Yeknodathon

Yes, come on! "High" is a bit below the knee cap. Very unfortunate phrasing. Yeknod [ December 07, 2003, 11:26 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

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The solution I found was to alter (downwards from 100hz to 85hz) the refresh rate found in (for Windows XP): Right click desktop: Properties: Settings: Advanced: Monitor: Monitor Settings. ... though I notice you have an ATI card rather than Nvidia. May be worth a try 'cause its easy to adjust without reloading drivers etc Alex

Not entirely related but perhaps some help when Alt-Tabbing into another screen and then coming back to CM:AK and finding a black screen (using Nvidia GeForce4 Ti4600 card) Alter the monitor's refresh rates (I dropped from 100hz - 85hz) to solve the problem. Alex

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Play me. We can both lose. Yeknod

Oh... [twitches the special tail of thinking] ... Sarah Brightman, I should think... and I don't necessarily do in case it was. Which is just as well considering the fairly pathetic conclusions that would most certainly arise. *sniff* ... and that would go for Michael Crawford as well. One wouldn't want operatic phantoms. I don't suppose you have any carrots? Yeknod

I suppose *sniff* it's during these moments... [waving a lofty limb while thoughtfully sucking on something fairly twig-like] ... that one appreciates the true significance of shrink wrap. Yeknod [ December 06, 2003, 02:40 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[... and from the paddock, the slow plaintive melody of a Sarah Brightman classic amid the occasional wheeze of something small and rubbery being pressed to a bossom] Midnight, Not a sound from the pavement *whhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeze* Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory, All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then *wheeze* *wheeeze* *wheeeeeeeeeeeeeze* I remember The time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Every street lamp Seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters *wheeee ..... zzzzzeee* And a street lamp gutters And soon it will be morning Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in When the dawn comes Tonight will be a memory too *wheeeeeeeeeeeeeze* *thud* *thud* *whhhheeeeeeeee* And a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smoky days The stale cold smell of morning The street lamp dies Another night is over Another day is dawning Touch me, *WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZEEEEEEEEEEEEE* It's so easy to leave me All alone with my memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me You'll understand what happiness is Look a new day has begun... Yeknod [ December 06, 2003, 09:28 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Dunno if this helps - my CD would spin up but then take several minutes to start the Setup procedure... so it may be worth waiting a while, grab a cup of tea, read a few posts and seeing if it sorts itself out before asking for a new copy... strange. Alex

I just wandered over to say that I particularly like arranging those things and groups of things yer get right at the start... and then rearranging 'em in, I must say, combinations of artistic forms constrained by the rather... erm..err... "challenging" restrictions of the BFC interface that is me canvas. See, I've got sensibilities and I express me deepest and most profoundest yearnings on yer set-up screen. Its the only way me mind can escape this body. *sniff* And then, when everything is done, I like to hide 'em in secret places and wait 20 or 30 turns before anything is found again. Of course, this takes immense powers of concentration and I have to say, not a little inner torment. I'd say Vincent Van Cough had it good. But me turn rate is rather astounding... considering that one has to wait for me muse and then copy down the precise instructions in deepest crayon... and then of course there is the filing... and then one has to eat or spend a few hours with the little rubber gnome. *sniff* Art, yer see, can't be rushed. Yeknod [ November 30, 2003, 01:56 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[stares longingly at the rubber gnome, in warm glow of the paddock stable boudoir in one of those, special, intimate and very private moments] Oh, Chuck, cummon, *slap* give us a little pluff... [squeezes the rubber gnome...] *whhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze* *sniff* I like it when you do that.... *whhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze* *honk* *whhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze* *honkety-honkety hooooooooooooonk* *honk* *whhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze* *HOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNK* *whhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze* *whhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze*

