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[00:34:19] <Jen> I propose we run now

Session in one hour. Going for shower but channel is up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrdDNHYzPjE

Only to rise again, three days later and then ascend to heaven to take his place alongside Admiral Dusty, our Lord who art in heaven.

https://dl.dropbox.com/u/12603519/Joy%20to%20the%20World.mp3

Well, large numbers of mods will make it lag to some degree. You could try reducing your screen resolution...always helps me a lot.

I see...Do these headphones have a highpower tweeter or are you basing your claims off the 'theory' that software can directly vibrate air without any moving parts.... I have a cat on my lap. I don't have a cat on my head. Therefore my head repels cats. Unless you have a failure criteria your 'experiments' are meaningless. Amazing as ever. After further experimentation I discovered that if I pet the cat its ears fold back, thus proving that my hands share a lesser degree of my head's cat repulsing powers. After several minutes I discovered that the cat was making a noise, I take this as proof that my hand is forcing the cat's lungs up and down, while also causing vibrations in the cat's vocal regions, thus inducing the noise. Some time later I noticed that I was tracking hair through the living room. I take this to indicate that my feet, in accordance with the laws of thermomagnetism, must attract cats and cat byproducts, such as hair. After a while I noticed that my toes were cold, this indicates that I unsettled the balance between my cat repellant field by putting a cat on my lap. I immediately resolved to pet a dog, but before I could do that my feet warmed up, proving my cat repellant field had been restored. A short while later I ate some tuna and thereby strengthing my cat repellant field because the cat didn't come near me while I slept in my hermetically sealed room. However the Tuna is not permenant, as the next day the cat sat in my lap again. Importantly the cat stands next to my feet when I am standing, which proves that my feet attract cats, in conjunction to my cat hair tracking abilities. Anecdotal evidence, a sample of one person, an ignorance of related facts (say the placebo effect 'I think I should find I get a headache...Hey, wait a second, I am getting a headache'), and a total lack of actual scientific method all contribute to what I would call the 'Invalidation' of your evidence.

Wouldn't it be safer to get a water balloon, put it in a sealed container(Preferably Glass or Transparent Plastic) and draw, with a marker, the water level in the balloon (You might also want to use a control balloon...cause, you know, rubber is elastic and water/gas will normally escape over time). You could then subject it to the sonic waves and see if there is any effect (Given, if the water is breaking down, the water level will decrease, while the pressure changes (I would assume it would decrease, though with the complexity of water...).) Great scientific method there: 'The headache wore off before I drank, therefore I was dehydrated.' 'The headache wore off after I drank, there I was dehydrated.' What exactly were your failure criteria? If your brain explodes then you weren't dehydrated? If you suddenly develop magical powers? Oh, and I assume you were using an Oscilloscope to measure the output of the machine, rather than relying on the input displayed by the computer...Given that most modern speakers aren't designed to provide sound over 32 kHz, and that, given you are a Human, you don't actually know if there is a 42 kHz sound. So yeah...I would suggest you do some serious checks into your hardware and software before you open your sonic death camp.

Errr, they both look too blurry...maybe less blur? Number 2 seems better though. Righto Earth, let me know if you need anything.

Close down any programs that might be running on your pared to the bone computer... Setting Priority to High MAY cause your system to crash (Its pretty unlikely, but just so you know). Turning Aero off should help a little, carries no real risk of damaging the computer, though you need to remember to reset it at the end because it is VERY noticable. IObit is obviously a silly idea, unless it provides a way to install without requiring an admin account...or a download. I would add, though it largely goes without saying, that you should be the only person logged on (Multiple accounts drain so many resources). Also I would recommend restarting the computer if you frequently leave it for long periods of time (Again, drains alot of resources). Also, run a speed test on your internet connection, and if you want navigate to Control Panel -> System -> Memory (RAM) and relay the amount of RAM you have. May also be helpful to know the processor.

Better internet connection/move to somewhere not known for its abysmal internet connections/Ask Mather I rarely use the Internet one.

Mmm, 500 by 250. If you scroll down to the bottom of the page where you change your Signature it gives all the other limits as well.

