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We had a full lunar eclipse during the Winter solstice. First time in 374 years. Here's one of my photos so you won't feel left out. http://imgur.com/HwKzC.jpg<br>

z0mg, you guys were playing BF2142? And I missed it? Blasted! I'm sure I have an excuse somewhere, I just can't remember where I put it...

I found my clan tag! Thanks guys.

I seem to have misplaced it about a year and a half ago and would like to have it back. It looks sort of like an 'A' with some equal signs around it. I sort of started focusing on college and getting my degree and now that I'm about to graduate I can't wait to dive back into gaming with some old friends. Old in terms of the Internet I guess. But I'd let all my software and stuff lapse so you have no idea the stuff I had to update today. EA Download, pbsetup, nvidia drivers, mic settings, not to mention downloading that behemoth 5.4 gb BC2 file, yikes! Only thing missing there is a brand new computer like the first time around. Anyway, I hope to become active again after being gone for so long. I miss the community here and the late night good fun we used to have. But I just know you guys (and gals--sorry Wolfey) are still a welcoming bunch, so I'm not too apprehensive about nobody remembering me. It's good to be back.

Just watched the 4x100im relay, Phelps got his 8th gold, very entertaining to watch. Anybody got any thoughts on his .01 second win for gold #7?

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I can't wait to see it, the lines at the IMAX theatre here are crazy long so I'm gonna wait a bit before I try going.

So I was reading this interesting article on wired.com tonight that had occured to me before but I never really gave it much extra thought. This guy is talking about how in Ninja Gaiden II the bodies of the people you kill don't disappear. Quoted below are the first few lines of the two page article, link to the article follows. What do you guys think? http://www.wired.com/gaming/gamingreviews/commentary/games/2008/06/gamesfrontiers_0603

I've seen the Thunderbirds live at a USAF graduation, Blue Angels at an airshow. Blue Angels were way way way better lol

good man y'self

Ok your three choices are the Blue Angels, Thunderbirds, and Red Arrows. Which is better? Those are your choices, I think they're all fantastic, but the Blue Angels are my personal favorite ! D31WQEact94 uyTVNjVWoaU y8LF0xp53W0

I was looking on his website. I want a copy of that limited edition book he's selling. There are some copies on Amazon for about 150. Pretty cool stuff.

Yea apple sucks. My Zune does the trick, and my 2 gig sansa clip. All I need. I looked at the IPOD Touches, I just couldn't justify the cost. Pretty cool and all that, but then again it IS an apple product...so...uhh. Yea.

voted 10 on yours and 1 on everyone elses

Why do you guys still bother with p2p stuff? I get movies, soundtracks, software, all for free, the only thing comcast can get me on is bandwidth usage and I monitor that 24/7. I never let it get above 25 gigs a month, which has come close occasionally.

