myrmaad

I know just what you mean. It took me several hours, earlier, working on cleaning my filing cabinet so I could make some room on my desk for this semester. I mostly shredded financial papers from 1995 and such, but lots of stuff I put right back into the cabinet. I did give away several things today though so I'm proud of myself. I have too much stuff, I really need to let it go. Greenwarden may be as excited as I was to learn I had printed "the Story of Myr'Maad the last queen of Meer" and the author signed it "Arrow" I wish we could find her. Sadly I did not find copies of the other two stories. I had such a headache that I took 2 tylenol and a nap, and woke up still worrying about my camera. Decided to give a reward. You can buy it on Amazon and eBay for less than I'm willing to pay to get it back.

Welcome to the Alliance, lilith

My ex sweetheart, the only serious puppy love I had before I met and married the love of my life, became a smoke jumper. His best friend and room-mate died in the Malibu Fires of 1996. It takes a very special person to become a smoke jumper.

I think she had fun, though! Look at that gorgeous pic, what a nice shot for your dad!

CAUTION: Accessing and Changing the bios. Read carefully before doing. First you would identify your BIOS, manufacturer, and check their site for the key stroke that will access bios at boot time. It is often one of the following keys: Esc DEL F1 F10 Watch your computer Boot Screen for a quick message showing the key for "Setup" access. If your manufacturer has a proprietary screen that doesn't allow you to see the boot sequenc, you search for your your Laptop Manufacturer + Bios Access. Even if you can see the Setup key at boot time, I recommend you search your Manufacturer's Bios and Version, to see the sequence to get to the Password setting. It's usually near the last page of your bios screens. At that point you can create your Bios password, and if your Bios supports it, you may also be able to enable "password protection" for a startup prompt. Be careful to only change the one setting you want to change, and don't save if you're in doubt. Just start over. If you make a mistake you may have to take the pc to the shop. The easier question is how to create your password protected windows login, if that's what you're asking, it's as simple as going into control panel, choosing User Accounts, and creating a password protected account by following the prompts to the end, or simplay adding a password to your existing account. However I'm not sure this is what you meant by "Startup" password.

Shareel liked days like this, a sky dark blue with softly brooding clouds, warm air breezily caressing her face like a moist kiss, and the rain still far to the south. If only she could stay out here, she hated the depths of the ruins, but knew mother would come tug her back into the damp musty safety beneath the walls. She imagined again her father, why hadn't he come for her, why hadn't he taken her to be schooled in the Dunmer ways of her ancestry. Shareel had ventured to speak sometimes with the friendly bandits and necromancers who worshipped in the safety of the ruins, who would sometimes bring her things like a comb for her hair, or fishysticks. They seemed fascinated by her strange appearance and the wings she inherited from her mother. Useless wings! She knew they were a disappointment to mother, ugly duckling Shareel, with wings too weak to fly. She thought again of her father, she had seen the ashlander camps with their charming warm tents, and the soothing chimes that played the song of the wind. Why couldn't he have taken her to live with them? Why didn't he love her? Mother's only dream is for me to be like her. Shareel never bothered to try explain how she felt, her mother was too simple to understand anyway. The only life she was interested in, was the one she knew nesting in feral squalor in the dark safe depths. Shareel dreamed of so much more. Before he left father had taught her to read some of his strange beautiful books. He told the best stories, of gleaming cities, fortune hunters, the Chimer elves, and the Dwarven ones of long ago. He told stories of mighty battles and of the newcomers, the outlanders who brought with them the strange customs from abroad. Skipping along the path near the shore, she made a game of hopping from rock to rock, her wings catching the breeze and softly dropping her to the next, further and higher she hopped and jumped, until a sudden sound startled her and she realized she was quite far from the safety of Ashalmawia, shrouded against the sky in the distance now! Starkly still she stood like a statue. And then the crackle of a heavy step on the brush, and she turned and ran back, back to the safety of the daedra! Fast heavy steps pounded in her ears and she pushed her wings flat and out, flat and out in the rhythm of her skinny legs, using them to push her forward lest they assist her pursuer by catching the wind, slowing her down. She could barely breathe, her heart pounded in her chest, her throat closed as hands closed around it! She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out -- Her eyes flew open, and she started to laugh and cough, with relief, why here she was, right here in the seeming safety of this friendly lost tavern. She gave herself a few minutes to allow her heart to stop pounding. Her nerves were still on edge, her wings nervously jittering from her shoulderblades, still aching with the recent fear. Shareel instinctively reached for Shard, her beloved dagger, her friend, she had neglected him since stopping here. He needed repairs, she got out her repair hammer and sharpening stone. She needed to prepare some poisons for him as well. She brushed her hair quickly and tucking Shard into the leather pouch she wore on her side, she left the room. Just as she closed the door a cacophony arose from the great room below. These Nords, she thought, with a raised eyebrow, all they do is eat and drink. She stopped to get some refreshments, and as she did more travelers were introduced around the room. Family. She smiled, a little ruefully as she was made acquaintance of the newcomers. Cheerily the others continued their merriment, and she took her moment to steel away outside. This was a bit north for abundance of Nightshade, but she hoped luck would be on her side. There were lots of morning glories, she'd start with them. And some blackberries over there. Fly Aminata Cap, lots. Milk thistle.. this was turning out to be a lucky day! Each time she'd get a handful of one thing, another was just ahead. Her purse was filling nicely, she smiled. As she continued to gather, she admired the beauty of each plant as she always did, silently offering a little prayer to the gods for each blessing of beauty and life gratefully harvested, remembering that plants were a blessing of safety from harm, and conspirators in the delivery of death to a foe. She worried she had no mortor or pestle so she studied the landscape for suitable rocks. If all else failed she could grind them with her teeth and spit them out to cover her blade. Just then a stately purple caught her eye! Nightshade! Quickly she harvested all she could find, 7 plants! At that moment there was a crackle of a footstep in the brush. Stiffening, and alert, Shareel readied her dagger, but saw nothing. A deer? No, a man, his arrow whistled past but another caught her thigh. The pain blazed through her and turned to white hot anger and she screamed her bloodcurdling rage (this too a gift from mother). A wing-swept leap and she was upon him, sinking Shard into his neck, and then into his heart, his life sighing out of him and filling her as she absorbed his health, their hearts becoming one beating, first his, louder, then softening as hers beat stronger. The gash in her leg was healing already. With a sickening yank, she ripped out the still sunken arrow and shoved it in his eye. She'd better get back.

