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I know this is a technical subject, but as it's not AGS related and I don't know any other site for this, I thought I'd ask it here.
I have this motherboard http://www.biostar-usa.com/mbdetails.asp?model=m7vit and I have places for USB 2.0, microphone and headset in the front panel. I also have the wires(connectors), but the problem is, I cannot connect them. The thing is, my connectors are name
mic1
mic2
spk-L
spk-R
gnd
rin
lin
Now I know that I have 9 pins to connect them. The manual says to connect them this wai
pin1 - mic inÃ,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã, pin2 - ground
pin3 - mic powerÃ,  Ã,  pin4 - audio power
pin5 - RT line outÃ,  Ã,  pin6 - RT line out
pin7 - reserved
pin9 - LFT line outÃ,  Ã, pin10 - LFT line out
And there is no diagram saying which connector is which. Now I got them correct apart from the microphone connectors, or at least I think, I put them like this:
pin1 - mic1Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã, pin2 - gnd
pin3 - mic2Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã, pin4 - N/A
pin5 - spk-RÃ,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  pin6 - rin
pin7 - N/A
pin9 - spk-LÃ,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã, pin10 - lin
Now I'm not at all sure about this, but the headset seems to be working. Two things, pin 4 was for audio power. There was no such connector in my wireset so I left t empty. Then mic1 and mic2. Which one of them is mic in and which one is mic power. I tried them, mic1 for 1 and mic2 for 3, it did nothing, and I tried them the other way around and it still did nothing.

Then another problem, the USB connectors. There are two connectors, one with the letter G in it indicating 'ground' and the other one has 3 wires in it. the three are USB + 5V, USB-, USB+... the problem is, that is doesn't say which is which. I know that the middle one must be USB- according to the manual but then there are these two wires, red and green, the red one has an arrow init. it first appeared the green one would be USB + 5V, but then I realized that if I turned it 180degrees, the green one would make USB+.

I'm so confused now with this, I would hope one of you had a mobo of the same series or the same one, or at least something similar that would help me with this. I tried every source I could google but found no answer. Thanks.

Hi there. I was very much as bored as I usually am on Tuesday, so I let everyone know it at #ags and Stickieee suggested I drew a butterfly with some odd program. Now I disliked the program, but somehow liked the idea of drawing a butterfly, and while I was at it, I drew the whole bugger. Anyhow, I decided that since this is basically the first thing I draw for myself that I didn't do in like 5 minutes, I'd put it here and have it rated by the cruel world, you people that is. So remember, this is not for an AGS games, it's a bit too big for my liking and my becoming game, but it is spriteart, right... right?



Well I pixellated it, since I don't yet own a tablet, I'll be keeping to low-res graphics. As a reference picture I used a picture of a Monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus) from this book I have and I kind of like it. It took me several hours doing it but basically I was chatting all along the way of the production. So, behold the fruit of my intuition and Suomen Luonto: Hyönteiset -book, and feel free to comment, if there is anything you want to say, damn, at least say if it's good or bad or if there's a way I could improve my style in doing sprite art, not just this, it was bloody hard to get this one coloured, I won't be doing it again, but generally speaking... Thank you. Oh, and don't be afraid of the long icky legs, they really do have those, I have studied... and broken a few too. It was the time when Finland still had plains and butterflies and sunny summers :'(

As some of you know, through the terrorist thread or via IRC, I'm a 3rd year student at my high school, Tampere klassillinen lukio... with LAtin origins and high quality in teaching, but not so much about that. Doing 3rd year means of course, that it is the last year of schooling and the time of the final BIG marticulation examinations. But there is a tradition that Petteri and Ildu and Visy too (to mention a few) have gone through.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã, 
Basically before we start the period of studying home for the test, there is this thing call potkiaiset, and after that penkkarit, aka pnkinpainajaiset which are followed by a cruise. So I reckoned, as I had such a great time, I'd like to share it with as much people as possible So I'll start with a whole diary of what I've been through the last 4-6 days, aight?

It was monday 13th when was our first day free from schooling. Nevertheless we spent it at school doing posters to be attached to some trucks later on, I'll tell about it then. WeÃ,  have this tradition, that on the penkkeri-day, all the last year students in the school go round the centre of the city in trucks throwing candy at people and celebrating their "freedom". The posters are for a competition that is set up every year. This year it was my chance. So we started making this poster with a slightly modified quote from a tv commercial. It was rather funny at least imo. Though we knew we'd be a little busy with it since it had to done by wednesday.

