorry. He sounds like a wonderful human. People like that are always worth it, even when it's too short. Love to you and your family.


Laura - Dec 17, 2011 8:41:52 am PST #66 of 408
Our wings are not tired.

Erika! We got your card. It brightened my day, thank you.


erikaj - Dec 17, 2011 8:45:33 am PST #67 of 408
Always Anti-fascist!

Those cards with the reindeer eating the chile were cute, huh?


Strix - Dec 17, 2011 8:48:13 am PST #68 of 408
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Karl, I am so sorry.