The laughing man is ornery like a child! (not vagrant, unless he's in deep cover!)

Thanks Sickle, Chingari fixed the outfit for me, and gave me a screenshot, the pants in the outfit weren't rigged to the skeleton. But I'm glad you replied, because I've been trying to make a "window seat" by cutting down the Kvatch bed in blender. Needless to say I've made a mess of it, so this paintbrush trick is good to know and could come in handy. All i wanted to do was convert the mattress into a cushion but keep part of the flowing bedspread. I'm good at making a mess! Ok, also this is what Chingari told me, "If you open the original in nifskope and open up the skin instance you will see that the skeleton root points no where when it should point to the Scene Root usually the ) ninode..screen shot to show you." But actually he didn't say what he did to fix it. So thank you again!

Well I love the taste of some beers, many wines, and a few liqueurs. I like summery fruity drinks, and chocolatey frothy drinks, and drinks of all kinds. I love champagne, and sparkling wines. But I don't drink anymore, out of respect for my husband who used to be a heavy drinker and quit due to health issues. I've never been a heavy drinker, just a social drinker, so it was easy to let it go.

Immediately, after she said it she regretted it. The diminutive golden lass looked a bit crestfallen. Old habits die hard, but this place has some magical quality, a surprising welcoming in the camaraderie of this merry band of misfits. Her face didn't soften or change, but she reassessed the young nord and this golden mer, "Elm". Even her skin was gold. And the boy, with his shaggy locks, and awkward stance, why he's more backward then I am, she mused. She smiled. "If the fetcher felt good enough to take off, I guess he'll be back." She looked Elm in the eye, and more gently said, "try not to worry. Let's go back inside and have a proper breakfast." But privately she did worry. She knew first hand the danger on the roads, and how lucky she was to find this -- this veritable haven. She thought again how comfortably she had slept, in the chair in the open. She hadn't slept like that in years. The big nord had joined them as they turned back toward the Inn, and he hustled the uncertain Elm inside in spite of her apparent misgivings. Grond stepped to Shareel's side once they were settled inside, "You'll be watching yourself and your nectar." She gave him an intent and defiant look, "Only the first time is free." she quipped. His message was clear. "I'd love that room, Arlow," She smiled an unaccustomed smile at the barman. "Great breakfast." The room was not half bad. A bed. Now that's a luxury. She sunk into it for another nap. It was a short one.

It's ok, I couldn't come back last night But I'm here now, so: In Morrowind lies a special glove, in possession of an Orcish Khajitt: To fulfill a pact and read a poem you must present Sheogorath with it: What's the name of the glove? a Gallingwild b Gambolpuddy c Gloryward d Gimbleweave

Thinking...

I think the answer is: B. Absurdity has become nessecary And if anyone had bet against me after I posted in the shout, they would have been right!

Ok, I did get Chingari to help me with this, he's probably just going to fix it for me! What happened was I tried to edit a mashup remix in blender this morning but it wouldn't let me import: blender error "object has no attribute 'children'" I looked and looked to try to eliminate the bad scene root data but I never succeeded in deleting though I think I could see the bad one. It was making me crazy! *bashes head* so I turned to Chingari, as he rides a white horse to the rescue, regularly. But it would be great if I could learn how to fix it myself, so I'm posting it here. Thanks for checking it out.

Well it might go nicely with this one: http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=23796

I downloaded Xnormal when I saw you mention it a while back and then I just kind of looked at it. I had no idea what to do next.

I got all excited too, and couldn't get it to install anyway! Oh well, blender is good for me.

I'm thrilled to see you here, I personally think everything you post is USEFUL, I'm always going back to things you've said and taught, later when I'm ready or when it finally makes sense to me! I had that David Whitefang staff and its UV could really use some re-doing but it may be awfully complicated. It was a project he got a bit fed up with, but he relzed it as a modders resource. What do you think, pain in the behind? http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=20954 I've been interested in your work on some custom animating but not sure if you want to get into that. I have my heart set on wings that fold down close to the body. May be a while before I can accomplish that. And Dark Rider was hoping to make some regular mens custom armors, if I remember correctly, maybe we could give that a shot as a class, with your direction we might actually make something he'd like! And you could relax and have a and see what moves you! You could check out our stories in the tavern, or look around at some of the projects we've been working on. I've been working on a housing project, I'm making a home for a paladin character. Everyone here is working on something it's a pretty nice place. I'm so happy you stopped in, I know you're busy, but it's a nice place to visit.

For the unanswered second question, I'm thinking D

Pretty place. I second Grond, and get some sleep. You need to be rested up Saturday night!