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1) Athlon 1800XP

2) Geforce2 MX400

3) 256Mb

4) Windows XP

5) Upgrade maybe

6) Probably the monitor

If your Dad comes to you and says "you're a failure" instead of saying "What do you want to do in life? I'll help you in any way I can." then he's the failure... as a parent.

He should be more supportive of you. He should care about your dreams. Right now, he pictures you as someone who "wastes time". Maybe he doesn't know you all that well. Maybe if he understood what you want out of life, then maybe he'd be more supportive.

But for a father to say "You make me ill" is disgraceful, even if he's a solicitor. Even parents (and especially solicitors) can be wrong about a great many things.

We're not given a roadmap at birth. There is no "path to success". How can someone be a failure when there's no right or wrong answer?

Success comes from within. If you are unhappy with your life (and not because someone else says you should be unhappy), then change it so it becomes better. Don't do things because your father or mother want you to do them. Do them because you want to.

And keep carrying on. It's never too late. Even when you're 60 or 70. You can still make something of your life. And keep moving forward. Only remember the past for experience. Never regret your past. Be proud of every success and mistake in your life. Be proud of every bit of joy and sadness.

And be yourself. Do everything naturally and in your own way.

I too nominate the "I LOVE MARK" thread -- that thread was sweet and a community effort!

I'd like to know if you could utilise the engine for OpenGL support (because it's faster than rendering) to develop an adventure game using real-time 3D graphics, like Gabriel Knight 3.

What I'd like to achieve is this: have a master shot of a scene where you can point and click (ala Blade Runner) and then when you do an interaction, say pick-up an object, the camera changes to a close-up of the character picking up the object.

I guess you'd need functions to define each file as backgrounds, characters and objects, similar to AGS.

What do you guys think?

EDIT: If it's not possible, do you think it's possible to write an OpenGL plug-in to incorperate Realsoft 3D objects in a way like I've described above?

I got this full program free with a magazine. It's a very powerful 3D renderer.

I checked the website and it had a Software Development Kit.

You can use the SDK to write plug-ins for the program (similar to AGS), but the website also says you can "use the SDK to link Realsoft 3D functionality, such as the Photo Realistic rendering engine to any 3rd party application."

Does this means it's possible to incorperate the rendering engine into AGS?

Here's the web address:

http://www.realsoft.com/

Press the SDK button on the left for more info.

Yeah, I thought the same thing when I saw the topic title.

People quite often lie about these things, Men usually increase the number and Women decrease it (just in general)

Wasn't it American Pie 2 that had that rule of three?

Divide a man's number by three to get the real answer and multiply a woman's number to get the real answer.

Which means Bruised has had sex with over 100 people!1!

Note: Stifler got peed on too.

I know a certain Irish girl who's gonna be very jealous when she sees that pic.

DG, where do you come up with these sites?

They are hilarious, yes, but they're not the sort of thing you stumble across while searching for "Download AGS games".

Because my net-life isn't all about AGS games.

A new tool I'm using is Realsoft 3d.

It's free.

Thaks you guys, shit it could be cause I've had two borttles of Chardonnay (After all, it is holidays tomorrow) but I'm glad I've had this moment.

* DGMacphee hugs everyone, especially Farlander, SSH, and Raggit.

I kinda have issue with that I guess: I'm the kinda guy who's not big on posting something vunerable to earn respect.

I just want to say, I didn't post that to earn respect.

If anything, I'm a very dispicable human being (especially at my worst).

I think the only thing I got going for me is that believe  one day I might become completely better and whole and accepting of myself.

And I'm getting there.

One step at a time.

But, I love you, brother!

Whoa, Farlander!

I didn't say that stuff to so people wouldn't argue with me. Or feel sorry for me.

I actually posted it because a) people might learn some lesson from it or b) it drops my guard down a little -- I'm like that, I guess: One minute, I'm defensive. The next, I'm revealing something very sad in my life.

I guess I'm just a walking contradiction.

Whatever the case, argue with me -- I mean, you're entitled to your opinion as much as anyone.

I think we're all trying to prove a point in life -- For what purpose, that's up to each individual.

But don't feel you don't have to argue with me just because I had an entanglement with my Dad (or that he had an entanglement with his).

Besides, I love him.

And I do respect him now -- It took years to build that, but I do fianlly respect him.

