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Off Topic / It's the end of the world...
« on: April 27, 2005, 07:47:44 PM »
Please bless us with your amazing comedy to make up for this horribly inferior thread!
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General / The problem, Part II
« on: April 24, 2005, 12:52:09 PM »
I've always enjoyed FF and found that it keeps spamming down to a minimum, and forces players to work together more to keep from damaging eachother with random spraying and blocking lines of fire.
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Too lazy to come up with a description myself, so I'll just copy and paste!
//What is Wirehog?
•Wirehog is a social application that lets friends exchange files of any type with each other over the web.
•Wirehog is a utility for accessing data on your computer when you're away from home.
•(For geeks) Wirehog is an HTTP file transfer system using dynamic DNS and NAT traversal to make your personal computer addressable, routable and easily accessible — the way it was meant to be!
//What exactly does Wirehog do?
Wirehog makes it easy to access your friends' files through a standard web browser. The Wirehog software also runs on your computer in order to make your files securely available on the web. You choose which files to share and which friends to share them with and Wirehog does the rest.
Wirehog integrates with social networking services, such as Thefacebook, so it already knows who your friends are. If you have an account on Thefacebook, you can go directly to your friends' Wirehogs via their profiles.
Wirehog works with a standard web browser, but when you access a friend's Wirehog you are actually connecting directly to their computer. Wirehog also makes it easy to find your friends' computers on the web. Just type "nick.wirehog.com" (where "nick" is your friend's Wirehog nickname) into a web browser and you'll be taken to their Wirehog.
Wirehog is designed to simplify sharing media, such as pictures, videos and audio clips, but you can use it to share documents and other files with friends too. You can also share sensitive files because Wirehog lets you choose exactly which friends can view your files and even provides a "lockbox" that can't be accessed without a password.
//What's so different about Wirehog?
Wirehog isn't a "file-sharing" program in the standard sense.
Wirehog is a social application. Instead of searching a network of anonymous users for a specific file, Wirehog makes it easy to access files on your friends' computers, highlighting relevant content like the videos your friends have watched recently and the pictures your friends think are the funniest.
The media you see on your friends' Wirehogs is more social too. Unlike most file-sharing networks which are chock-full of popular music and pornography, Wirehog is geared toward finding pictures of friends, songs by local artists, and quirky files passed around by friends.
You can check out the website at http://www.wirehog.com
If you are interested in an invite just post with your e-mail addy.
***I will not invite you if you try to encode your e-mail with something like jamoncorona-thisisthe"at"part-yahoo-thedot-com. They take too much time to edit and I don't have that kind of time. Sorry.
I figure we could get a LM friend circlefap going on. Post your email if you want an invite, and I'll log into my account and send you one, basically.
//What is Wirehog?
•Wirehog is a social application that lets friends exchange files of any type with each other over the web.
•Wirehog is a utility for accessing data on your computer when you're away from home.
•(For geeks) Wirehog is an HTTP file transfer system using dynamic DNS and NAT traversal to make your personal computer addressable, routable and easily accessible — the way it was meant to be!
//What exactly does Wirehog do?
Wirehog makes it easy to access your friends' files through a standard web browser. The Wirehog software also runs on your computer in order to make your files securely available on the web. You choose which files to share and which friends to share them with and Wirehog does the rest.
Wirehog integrates with social networking services, such as Thefacebook, so it already knows who your friends are. If you have an account on Thefacebook, you can go directly to your friends' Wirehogs via their profiles.
Wirehog works with a standard web browser, but when you access a friend's Wirehog you are actually connecting directly to their computer. Wirehog also makes it easy to find your friends' computers on the web. Just type "nick.wirehog.com" (where "nick" is your friend's Wirehog nickname) into a web browser and you'll be taken to their Wirehog.
Wirehog is designed to simplify sharing media, such as pictures, videos and audio clips, but you can use it to share documents and other files with friends too. You can also share sensitive files because Wirehog lets you choose exactly which friends can view your files and even provides a "lockbox" that can't be accessed without a password.
//What's so different about Wirehog?
Wirehog isn't a "file-sharing" program in the standard sense.