Just to point out your signature is 100 pixals too large...Also it is rather overburdened with text (Remembering previous occasions where I was asked to trim it down).

He thought falling through the air. One could argue that perhaps he spent too much time on the introspective and practically forgot about what was actually going on...On the other hand a Griffon is part Lion and as every school child knows, Lions are Felines and Felines have the uncannability to land on their feet. One could also argue that, as a part eagle, he should have spread his wings. But, as it was, the fall was much further than most would have predicted, allowing for both an extended internal monologging and for his subconscience mind to take over, carefully adjusting his muscles to absorb the impact of the ground. Another thought stuck him as his legs recoiled against the ground. The Grenade came from outside, not inside? Perhaps he was losing his touch? He put the thought out of his mind and, with a casual glance over his shoulder as several tonnes of rubble collapsed down, he took two steps forwards and one to the side, then pulled out his datapadd, from the padd he quickly pulled up a floorplan and plotted a new course for the data center...Somewhere, hidden amongst the teraquads of data, there would be a slender clue as to Garrett's presence, and with his presence known the Griffon might just finally see about getting this curse reversed. A few moments later there was a crackle in his ear and his Mercenary Commander barked a few orders...Inwardly Janus - The alias was a particularly fitting one - held the woman in contempt...She had planned this operation almost to disaster. Outwardly he simply responded in his monsterous tone "Ma'ma." To his right a data terminal crashed to the ground. 'Losing it? Who am I kidding.' He thought with a thin smile, then he set back to work, free from the hail of gunfire and friendly fire grenades.

You need some inspirational music to guide you:

I should really acquire money. *Sometime later* I should really acquire money...But it doesn't help that I don't have money. :| On an unrelated note...Why aren't people getting involved with the Neverending Story? It would be cool to have more people.

Yeah, my Dad says the same thing. Normal driving licences only apply to cars you are insured to drive, but then, if you get a 'special' licence then suddenly you have unlimited ability to drive all cars, regardless of insurence, who owns them, etc...Its call the Norwegian Licence, only open to Men who heard it from a guy in a pub/internet. Either that or: Mather used to be able to drive automatic cars, then learned how to drive manual cars. Mather didn't have a licence but drove on private land/illegally. Mather had a driving licence for his truck/van/thing, which, under Norwegian Law, was different from a car for some reason, and thus he had to take a different course to become legally capable of driving other cars. Mather was banned from driving cars and recently had the licence reinstated. (And amazing ability given that he is only 18) Following an email from the Driving School of Nigeria Mather inherited a Driving Licence, now he only has to send away his passport as a gesture of goodwill and then he will be able to drive. Mather mowed down someone with a driving licence, and under Tavenite Law he looted the body and now knows how to drive...allegedly. What seems infinately more likely is that he either passed a course, waited an allotted amount of time, or simply sent away some forms. Quite why Mather has taken to posting his Facebook Status in the backroom is rather beyond me...Surely Tip It hasn't introduced a character limit against him, which requires he only make uninformative posts which are designed to boost the owner's self-esteem by causing anyone who is, marginally at best, interested to ask what he is wittering on about. Similar to me saying Bam, now I will never run out of batteries every again! (Without stated that I have a battery recharger...or that I have had one for several years.)

Owing to Ross being on Holiday and Earth maybe not being able to attend, we shall be having the normal session on Saturday only.

"Gadzooks!" cried someone, the Teacher almost groaned at the anacronism, though the sudden explosion distracted him from noticing too much. "Everyone remain calm..." He began but was immediately cut off as the Overseer started over the PA system "DON'T PANIC! DON'T PANIC! DON'T PANIC!" With a few seconds the tables were being upturned as chaos swept through the classroom. The Teacher sighed internally, knowing that when all this was over he would be expected to pay to replace those tables. He cast his eye over the room, making a menal note of who to charge more than normal for bottled water, pencils and other bits and pieces that they innevitably ended up buying from him, before going to his desk and pulling out a whistle, which he blew three times. The class quieted down momentarialy, but it was at that point that the usual Blue Marble vistage was obscured by a half man, half horse hybrid and the class exploded into panic once again. Realising the hopeless situation...and more importantly realising that the Vault had been breached (since the Blue Marble was, unfortunately, a recording made before the Martian skies were so fogged by radiation as to immediately destroy all glass, it could only mean they had already reached the inner sanctum of the Vault). Survival instinct took over, immediately he grabbed Fluttershy and Zodiac by the waist, hoisted one over each shoulder and grabbed Wellington by the arm, dragging the trio of seemingly useful children out of the door and abandoning the idiots who made his life hell to their fates. Zodiac and Wellington, both male, protested immediately, while Fluttershy seemed spellbound by the state of affairs. Adrenaline pulsed in the Teacher's ears as the need to escape became increasingly urgent. If only he could reach...reach where?