By tuesday we had it all covered, apart from the big, competitive poster, so we left early to start practicing songs for our teachers. This is also a tradition that I will tell you about later. At this point we were all so tired and a bit abgry too, mostly from tireness and hunger. We got most of the songs going, and 2/3 of the posters were drying, while others were ready by that time.

On wednesday we finally got the last one ready. I woke up at 7:30 am. to go about carrying our instruments to school. This took us two hours, and by 10 we were ready to start doing the lyrics for the songs. All this was only for the ABI-show on thursday, which I shall tell about soon. So we did the lyrics, and went down to the gymnastics class or what is it, and started hanging up the posters on the wooden frames. There was a couple of problems though. First of all, the girl who was supposed to bring all the duct tape and such wasn't there, and secondly, I was the only one there at all, so finally when she came, I was the one who had to build up the posters while my friends were setting up our instruments.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Somehow I managed to complete first fixing the frames and the attaching the posters in 2 hour, after which we had to leave, because some people had listening test. After we came back, the day in all didn't end until 17:00, after which our first tradition was due.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  At 19:00 after I had had a busy shower and some food we left for Potkiaiset, which comes from potkia = to kick. As in, the 2nd graders held us a party for kicking us out and then becoming the oldest in the school.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  It was at a night club downtown, and we had a great time. Never have I seen my friends so drunk, and probably been so drunk myself. We were given 2 drinks free, and happy hour was till 23:00. ACtually we started with the joke, that when drunk, it's easier to speak german. So we asked everyone wei viele Bier hast du getrinken, or Bist du ein richtiger Deutschermann, and we spoke german the whole night, with none of us knowing how many we had drunk.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  There were competitions held for people to form pairs, and make as long ropes of their clothes as possible. Then who could undress fastest... shame we didn't see any girls entering that one Then a dancing comp. I didn't win any. And as we left, we still kept talking german, (greetings to Hajo here), and my friend almost got beaten up. He was saying to this VERY BIG woman and a skinhead, that they were böse, and they were not richtige Deutschermänner, etc. And when they started at us I said that he's German, he doesn't know what you're saying... Later we ran away and they got bored. So we rolled in the snow iirc.
Ã,  Ã,  Before we went home my friend recorded this piece where I was telling my thoughts of the mohammed cartoons, and he has played it to me many times just to annoy me. I'm not proud that I threw up later that night at home, but most people did, it's a tradition.

The next day would be thursday I suppose, I'm kind of lost what happened on what day. Ok, THIS was the real penkkari day, when we left our goodbyes to the school. We had done the posters and had this elite-high school themem in it. This is why all of us were earing suits and such. Everyone also had a terrible hangover. The show consisted of this morning radio show in which we played music and talkied s**t.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, Then after all the students and teachers went to the gymnastics and we started by playing the tune from Conan O'Brien or something like that We gave presents to al the teachers, I wrote a collection of poems called Tuomas Renvall - wannabe artistic crap: poems and texts to my Finnish teacher but for some reason she really liked them. We performed a couple of more joke songs, all about our teachers, and showed a video made for the show, some of which was on the terrorist thread.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, The show lasted 1-1,5 hours and after that we climbed on the trucks with our candies and went for a ride. All the schools in my town were driving the streets and throwing candies at the same time. It was freezing cold but yet awesome and we had a great time. After riding the streets for anhour we came back and started to carry our instruments away. After that, I had only an hour to get ready for the cruise. So I went to shower and packed and left quickly, bought a bottle of Hungarian red wine for the road.

