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  3. Posted

    Stardate:213823.2

     

     

    Yeh the Padres so suck.They have a few good players(Trever Hoffman and maybe one or two more) but thats about it.

     

     

    Even when they made it to the World Series a few years back(1994 I think)They got their butts kicked(swept by yankees in 4 games).

     

    Maybe thier club shouldnt waste money on new uniforms and maybe use it on good players!

  7. Posted

    Stardate:213849.9

     

     

    AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    I missed this week's episode!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

     

    Now i have to wait till Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

     

    B) :waaaa::waaaa::waaaa:

     

    :lol: :lol: :drool::eek::eek::wow:

  9. Posted

    Stardate:213847.3

     

     

    I am not a baseball fan I am a baseball FANATIC!!!!

     

    I also fancy myself a sort of baseball historian as well.

     

    My favorite team is the home team THE SEATTLE MARINERS!!!! Go M'S!!!!!

  10. Posted

    Another tip: if you have any software installed on the ME system that you will be transferring to the XP system, you have to pay close attention to the steps used while setting up XP.  The reason is, XP gives you a choice of two file formats, FAT32 or NTFS.  If you want your old software to be compatible with XP, you have to choose the FAT32 file format.

    I always go with FAT32 simply because if I ever have to access the drive outside of Windows XP I can. If you go with NTFS then you can only access the drive on NT systems like Windows XP or Windows NT. I've never used ME so I don't know if it's NT based or not.

    Stardate:2138347.2

     

     

    No ME isnt NT based.Yeh i always stick with FAT32 as well.

     

    Install went fine everything is up and running.Thanks for your advice everybody

  11. Posted

    Stardate:213841.9

     

     

    I am upgrading my computer to Windows XP from ME.I have backed up my files i want to keep and what not

     

    Those of you that have done this before do you have any suggestions,warning,what to do's,what to avoid's,ect.

     

    Any advice would be appreciated thanks

  13. Posted

    I wish T'pol would wear the same uniform as everybody else.Phlox,too.

    Stardate:213801.9

     

     

     

    Phlox and T'Pol are not offices on the ship(starfleet officers i mean)so I think it would be dumb if they had to wear a uniform IMO.I like what T'Pol is wearing it fits her better.

  19. Posted

    Stardate:213833.9

     

     

    Edgar Allen Poe was the father/inventor of the American Horror Story.It being Halloween and all i figured id share with you his most famous Poem "The Raven".Poe was a favorite of mine and i love this poem.Keep in mind while you read it that it was written while his wife was dying of Tubercolis or the "Red Death" as poe called it.

     

     

    Click for Spoiler:

    The Raven

     

     

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

    "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --

    Only this, and nothing more."

     

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

    Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had sought to borrow

    From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --

    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore --

    Nameless here for evermore.

     

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

    Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

    "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door --

    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; --

    This it is, and nothing more,"

     

    Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

    "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

    That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door; --

    Darkness there, and nothing more.

     

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before;

    But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"

    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"

    Merely this and nothing more.

     

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

    "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

    Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore --

    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; --

    'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

     

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

    Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;

    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --

    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --

    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

     

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

    "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven.

    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore --

    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

     

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

    Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;

    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door --

    Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

    With such name as "Nevermore."

     

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

    Nothing further then he uttered -- not a feather then he fluttered --

    Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before --

    On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before."

    Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

     

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

    "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,

    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore --

    Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

    Of 'Never-nevermore.'"

     

    But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --

    What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

    Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

     

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

    On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

    But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

     

    Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

    Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

    "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee

    Respite - respite and nepenthe from the memories of Lenore!

    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

     

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil! --

    Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted --

    On this home by Horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --

    Is there -- is there balm in Gilead? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

     

    "Prophet!' said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil!

    By that Heaven that bends above us -- by that God we both adore --

    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore --

    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?"

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

     

    "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting --

    "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

    Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!

    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

     

    And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

    And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

    Shall be lifted -- nevermore.

  21. Posted

    Stardate:213833.9

     

     

    I guess you could call this a computer horror story.

     

    I got home today after the halloween party I went to and turned on my computer.I heard this clicking noise and noticed that the computer wouldnt load.I thought the worst cause anybody that knows a little about computers knows that clicking noises generally meant certain death.

     

    Well i have 2 hardrives.My main one( about 40GB) and a smaller one(about 2.5Gb)well on the second one i keep all my music.(i have alot of music about 1.5Gb worth)

     

    A few days ago i took the computer apart to fix a minor problem.As I was putting it back together something came up so i had to hurry.When i hooked up the second hard drive i didnt put it in the chassis i just let it hang.

     

    Well it turns out that a little static electricty got into the computer.I bet alot of you out there reading this just cringed.Because the HD wasnt in the chassis it wasnt grounded.So guess what.IT FRIED ITSELF!!!!!!!!!! :lol: Out of all the things on my cpu the thing i cherish most is my music.I about cried :laugh:

     

    Lucklily about a month ago i backed up my music.So i only ended up losing about 40 songs or so.

     

    So the moral of the story is:MAKE SURE YOUR EQUIPMENT IS GROUNDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND DONT BE IN A HURRY!!!!!!!!!!!