Wirehog is a social application. Instead of searching a network of anonymous users for a specific file, Wirehog makes it easy to access files on your friends' computers, highlighting relevant content like the videos your friends have watched recently and the pictures your friends think are the funniest.
The media you see on your friends' Wirehogs is more social too. Unlike most file-sharing networks which are chock-full of popular music and pornography, Wirehog is geared toward finding pictures of friends, songs by local artists, and quirky files passed around by friends.
You can check out the website at http://www.wirehog.com
If you are interested in an invite just post with your e-mail addy.
***I will not invite you if you try to encode your e-mail with something like jamoncorona-thisisthe"at"part-yahoo-thedot-com. They take too much time to edit and I don't have that kind of time. Sorry.
I figure we could get a LM friend circlefap going on. Post your email if you want an invite, and I'll log into my account and send you one, basically.
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General / Developer Outreach
« on: March 04, 2005, 08:04:06 AM »
Well, discussion in the channel turned to how bitter everyone who's played more than two years has become, etc. People started throwing around the usual generic "Onos sucks" comments. Well, folks, here's your chance to fix it! Sort of.
Post your well thought out ideas to fix whatever you think is broken with our fair mod in this thread. Drubo, who apparently does something for NS in some way, somehow, will get you past all that I&S garbage and straight to the people who can do something if your suggestion is worthy.
Do yourselves a favor and have the suggestion:
Detailed
Well written
Plausable
Family friendly
Not retarded
If people feel the need to discuss these ideas, make another thread for discussing. This thread is for posting suggestions only (Keeps it a bit clean). Keeping this stickied for now, since God knows NS needs some help.
P.S, I'm going to be making up for roughly 5 months of moderator inactivity by making sure this thread isn't derailed or ruined.
Edit: Ah, who was I kidding. Discuss away.
Post your well thought out ideas to fix whatever you think is broken with our fair mod in this thread. Drubo, who apparently does something for NS in some way, somehow, will get you past all that I&S garbage and straight to the people who can do something if your suggestion is worthy.
Do yourselves a favor and have the suggestion:
Detailed
Well written
Plausable
Family friendly
Not retarded
If people feel the need to discuss these ideas, make another thread for discussing. This thread is for posting suggestions only (Keeps it a bit clean). Keeping this stickied for now, since God knows NS needs some help.
P.S, I'm going to be making up for roughly 5 months of moderator inactivity by making sure this thread isn't derailed or ruined.
Edit: Ah, who was I kidding. Discuss away.
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Off Topic / Post a picture of you with your SO
« on: March 03, 2005, 03:22:09 PM »
Adorable kid, Rad.
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Off Topic / Post a picture of you with your SO
« on: March 02, 2005, 08:30:24 PM »
Pepsi was all that was sold at the concert, damnit. Keep this thread on track. Yes, I'll even allow Salmon Ovaries.
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Off Topic / Post a picture of you with your SO
« on: March 01, 2005, 06:02:12 PM »
Eh, while I was digging through some pictures and loitering in the admin channel, a topic came up involving someone and their imaginary/stalked girlfriend. Anyway, Vinnie was talking about how he needs some blanket pictures with his girl, and I figured I'd like to see who the LM community is dating/married to. I'll start off with a picture taken of me and my SO last week. Don't worry if you aren't photogenic (As I clearly am not).
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Off Topic / My school's IT Club Website
« on: February 07, 2005, 03:01:19 PM »
Not as good
See if you can find me in the credits. I did nothing, but someone got labeled a photographer.
See if you can find me in the credits. I did nothing, but someone got labeled a photographer.
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Off Topic / Finally, I have arrived...
« on: January 30, 2005, 09:13:28 PM »
Stop playing on Mark's Custom 24/7 CO
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Off Topic / Happy birthday Ness
« on: January 15, 2005, 10:37:24 PM »
Sorry for the late response, I was busy raping some guys bandwidth over his house. Yes, I did get a decent connection for my birthday, and no, my girlfriend is not fat 
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Off Topic / Ness is on DSL
« on: January 15, 2005, 10:32:45 PM »
Yes, a week late is better than never. Tonight I put the finishing touches on my wireless network. Damned if I'm paying some goon to set the thing up. 1500/256 for around 30 a month. This will probably herald my glorious return to NS, and LM.
