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    9/11

    in General Discussion

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    I was at work. I was handling a tech support call and the lady on the phone told me, and we hung up, I ran upstairs where the tv was and as I walked in a couple other people had already gathered, and we watched in horror as the second tower was struck.

    I had calls from people in China and Russia that day, just reaching to the one voice they knew in the United States to try to express their grief and sadness with us.

    When I got home I watched throngs of dust covered New Yorkers walk quietly out of Manhattan, and I was never so stricken with pride and sadness at once. Even now it knots my stomach and can fill me with despair at the contrast of dignity and disgrace with which we have handled the remains of the day.

    The Lurker's Lair #22

    in General Discussion

    Posted

    It's taken me all day to track down my school notebook. as it would have it it was in one of a half dozen storage containers (not to spoil the ending but it was in the last container). At any rate, progress was slowed by the trek down memory lanes (my memories need more than one lane of traffic). Why is it that we hold on to some things that are absolutely useless? :rofl:

    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.

    BIOS question

    in Hardware/Software Support

    Posted

    Well, as IS said a few weeks ago, I should make a thread for any questions I have, now that I have a question, here it is, my question today is how do I make both a bios password and startup password for when I boot my laptop?. [sister problems]

    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.

    Tavern Tales: Come on in and Have a Drink! Part V

    in Tavern Tales - Oblivion

    Posted

    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.

    1001 idiotic questions

    in Study Hall

    Posted

    Is this a clothing/armor item, or a non-rigged item?

    If it is unrigged, find a "clean" clutter object in NifSkope to use as a base. I suggest the paintbrush from the clutter folder because it has no collision (IIRC). Delete the nitristrips (and any collision you find). Copy all the nitristrips from the mashup into the empty file. If your mashup has collisions, copy the collisions over and use the spells-- entry to fix up the block order. Save. This should fix your scene root problem.

    If it is rigged, you will need to do the same with an armor/clothing piece that has a proven "clean" skelly and uses all the same bones - I suggest the Dark Brotherhood or Arena default armor (although it is a PITA deleting all the pieces).

    Otherwise it may be necessary for me to take a look at the Blender file and see what's causing the scene root problem - usually it's a hard-to-see bone piece hovering around.

    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."

    th_31156410.jpg

    But actually he didn't say what he did to fix it. So thank you again!

    The Lurker's Lair #22

    in General Discussion

    Posted

    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.

    Tavern Tales: Come on in and Have a Drink! Part V

    in Tavern Tales - Oblivion

    Posted

    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.

    Trivial Pursuit

    in Oblivion General

    Posted

    It's ok, I couldn't come back last night :cookie:

    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

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