Oh, well, la-de-da. Goodbye. Yeknod

I just wanted to say that I have thistles for breakfast, mid morning elevenses... and luncheon and afternoon tea and super and the odd wild midnight snack. I don't have waffles or a dead pig and their many various and interesting forms that may be presented for consumption. And I wouldn't be particularly cheery about a waffle or a dead pig. And I don't suppose the dead pig would be cheery either. I should think it would be particularly miserable.... which is just as well. One can't be having happy pigs. *sigh* No, its plain thistles for me. Thistles, thistles, thistles. One can ring the changes... thistle soup, curried thistle, thistle pizza, thistle en croute, thistle Kiev, baked Alaskan thistle (for dessert), thistle boiled, fried, poached, roasted or just plain, boring thistle al fresco. Okay, I lied. Its just plain, boring thistle. Not that I'm complaining really... I mean if one were to come across a miserable, dead pig firmly planted in the ground and presenting its trotters in way that indicated that it was thoroughly dead and not just burrowing to Austria I might give it a good go... but its not going to happen... ... and waffles are fairly Belgium... which explains a lot in many ways. And anything Belgium needs lashings of mayonnaise... or was that just lashings? Yeknod

Would those be thigh-length lycra spandex boots? One has to know. Yeknod

[... and as the paddock voles scamper back to their grim burrows of doom and the November gusts spread more dampness around something grey and heavy is carefully placing a rubber gnome, head down, between two posts and takes a few steps back] *sniff* freakin' Johnny Wilkinson... now, let me remember.... [shoves butt as far rearwards as possible] *sniff* ridiculous... its like having a poop. [clasps both front hooves together... peers upwards, shuffles a bit and at a brisk trot, makes for the rubber gnome] *thwwwwwwwwwwwwack* *sniff* marvelous. Yeknod

This is very good, great game play and graphics... very enjoyable! Love the vehicle modelling, that M10 is scrummy... almost a shame to watch 'em blow-up and smoulder... and everything is so smooth... gimme, gimme full version. Alex [ November 19, 2003, 05:23 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

I just wanted to say that I'm marginally excited. *honk* I saw it first, but I wasn't telling. Yeknod [ November 19, 2003, 01:16 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

ahem.... errr... is this important? Yeknod

[And from behind the paddock shed, loud clanking noises... as if something metallic and very large is being opened and snapped shut with the immense force of half a ton of prime donkey] Ahhhhh..... me extracting forceps... *clank* *clank* *clank* *clank* *sniff* gimme one of the little beggers... Yeknod

I took calipers proper and measured this here knaves own 'fugly'. It was besmuckered, halfed-folded inwards, right-out unsniffable (in any sense of the word), devilishly 'winky' and it bore a remarkable resemblance to a certain (nasal voice) 'Bryant'. It was (hide the child's eyes) hideous and 'Peng-ish'... and in a ghastly unlovable way I might add!!!!! . 'Nuff said. I must go puke myself stupid. </font>

Yer larger calibres can be a bit fugly. Reminds of the time when it was raining and I had to pour water out of the gnome to get 'im going. Uphill, both ways by the way. Me treasured and ultra reliable ceramic gnome stove piped on me and then went into terminal meltdown with three double feeds. Only me trusty backup rubber gnome functioned that night. Ever tried to lob a rubber gnome at 25 meters in response to a double failure of your primary gnome and hit the broad side of a barn? No, exactly... it just bounces. *sniff* and it had trigicoms. Yeknod [ November 15, 2003, 05:18 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

... yer gnome is such a personal thing so choose 'em carefully to match yer individual needs. I'd very much advise that yer try yer local gnome range or yer local sheriff. Rent a couple of 'em from the gnome racks and try 'em out. Such establishments will be able to advise on stance, grip etc and, more importantly, safety. Many nasty things have been known to happen with an "unloaded" gnome. Yeknod [ November 15, 2003, 03:17 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

... of course, when one gets used to yer rubber gnome, yer might like to try one of the big boom calibres... *sniff*... but they're expensive. Watch yer ammunition. Yeknod