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Off Topic / Random short story
« on: December 08, 2004, 05:48:04 PM »
If I ever get it into my mind what Diago's ability is supposed to be, or what the environment and setting is like, I might write a bit more on it. Maybe restoring youth? Something that has that cosmic "You must take to give" element to it.
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Off Topic / Random short story
« on: December 08, 2004, 08:08:05 AM »
Yeah, so basically I was bored in my tech class last week. Really bored. Bored enough to write up a random short story. My goal was to create more questions than answers, and confuse anyone who read it. Actually, I don't know what my goal was. I made it up as I went along.
Diago’s eye twitched as the sirens wailed. Pulses all over the complex quickened whenever that siren went off, and for good reason. They don’t like to be kept waiting, do they? Of course not. Every second wasted means less profit, and nobody in the complex wants to be responsible for a decrease in production. Nobody wants to face the Review Squad, especially with their tendency to become very violent, very quickly. Diago knew all of this, having worked and lived in the complex for most of his life. Then again, he also knew that seniority mattered little to them, and if he didn’t arrive in the next minute it would all be over. This time it wouldn’t just be a leg. Oh no, the squadwould be able to have their real fun with him this time. Then would come the sands.
Wincing with pain, Diago dragged his left leg as fast as he could down the poorly lit hallway. He knew his existence was at their mercy. Between being cast out into the blight and slaving for the company his entire life, he would take slavery. Sure, he had his own office, room, clothes, and companionship whenever he wished, but it was slavery all the same. Looking past the exterior, Diago owned basically nothing. He knew that the only thing keeping him from the sands and what lies beneath happened to be his peculiar ability. Moments slipped away as he painfully hobbled as best he could, and the seconds marched alongside his hurried stride.
How many minutes did he have left? Judging from the faces he passed, Diago guessed not much. Twitch. Twitch. His destination lay ahead, yet he stopped cold. Seconds dwindled away relentlessly as his mind battled with itself. A good demonstration could mean promotion, rewards, success. On the other hand, a poor demonstration meant the Review Squad, and further deterioration of his own health. His own time in the ranks of the Review Squad taught him of the limits of man, and he had no mind to face them on the other side of the table.
Taking a risk and overstepping his boundaries would prove disastrous, though. The squad cared nothing for his gift or his position, even when he had proved exceptional at the tasks assigned during his stay in their ranks. Coldness and efficiency replaced fellowship in the squad, and Diago’s own ruthless nature no doubt gained himself more enemies than friends. So he moved forward, and leaned against the heavy doors.
Awaiting him were the head ministers of each of the massive complex’s 5 departments. One among them had the distinction of holding the middle seat, though. Jacques D’ Marcus sat in-between the other four departments. His greasy dark hair flopped in front of his eyebrows, prominent in contrast to his small beetle eyes, sunken into his face above swollen bags. One would almost expect a hooked nose with a devilish handlebar moustache below them on this man. The position of Uniformity Enforcement Director certainly had taken a toll on his features.
Diago could remember a smiling, youthful boy from his past, eager for activity when it was time for his unit’s daily exercise hour. Jacques had provided much-needed friendship, and the possibility of a betrayal would never have so much as flittered across his old friend’s thoughts. He knew better now. Friendship takes a back-seat to opportunity, it seems. Still, it was shocking to see what the stress of being U.E.D had done to his childhood friend in only a few years.
Of course, greed and corruption take their own tolls on a person’s body and mind as well. Even a close former friend wouldn’t hesitate to put him in the hands of the squad if this went badly, and after the recent incident it would be hard to blame him. People fear what they don’t understand, and Diago barely understood it himself. He could see it in their eyes. A shining eagerness and expectation, with an underlying terror.
Understandable, since the few instances of these sort of abilities have all required a sacrifice, and neither Diago nor the board had any idea what sort of sacrifice he was making. Did someone, unknown and alone, suffer every time his ability surfaced? Was he deteorating, not knowing how or why until it was too late? Muddy dreams and unspecified pains held the key, but Diago could not reach it nor understand it. Regardless, if he did not please the majority of the board none of it would matter. The riddle of his power, along with his life, would be snuffed out by the Squad.