Ã,  Ã,  This was actually the first time I've ever been to a big ship.We had a fun journey, some of the people quite well drunk. I didn't take alcohol after the wine because my stomach was upset. So we climbed aboard and found our cabins. It was evening by then, and a band called PMMP, some Popstars - losers who were famous performed a playback show, and then we went disco ^_^/ I suppose...
Ã,  Ã,  I found out, that in the sam corridor as we were, were some ahlf Finnish half Swedish girls and since they were sitting on the floor, I joined them and we had a long chat. I really enjoyed talking Swedish. Don't know if they enjoyed it too a bit earlier we had a buffet, which was included in the 75e ticket price. I had been waiting to eat some crab, but couldn't find any. They said there was some, so I was very disappointed. We did a bit of a look around in the ship, and then as the disco closed and moved to a nightclub upstairs we went there.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, One of my friends went missing, and as we found him on the deck, they started to get woriied he might jump if they didn't pull him away. I knew him better so I left tothe bight club to do a bit of party party alone. After a minute there was this nice girl from Turku dragging me around the dancefloor and the deck. I tried to escape, but succeeded only after an hour when she went someplace and we went to the deck to freeze our asses off. That was pretty much how close I managed to get to girls there
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, While I was there, my friends actually went through the whole cabin sections knocking hard on every door and attending every party. So I missed that fun. Then after we danced till 6:00 am, and at 6:30 was breakfast. After that we slept for an hour.

Friday started a bit early, as we woke up at 8:30 am and went up to the social sections of the ship. for an hour there was only me, and Toni, my friend, and one guy that kept feeling bad because the boat rocked. I had slept for 1 hour with something on my throat, so for friday, I couldn't really talk or swallow well. Now, my voice is almost back. There were 4 in our cabin, 2 of them were still sleeping, when I decided to take a shower. I had to dress up in the corridor, which was empty luckily, so that they could sleep.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, After tht there was this karaoke contest, where they had an eq in the microphone, that kept bringing the voice closer to the tune, so the all sang more than well, but I didn't enter because of my voice.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, I reckon we sat in a cafe for 3 hours talking and checking out girls when finally the tax-free shop opened for alcohol, and laods of people run there to buy liqour and wine and beer. After a while of drink there and a friendly chat there begun the 2nd day program, a band called Beats & Styles. Before it, my friends got a fabulous idea. I had had this mouthorgan with me for ages, and on the ship too. I used to amuse the Swedish girls with it. Anyway, I went up to the club deck, and took off my shoe, and started playing. My friends first put a few nickles in it, but then after 3 minutes, when the gig started, I had 11 euros alltogether, so I made a lot of money... \o/
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, After the gig, which no-one was listening/watching, we went down, and agreed that we were "korridorvänner" with the girls and took this photo, just to show people how much fun we had. It's a bit shaken, but I'm the guy with the odd looking nose because of my friends trembling hands
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, A bit later we took off for Tampere again, with the same hilarious atmosphere as when we came.

On saturday then we had this, again traditional, dinner with our teachers. I hadn't slept very much, and there was curling on tv, so I was a bit late. Anyway, good food, and great time with our teachers, after which we carried on in an Irish bar, O'Connels. Some of he teachers were there. And some of my friends were drunk for the 4th day in row. I took advantage of it, and wrote my name on some of their hands and told them it was cool. All one of them said was: uncle is going to have a hang over tomorrow. Wonder what that means. I left at 1:00am. with my friend. He said that he probably didn't have money to use the bus. I told him to go and ask for a loan from the friends in the bar. Later I heard he had walked home.... 10 km in snow...

Sunday was my grandmother's 65-birthday so we were there and lots of relatives too and we had a great time. In the evening we went to a bar again with my friends. This time to see a game on a screen

Today... eh, I have a bit of a flu. My throat aches a bit and my voice isn't still bad. I'm prepared to start studying maths very soon, so thus my presence at the forums will be very scarce for 2 months, same goes to IRC.

I reckoned, once I saw my friend on sunday, that this really was a change of era for all of us. WE have grown very fond of each other by the time, it's a small school I go to, so everyone knows each other. Now we all know, that most likely we won't be seeing most of the people anymore. And the way it ended, 500 people with the same circumstances and same age at the same place on a ship. My Finnish teacher put it a great way. I will be a bit depressed for the grief of an end, while my friend who I saw, had gone hyperactive. I guess we all deal with this differently. After all, all we have in common now with most are the marticulation examinations and msn.
Ã,  Ã,  So I knew I'd be doing this post, just because I tend to memorize everything as much as possible and for as long as possible, and this helps me

My friend approached me with this website:

http://www.pandora.com/

Some of you might know it, but this "machine" finds out what kind of music you like. It works this way: you put a favorite band of yours in it. It'll play one of their songs and analyse it. Then after it'll look for songs/bands that resemble the style you have chosen.

