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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:33:54 GMT -5
//I thought it was like a really really icky pit where people did mud fights or something. //
Remove the mud, Patti, and you've got exactly the right idea of what a mosh pit is.
David Crenshaw
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:34:27 GMT -5
Ok, Ellie. I'll see if I can think of something to write about. But first, I will have to read what everyone else is writing over there. Can't be like everyone else, can I?
Betsy Buckmaster
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:34:53 GMT -5
Anne,
We're getting a great view of it (almost at the total) in Nashville, 10:10. (And there was an eclipse on "Graduation Day" on FX too!)
Sue P
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:35:36 GMT -5
//WHY would they want to defeat evil? Are there not only First Evils but Second Evils and Third Evils, with their own congregations?//
My dyslexia kicked in the first time I glanced over this, and I quickly read "Are there not first Elvises and second Elvises ...." And then I re-read it the right way, and realized ... I had it right the first time.
"A hunka hunka burnin' love .........."
David Crenshaw
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:36:32 GMT -5
France? Really? I suppose....even though she had to zap him, if Xander ever chose to see Dawn differently a few years down the line, there's a certain chemistry there.
If Buffy were given the right to handpick someone to be with Dawn, why on Earth wouldn't she be thrilled if Xander wanted the job?
Five years isn't that much when everyone is an adult.
Rob Sorenson
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:37:14 GMT -5
My bst friend and her husband went to a Green Day concert and got sucked into the mosh pit. It was NOT pretty. Me? I won't go near them. It's kinda like the Hellmouth, except with really loud music.
Betsy Buckmaster
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:37:41 GMT -5
Betsy said: 'Really, she was captured by Indians? That's pretty cool. Did she fall in love with one of them and marry him? Can you tell that I've read way too many romance novels in my life?'
Oh good! I get to tell it! ONce upon..no, in the 1700's, in what is now Virginia, there was a little settlement called Dunkard's Bottom (I think.) One day the men were away in the fields and Indians (I forget which kind at the moment) came in and slaughtered old folks, and captured my ancestor, Mary Ingles Smith (no relation to Laura) and her two sons who were like 5 and 6, and her sister in law Betsy. (sorry, Betsy, that was her name.) Mary was 9 months pregnant. They marched the captives upriver ('New River' was its name) 500 miles into their territory. Mary had the baby on the way. She stayed in captivity several months, during which time her two sons were traded away and her sister in law was killed. Finally, in the Autumn, a group of the tribe took Mary and an old Dutch woman with them to collect salt. They left the two women in a clearing and went on to the salt lick or patch or whatever it was. The two women decided to try to escape. Mary's little child was back in the village, but it had been taken away from her. The women followed the river back home. It was winter by the time they reached the settlement. The Dutch woman had gone mad, and Mary had to keep the river between them, so the other woman wouldn't kill and eat her. They survived on grubs and a (Gag) dead horse they found. For some reason, the Indians didn't pursue them, its thought they figured the women would finally come back, couldn't possibly make it. But they did. Mary was reunited with her husband and had several more children. One of those later children was my direct ancestor. Mary and her husband searched for the missing children and found the two sons, at different times. THe older one was assimilated back into society, the younger one was kind of anti-social all his life, would go off for months and live in the wilds. They never found the baby. The story of Mary Ingalls was made into a book called 'Follow the River' by Thomas Thom, and was even made into a (really bad, inaccurate) tv movie about 10 years ago. There is a re-inactment of the story outside Jamestown Virginia each summer. So how cool is that? She's my hero.
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:38:13 GMT -5
//It's kinda like the Hellmouth, except with really loud music.//
And that differs from a Hellmouth how?
David Crenshaw
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:39:02 GMT -5
Sue said,"wanted you to know I read your post and thought about it. "
I appreciate you replying. I had only thought Vlad wanted some sort of distinction for the long-timers/volunteer helpers. Which I think he got.
I am just as happy that no extra names are needed. Too much bureaucracy.
Alexandra K.
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:39:23 GMT -5
Gee...sure sounds like a fun way to spend an evening!
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:39:46 GMT -5
I'm really impressed by all you folks who have traced your ancestry back and know where it is you all come from. I tried to do that once; managed to trace my origins back to about six weeks before the day I did it, then got wrapped up in a really cool episode of Buffy and never went back to it. All I know is, I'm an American, dammit.
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:40:15 GMT -5
Patti, wasn't it you that told me you'd seen Queensryche in concert, that is up until Geoff Tate managed to get sick or something? Anyhow, I'm sure if you looked hard enough, there was a mosh pit at that arena.
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:40:45 GMT -5
That was beautifully put, David.
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:41:07 GMT -5
Part twenty-nine is ready. See you there.
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Post by Dalton on Dec 16, 2003 17:41:25 GMT -5
Sue, any reports on how the werewolves react?
Here, it's still low, and we're seeing it through a band of clouds, grrr arrgh. I'm hoping for better a little later on. My girls are sitting in lawn chairs out front and talking about secret codes. Well, the neighbors already know we're weird, now it's been confirmed.
Anne
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