Well, they were waiting, and they don’t like to be kept waiting. The five of them seemed patient and calm to the eye, but were fevered within. Ignoring the boring pain in his knee, Diago concentrated. The time had come.
Diago’s eye twitched as the sirens wailed. Pulses all over the complex quickened whenever that siren went off, and for good reason. They don’t like to be kept waiting, do they? Of course not. Every second wasted means less profit, and nobody in the complex wants to be responsible for a decrease in production. Nobody wants to face the Review Squad, especially with their tendency to become very violent, very quickly. Diago knew all of this, having worked and lived in the complex for most of his life. Then again, he also knew that seniority mattered little to them, and if he didn’t arrive in the next minute it would all be over. This time it wouldn’t just be a leg. Oh no, the squadwould be able to have their real fun with him this time. Then would come the sands.
Wincing with pain, Diago dragged his left leg as fast as he could down the poorly lit hallway. He knew his existence was at their mercy. Between being cast out into the blight and slaving for the company his entire life, he would take slavery. Sure, he had his own office, room, clothes, and companionship whenever he wished, but it was slavery all the same. Looking past the exterior, Diago owned basically nothing. He knew that the only thing keeping him from the sands and what lies beneath happened to be his peculiar ability. Moments slipped away as he painfully hobbled as best he could, and the seconds marched alongside his hurried stride.
How many minutes did he have left? Judging from the faces he passed, Diago guessed not much. Twitch. Twitch. His destination lay ahead, yet he stopped cold. Seconds dwindled away relentlessly as his mind battled with itself. A good demonstration could mean promotion, rewards, success. On the other hand, a poor demonstration meant the Review Squad, and further deterioration of his own health. His own time in the ranks of the Review Squad taught him of the limits of man, and he had no mind to face them on the other side of the table.
Taking a risk and overstepping his boundaries would prove disastrous, though. The squad cared nothing for his gift or his position, even when he had proved exceptional at the tasks assigned during his stay in their ranks. Coldness and efficiency replaced fellowship in the squad, and Diago’s own ruthless nature no doubt gained himself more enemies than friends. So he moved forward, and leaned against the heavy doors.
Awaiting him were the head ministers of each of the massive complex’s 5 departments. One among them had the distinction of holding the middle seat, though. Jacques D’ Marcus sat in-between the other four departments. His greasy dark hair flopped in front of his eyebrows, prominent in contrast to his small beetle eyes, sunken into his face above swollen bags. One would almost expect a hooked nose with a devilish handlebar moustache below them on this man. The position of Uniformity Enforcement Director certainly had taken a toll on his features.
Diago could remember a smiling, youthful boy from his past, eager for activity when it was time for his unit’s daily exercise hour. Jacques had provided much-needed friendship, and the possibility of a betrayal would never have so much as flittered across his old friend’s thoughts. He knew better now. Friendship takes a back-seat to opportunity, it seems. Still, it was shocking to see what the stress of being U.E.D had done to his childhood friend in only a few years.
Of course, greed and corruption take their own tolls on a person’s body and mind as well. Even a close former friend wouldn’t hesitate to put him in the hands of the squad if this went badly, and after the recent incident it would be hard to blame him. People fear what they don’t understand, and Diago barely understood it himself. He could see it in their eyes. A shining eagerness and expectation, with an underlying terror.
Understandable, since the few instances of these sort of abilities have all required a sacrifice, and neither Diago nor the board had any idea what sort of sacrifice he was making. Did someone, unknown and alone, suffer every time his ability surfaced? Was he deteorating, not knowing how or why until it was too late? Muddy dreams and unspecified pains held the key, but Diago could not reach it nor understand it. Regardless, if he did not please the majority of the board none of it would matter. The riddle of his power, along with his life, would be snuffed out by the Squad.
Well, they were waiting, and they don’t like to be kept waiting. The five of them seemed patient and calm to the eye, but were fevered within. Ignoring the boring pain in his knee, Diago concentrated. The time had come.