For example I of course typed in my favourite, Jethro Tull. To my suprise it started playing Black Satin Dancer, which has always been one of my favorites, yet not very Jethro Tull -ish as in what they usually do. Then the next song was some folk, so that meant that it was correct in analyzing it, because Jethro Tull has a lot of folk in it. After that folk song it came up with Genesis... I actually have all their albums in the shelf.

Let's see what's next: Skipped that and jumped into Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son. As it happens I have that album too. Then some Tull again And Peter Gabriel. After 5 only one song that I don't have on album, and this is rather good too I'm impressed. try it out.

Hi there. I started thinking, now that I should study more than ever, I don't have time to do anything else, so I might as well not study and make a short game or such...
Ã,  Ã,  So I started doing a character, this one here, but I had a problem with the other leg in the 3rd frame. it doesn't look like it was in the back as it's supposed to and it bothers me. I'm pretty much out of ideas how to make it so.

I'm not after some outstanding graphics this time, just want to make a game for once, hence the low-res and simplicity.

Hear ye Hear ye. This was just on the news this weekend: A man was standing at the bus stop, alone, waiting for the bus to arrive. Then suddenly round the corner came a car hitting the breaks really hard. Two men with commando outfits came out of the car, hit the man in stomach, out a black plastic bag on his head, and pulled him into the car. The driver started off, wheel creaking, so fast that no-one had time to react to the happening.
Ã,  Ã, The local police was informad, that at about 11:00 a.m. two men had kidnapped a man, and driven away in a dark car, possibly a BMW. The cameras, positioned along the central street, Hämeenkatu, never cought the cars register. The police spent 2 days patrolling the city looking for a car that matches the descriptions: Dark blue, covered, or messy plates, maybe a 90-93 BMW. The police was looking for eye witnesses in the morning paper.

Now here's what really happened:

It so happens, that a friends of mine has a dark blue BMW from the early 90's. WE are 3rd graders at high school, so this is our last 2 weeks in the school. Every year, the 3rd graders make a funny show, in which they perform songs about the teachers and set up plays and give awards to people with the best moustache of the year, or the kitten of the year, or such. This show also includes a video, which we film together, trying to make it full of funny sketchs and jokes.
Ã,  Ã, So, one of my friends was waiting at the bus stop, and the others were to pick him up. The rest you already know. Only that there was a guy with a videocamera behind the bus stop. He then after explained to the people at the stop, what it was they were doing. But apparently someone had also seen it from afar, and was too eager to fulfill his civilian duties by informing the police.
Ã,  Ã,  My friend had to take the film to the police, and explain what really happened. Because they were all first timers they only got a lecture since they didn't inform the police as they should have. WE got the film back, and it's going to be a great laugh, now that everryone in this city knows, under which circumstances the sketch was filmed.
Ã,  Ã,  On today's morning paper again, the mistake was then corrected, and said it was 3rd graders from Tampere klassillinen lukio, that were filming a traditoinal school-ending video.Ã,  This just made us all laugh the whole day, it was great fun.

EDIT: Apparently I was so enthusiastic, that I made a fool out of myself with the subject, which is now spellchecked

Lurking in the internet I came upon this spectacular idea. One of the local tv-channels is actually letting us watch grass grow.
http://www.nelonen.fi/ruohokasvaa/live/
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  The general idea is, that they are put in rather bad and unfamiliar conditions and they're supposed to survive, to be the last one to fall. There are two cameras that update every now and then so you can easily follow which grass looks like it's about to fall. it's been on for 8 days now and all the contestants are still in the game. You can also make a vote of which you think that is going to win. It's in Finnish though, so it might not open to everyone.

Hope you have as much fun as I do in the late hours staring at the screen. IT's better than Big brother. the spirit of Reality-tv in a nutshell.

So, me and my so called band-mixup have come to the point, that we finally found a place to hide and practice from Tampere - Finland, the city that is known for musician discrimination. And, we fooled them by saying we have a band called The Essential Love Group and that we play art rock. Which is true in a way. The fact is, that our Love Group consists of 3 bands, one called Death Motör Oil, which was my band originally, but they started to play heavy. THen there are my bands Jazz Cauldron and Proge Harem, that play some jazz-prog-fusion-RIO stuff. But the chances to get a cellar from the city are bigger with a decent name other than Death Motör Oil or such.