Harvey is one of my favourite movies.

Jimmy Stewart is a god.

I think reducing your sexual experience to "scores" or "killcounts" kinda reduces the enigmatic qualities of the experiences.

So, I'm not going to tell you my score. All I can say is my experience has been awesome.

Who??!?!?!

Okay, here is a personal story. It's not the last time I cried, but probably the most painful time I cried.

This was in high school. My parents divorced around 95-96. But I was in my final year of high school: 1998. I had a few unresolved issues (I guess you could call them that) with my Dad. One night, I was over his house and he had a couple of friends over. He had gone to bed because he had a hectic day at work, but I stayed with the conversation. At one point, the conversation turned to parents. In a moment of weakness I said, "You know something? I love my father, but I don't respect him." I can't remember why I said this. Maybe it was his manner. Maybe it was the way he emotionally hurt mum. Maybe it was the way he hurt me. I don't know. But I broke down crying in front of all his friends. I didn't mean to say he was a violent person (emotionally or physically) or anything. But I felt I had to reveal a part of me in front of a group of people I hardly knew. Such is the price of repression.

But Dad heard everything I said and what happened. For a few days, we didn't talk to each other. We then had a huge confrontation via the boarding school pay phone. At one point, our boarding house master asked how long I was going to be. I said, "Several minutes because we were having some family problems." Dad heard me say this. He didn't like it. But I admitted to him what I was: a sad and angry person. A person who would lash out. Even against people I loved. Sure, I could tell you some of the things that happened which caused me to not respect him: beatings for shit I had done wrong, the emotional pain when he focused his attention on another woman, always feeling like you're second best (or rather, as he onc eput it, satisfactory or average). But the truth is, you've probably experienced the same thing. It's like men's lives are brought up to emulate our fathers. And most of the time, our fathers are wrong. And I know this: Dad wasn't always right. He was just a human being who suffered under his parents too.

That night (or week, rather), I severed the ties that binded our personalities. I realised I wasn't the same man as him. I realised I could be vunerable, yet free in what I do and say in front of him. I didn't have to watch myself. I had reached a point where I had completely disappointed him. And I admitted I was a failure as a human being. And I said he should admit the same thing. Because he was. Mainly cause of his father.

The person I was several years ago was not pretty. I don't blame my father though. I think everyone is responsible for their own behaviour. But I do feel his own violence had some impact. There was that Peter Gabriel song called Lovetown that goes "And do those teeth still fit the wounds" -- The wounds are passed on from parent to child. Which is why I faced up to him.

And now I'm my own person. I don't have to live up to expectations. And Dad and I have a great relationship. He's a better person now, and so am I. We both had a lot of learning to do, and in our own ways too. And we can still share a drink and chat with each other like mates. And I'm going to visit him at the end of the year.

He came back from England a few months ago and said I should get back into the stand-up comedy stuff. And that's what I'm going to do. Not because he expects it. But because I know for sure he's right: I can be my own person. And do the stuff that I enjoy. The stuff that makes me who I am. Not the stuff he expects.

We were both victims. Me from him. And him from his father. It was a fucked up situation, but we overcame it.

So that's the most important time I cried: In front of Dad's friends. I embarassed him. Yes, I did. But it was to show that underneath the facade, nothing was perfect. We all have our deep tensions that run undercurrent. I exposed mine that night. Maybe it was the wrong time, but I don't care. I feel there aren't really any right answers. No roadmap to life.

So, there you have it. My most vunerable moment. And I feel awkward sharing it. I feel like I've said something here that I shouldn't have.

But I'm not sorry. Not for one second. That's me. And it probably explains why I'm such a bastard at times. But I'm getting better. Each and every day.

EDIT: A few weeks later, I got the cyst on my dick. Talk about a shitty month. I thought I had contracted a venerial disease at age 17. Luckily, it was just a cyst. And in truth, I didn't cry then. I mean, after facing an angry parent, everything becomes numb. Even your manhood.

EDIT 2: Incidently, last time I got teary was during the movie ONE PERFECT DAY. And in front of Rene too. God, I'm such a wuss.  

"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving."

Just as a side issue, I love Scid and am glad he's still posting. How come you've been away for so long, Scid?

And why want to call me? You haven't even seen our son!

"I AM... IN A WORLD... OF SHIT!!!"