" Came the monologue over the PA system. The Teacher muttered to himself "Please don't let the Overseer have been at the Gin again..."

Mmmm, simple laws of social interaction. If there is a gap then people feel its ok to talk about stuff that was never acceptable... Also law of entropy, hence why awkward silences tend to devolve and become more awkward, since people will randomly say nonsence which makes it harder to actually develop reasonable conversations.

As a biological comparison it would be like spilling hot water on my hand because I happened to be strained peas, while using I was foot to open the oven, while using my other hand to grab the mitt, while trying to read Ramsay Muir's A Short History of the British Commonwealth, (Wireless Sunglasses are perhaps not the most intelligent thing I could have brought, but they are pretty handy for reading while moving) while being on the phone (Wireless headphones, blessing and a curse) to my sister who was asking me to recall a phone number that I had seen several months ago (Though had used alot during that period of time). For reference purposes I was standing using my other foot. The fluid dynamics of hot water were my weakspot, unfortunately. If I had had a spare hand and a chalkboard (Preferably with chalk) then it would have all been fine, but there are limits to my biological capacities. (Also for reference purposes the phone call actually took place slightly later on, but I can't remember the pair of tunes I was listening to so...) Oh, and I remembered how to blink.

Hi guys, I was cooking food earlier and a drop of boiling water splashed on my hand. I think it was the stupidest thing I have ever done. Lolz. [/irrelevant and annoying live journal update]

As the reels ticker and tacker around the projector wheels, a tinny rendition of Sunset begins playing and on the screen ahead of the class an eagle in profile is superimposed over the make-believe world of Europe...One of the only records they had left was this children's program. The tired looking teacher inside the Vault flicked the light switch and the projector, built some time four centuries ago, sank with a hydrallic hiss of one of the latest lifts. The juxtaposition of old and new was not lost on him, but having suffered it for these past seven years, and life in the Vault for twenty three years before that, it had grown thin... "Ok then class can someone tell me what happened next." Immediately a hand shot up, not even waiting for the teacher to respond the owner of that hand began to respond "The Bombs started falling Sir!" The Teacher sighed, would he ever escape the inneptitude of these children? "No, the Bombs did not start until much later, after man had left Earth." With that he whistfully looked out of the large transparent aluminium sheeting, which, through a clever use of mirrors, always showed the Blue Marble. "Sir," came a voice from near the door, and he looked around "The Griffon quarrelled with the Bear and the Age of Ice set in." The teacher looked around to see a young girl of 14 or 15 standing at the door. He didn't recognise her, which, in their small population on this desolate outpost, was odd. "Correct, Miss?" "Fluttershy", the girl responded. (*Shrugs* I felt bad for derailing the fantasy train)

150xp for everyone. Also, session on Monday OR Tuesday. Time to be confirmed. Please indicate if you can't make it. Also be aware that power rolls do require rolls. For me it is self-evident, though if people want to call it a house rule then so be it. Rolling one is eye-rolling silliness, but is all in good fun. Roll nothing is basically telling the mod you aren't going to bother trying to be reasonable at all. In the case of the latter then I really don't see why I should bother making the varied concessions I have already, so: If you wish to avoid this rule then please construct a character using the DH rulebook for Psykers. If you create a character which has a high enough bonus to not have to roll the dice, then fair enough. (If you desperately want a gun, then have a gun, be advised there will not be an opportunity to reload it.)