Now we can finally drag our amps from the corners of our flats and really play with them. And the rent isn't bad either, about 40e per month. But what I'm here for is to inquire if any of you would know anything about PA sets, like microphones and such, just to give me a hint of what is a)worth buying, b)affordable, and c)something that I will think of later. And mixers too. I'll be watching for used ones in the Thomann web sale and lots of places myself too.

Were but a starting group, so we have no real money of our own But if it should happen so, whe might get some tracks to be spread over the web for you to listen to as well. Thanks.

I wrote this essay for school a while ago, and my teacher had a hard time with it. I'll translate it into English as well as possible so that you'll feel the way she did. Have fun reading it.


                                                          Dear Friends

”The first step. There you are, even though you're not entirely bad. But a smile I do not see on your loins , nor on your lips. Perhaps someone could touch your lips, I am not interested in it,  you surely are no fairyqueen, nor are you a canine.”
   ”Me?”
   ”No, it's not you who I'm talking to, I would never talk to a canine, do you know why? Because while speaking a canine won't bark, and when a canine won't bark, it can bite. Yes, maybe if I bit it first. But then how could I speak?”
   ”Last night, or was it the one before, yes, it is of no relevancy anyway wherther it is about what I would say to you, if I had a chance! After all, it is you turn to listen now, and therefore I wish that you would listen to me. Perhaps even pretend to do so, perhaps. Perhaps you would speak... yes, perhaps you would speak a foreign language.”
   ”AS I was saying: last night, meaning the night before, wherther it makes a difference. Or, what does your clock say now?”
   ”Oh mine?”
   ”No, not your's but your's! Yes, yesterday, or was it the day after, I, or rather we; I mean of course myself and my sun, were sitting in front of a clock. We talked about the clock in fact, most odd. WE do live one day at the time, you and me, when you are my sun. But as a sun also yearns for honey... what you say? Yes, honey, indeed, and can a day be divided into parts? Yes, I count the hours, you count the minutes, whereas my sun is concerned about seconds. On the other hand, if you should be my sun, by what would you count then? Well, if one should count minutes, then me and mymy sun would reach the conclusion, and do you not agree, that while we lived a minute at a time life would be longer. There are more minutes than what there are days?”
   ”You have always been this source of inspiration to me. Or not always, but at least since my sun moved in to live with me.That is why I have it harder and harder to understand, why do you take  my words for nothing, even boring you find them. Very well, I believe I speak fully subjectively at times, but it comes in me from the outside, and it is about you. It is my sun and therefore I would wish that you were my sun. Why woul dI talk to a canine?”
   ”Oh me?”
   ”Why, if it can bite but you can not? And why would I live a day at a time, if my sun lived a minute. I would die at once. A straight or a crooked hit in to the heart or the forehead, it only takes one. We could perhaps live foreverm once you were my sun, she does have enough honey with her, yes, perhaps... for to you I am talking to and I dare not love. Yes... perhaps...”

   ”The second step. Why did you bring me here? Maybe because I ask too much, yes, maybe that's why. Maybe because I have friends, maybe.No, they do not live there, they live here! Not in a fruit. They all live here and others do too; it makes me complete, and that is why I speak all the time. And surely you know what I feel, you are no canine.”
   ”Oh we?”
   ”No, not you, you are canine. You could bite. Yes, shout at me, even behind my back!”
   ”Did I see it, that some of you live, and some even in white houses? Very much like that one there! What does it think it is, that's what it calls itself. But it's making faces to everyone! And if I should lay my sun for it, it would spit her out too. Is it you who have made it white? It surely doesn't see for itself, as it spits away everything visible, as it shall spit you later. It is a house, but what is it? I doesn't think that, being a house, that is what you say to it. And it doesn't even say so, it is a house.”
   ”You all try to be wiser than what I am, otherwise I would be silent. Yet I am not. You make me speak, and I do not tolerate silence, unawareness. I am not wise by knowing you are quiet, though you don't notice it, and only because I always speak. I also know that I talk often, you do not know it, and it doesn't make me wise either. Then if I was wise, they wouldn't know it, nor would you, and do yo know, nor would I. I wouldn't, because I wouldn't tell myself it.”
   It's all about time. There are days already lived through, and those that shall be yet lived. Which one's are longer, that is but you choise. Not mine nor my sun's but your days. Surely I couldn't mean that someone would choose on our behalf, mine and my sun's, I am no house. On the other hand, I'm not wise either.”
   ”They say, that even fairies get wiser by time, but who cares about them?
They fly around our heads, whisoerin truths. They areally are something, like pesticides. Yes, that's what they are, but wise people do not know about them, they don't live in white houses. And I'm not afraid. Perhaps I would get along without them, perhaps wthout you. Yes, perhaps...”
   ”Oh us?”
   ”Yes, perhaps you...”