I push the speed up at Walt's request. The jet does not skip a beat, nothing fluctuates, and the cameras have a rock steady platform. Walt received missile launch signals. Before he can say anything else, my left hand instinctively moves the throttles yet farther forward. My eyes are glued to temperature gauges now, as I know the jet will willingly go to speeds that can harm her. The temps are relatively cool and from all the warm temps we've encountered thus far, this surprises me but then, it really doesn't surprise me. Mach 3.31 and Walt is quiet for the moment. I move my gloved finder across the small silver wheel on the autopilot panel which controls the aircraft's pitch. With the deft feel known to Swiss watchmakers, surgeons, and 'dinosaurs' (old- time pilots who not only fly an airplane but 'feel it'), I rotate the pitch wheel somewhere between one-sixteenth and one-eighth inch location, a position which yields the 500-foot-per-minute climb I desire. The jet raises her nose one-sixth of a degree and knows I'll push her higher as she goes faster. The Mach continues to rise, but during this segment of our route, I am in no mood to pull throttles back. Walt's voice pierces the quiet of my cockpit with the news of more missile launch signals. The gravity of Walter's voice tells me that he believes the signals to be a more valid threat than the others. Within seconds he tells me to 'push it up' and I firmly press both throttles against their stops. For the next few seconds, I will let the jet go as fast as she wants. A final turn is coming up and we both know that if we can hit that turn at this speed, we most likely will defeat any missiles. We are not there yet, though, and I'm wondering if Walt will call for a defensive turn off our course. With no words spoken, I sense Walter is thinking in concert with me about maintaining our programmed course. To keep from worrying, I glance outside, wondering if I'll be able to visually pick up a missile aimed at us. Odd are the thoughts that wander through one's mind in times like these. I found myself recalling the words of former SR-71 pilots who were fired upon while flying missions over North Vietnam. They said the few errant missile detonations they were able to observe from the cockpit looked like implosions rather than explosions. This was due to the great speed at which the jet was hurling away from the exploding missile. I see nothing outside except the endless expanse of a steel blue sky and the broad patch of tan earth far below. I have only had my eyes out of the cockpit for seconds, but it seems like many minutes since I have last checked the gauges inside. Returning my attention inward, I glance first at the miles counter telling me how many more to go, until we can start our turn. Then I note the Mach, and passing beyond 3.45, I realize that Walter and I have attained new personal records. The Mach continues to increase. The ride is incredibly smooth. There seems to be a confirmed trust now, between me and the jet; she will not hesitate to deliver whatever speed we need, and I can count on no problems with the inlets. Walt and I are ultimately depending on the jet now - more so than normal - and she seems to know it. The cooler outside temperatures have awakened the spirit born into her years ago, when men dedicated to excellence took the time and care to build her well. With spikes and doors as tight as they can get, we are racing against the time it could take a missile to reach our altitude. It is a race this jet will not let us lose. The Mach eases to 3.5 as we crest 80,000 feet. We are a bullet now - except faster. We hit the turn, and I feel some relief as our nose swings away from a country we have seen quite enough of. Screaming past Tripoli, our phenomenal speed continues to rise, and the screaming Sled pummels the enemy one more time, laying down a parting sonic boom. In seconds, we can see nothing but the expansive blue of the Mediterranean. I realize that I still have my left hand full-forward and we're continuing to rocket along in maximum afterburner. The TDI now shows us Mach numbers, not only new to our experience but flat out scary. Walt says the DEF panel is now quiet, and I know it is time to reduce our incredible speed. I pull the throttles to the min 'burner range and the jet still doesn't want to slow down. Normally the Mach would be affected immediately, when making such a large throttle movement. But for just a few moments old 960 just sat out there at the high Mach, she seemed to love and like the proud Sled she was, only began to slow when we were well out of danger. I loved that jet. Major Brian Shul is a former Air Force pilot who flew over 200 missions in Viet Nam and sustained severe injuries when he was shot down; after a lengthy recuperation period (and many surgeries) he recovered sufficiently to resume a 20-year Air Force career that ended with his retirement in 1990. Since then, Brian has operated his own photography studio in northern California, turned out several books about flying, and performed numerous public speaking engagements.

This is a very cool article I found today. An interesting narrative, give it a read. /monthly_06_2011/post-2242-130810225747_thumb.jpg

good gawd bravo!, whatcha doing with all them desktop icons? Clean up that desktop man!

The fact that most of these reporters leave out is that AMD bought ATI last year for 1.6 billion. They "broke-even" because purchases usually don't count as losses. Just my two cents

I think he meant GOOD shows.

I get tags when the opportunity arises, but I don't ever really go looking to do it...unless somebody pisses me off then I'll use IDS lmao

nice work, now make me one thats 1280x1024

Am I the only one who noticed this article was posted on Fox News? This coming from the same people blaming the California wildfires on Al Qaeda?

I tried various things like fixing the saturation, hue, messing with colors in rgb etc. In this one all I did was convert it to cmyk, and it made a world of difference. /monthly_06_2011/post-2242-130810222642_thumb.gif