   ”Two steps have been taken, do you see? Do you see? But we are in the middle of the road. This is the most dangerous... You did promise me, we're not on the other side”
   ”Oh but you wanted to count minutes yourself! Do you not enjoy you life long as it is? Perhaps with us?”
   ”Yes, perhaps... Yes, indeed, and I did not think of that. Are you my sun, now that I see you?”
   ”And you see! Because I stayed on this road and I counted minutes. Maybe now yo udare love, you do speak already.”
   ”Yes, maybe... I remember, but then I don't remember, but I snile, don't I. I can't see my smile, but I feel. I think, so I say so, but I still don't understand...”
   Why was it that he didn't understand then? Because he was wise, among his friends. And no-one was perfectly wise, they all had their fairies. He could be wise, for he needed not to cover himself, no canine comes in the middle of the road.
   ”So I am not dreaming? How many are there of you? Are we 'we'? When did you come?”
   ”Never you mind about that; I'm here now and the sun is shining. Look, has it ever been as bright?”
   ”I see it, as I see you and you. I can think again.”
   
   He remembered the sun as it once was, in the darkness, sometimes, yesterday, or the day before that, not that it matters now that you're in the middle of the road: there, where the light is the central. So bright, that you couldn't see it, but yet so weak, that it died and gave out no light. And they all were warm, forte grey surface didn't spit as white did.
   ”There on the other side of the road the sun doesn't shine, for it's in the shadows. There I would not wish to be.”
   ”Nor would I. Come, take my hand, it's easy.”
   They all took off in a gruop keeping up the conersation.
   ”Are we friends, are we here?!
   ”Yes. And we are not within your head, in your forehead, nor within your heart. Still loves of us what you have withnin.”
   ”And yes indeed, I might laugh, you're doing this to me, and you. Not the others.”
   ”That's certain. And the same thing you do to us, for you are a friend!”
   
   I wonder if a man has ever smiles like he smiled now. Most likely yes, but he hadn't, and the sun was also shining, like it had never before. And as it shone it also followed thier steps, minute by minute, and maybe somtime, tomorrow, or the day after, when he would be wiser, would it be easier for him to focus on enjoying it. Yes, maybe...
   ”And maybe one day I will talk behind my smile, and love. Maybe I will get back...”
   ”You know it already.”

                                                  END

Kindly she tried to figure this one out and comment on it, the poor sod... all in all I got 50 points when the grades were from 50 to 99, but I don't think she ever realized what I was after... Maybe even I myself didn't

I wanted to share this with you because I like myself pretty much. Feel free to say I'm stupid. My friends just say I eat too much mushrooms

Hear this people, and do not close your eyes for openness is a virtue.

While studying modern physics we came across this great invention called the spectrum of the hydrogen atom. Now we all know that the light visible for man is within the wavelength from 380-760Hz/nm. Spectrum means
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  A. The distribution of energy emitted by a radiant source, as by an incandescent body, arranged in order of wavelengths.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  Ã,  B. The distribution of atomic or subatomic particles in a system, as in a magnetically resolved molecular beam, arranged in order of masses.
(free from a dictionary)Ã, 
Or to those who aren't so good at English
Thus the rainbow is a visual phenomenon called scattering where the white light, containing all the wavelengths of visible light, reflects from the front to the back of a drop of water and then again from the front as such:

Now what has this to do with hydrogen atoms? As all we know, some materia can emit spacific wavelength of light while others can absorb it. This would mean that if you sent the whole spectrum to say through some materia in the form of gas, the gas would absorb the wavelengths it cannot emit.
in this one there's no gas, but from top to bottom
1. Diamond(cape)
2. Diamond(with 540nm abrobtionline)
3. Ruby
4. Spinel (red)
5. Emerald
The black lines on each horizontal line stand for the wavelenghts that the certain minerals do not emit.

This phenomenon can also take place in other occasions such as the following. once the electron is charged it will move to an outer shell, and then immidiately return to it's position releasing it's energy in waves in spectrums.

In 1885 A Swiss mathematician Johann Palmer noticed, that the equation for hydrogen atom's spectrum, or better, the lines could be written as 1/λ = R_H(1/2²-1/m²,Ã,  m=3,4,5,... Where as we all know, the R_H is the Rydberg constantfor hydrogen.
The black lines are MOSTLY located within the wavelengths of visible light. But, as later was noticed, some or them are located within those of both infrared and ultraviolet. Once we add those, we get: 1/λ = R_H(1/n²-1/m²), n=1,2,3,...; m=n+1, n+2,...
Where the series within UV is named after Lyman, n=1, m=2,3,...; the visible light after Balmer, n=2, m=3,4,...; and the IR area- after Paschen, n=3, m=4,5,...; all by their founders.

Finally, these Paschen and Lyman series can in some very rare cases be seen to some people who are even more scarce. Meaning, that in some very obscure occasions some people may be anle to see things that are not visible to others. Now this goes for hydrogen. Suppose ghosts are not hydrogen, but some materia unfamiliar to us, yet. This however counts out the accusations we tend to make to those who claim they have seen a ghost, because we cannot prove they are lying, in fact, we can hereby prove they have seen something.

On these bases we could analyze a story written in the NY Times few days ago:

A New Home, Not Quite Vacated

By SUSAN MILLAR PERRY
Published: October 30, 2005

It began much like any classic horror story: an unsuspecting couple fall in love with a classic six with two bedrooms in a 1912 Blum Brothers building. It was a tumbledown wreck, of course, with cracked plaster everywhere, a creaky old kitchen and only one working bathroom, out of three. But my husband, David Perry, and I were won over by the glorious sprawl of rooms, with the bonus of original crown moldings, wainscoted walls and 10-foot ceilings.

In addition, the living room fireplace, adorned with Grueby Arts and Crafts tiles, was a gem. This was a palace compared with our one-bedroom two floors up, which we had so obviously outgrown since our son was born. And as luck would have it, not only the price was right - so was the timing, because we had a buyer for our place.

The fact that the big, vintage apartment had never fallen victim to a cheesy renovation had a simple explanation: In close to a century, only one family of renters had ever lived there. In fact, the last of the clan, the 90-year-old Mr. Schwab, the only name we knew him by, had peacefully died just weeks before in the master bedroom. My husband and I knew Mr. Schwab, a kindly, dapper man, with his signature trench coat and Camel dangling from his mouth.

Ã,  Ã, - A cliché, we know that... as you might have noticed, the writer was indeed the owner of the house, hardly in need of the money from publicity she gets according to the pictures of the house.

The building gossip was that he had been a spy for the United States during World War II. We kept thinking of that as we cleaned out piles of Nazi memorabilia from one of the nonfunctioning bathrooms, which he had used as a sort of giant filing cabinet, before we could forge ahead, painting, plastering and renovating the kitchen in order to move in.

I was more perturbed than understanding of our dog Bailey's reluctance to visit the job site. Bailey, normally an inquisitive retriever, refused to set one paw in the place, forcing us to drag him in by the leash.

Then our superintendent, who was clipping along nicely doing all the painting and plastering at night on his off hours, suddenly told us he would work in the apartment only during the daytime. That meant weekends, at a much slower pace. He never quite gave us a full explanation, just muttering something about hearing strange sounds and having a few too many accidental tumbles off his ladder.

It was only after we moved in that I knew that the apartment - or rather someone who used to live there - was trying to communicate with us, and not in the friendliest of ways. My husband, looking white as a proverbial ghost as he climbed into bed one night, told me that he had just been pushed while brushing his teeth.

As you see, this was a long story, which you can only read once you have signed in for an online subscriber, that is why I will not link it here. But I shall, cut the most meaningless parts away.

"Oh, come on," I said in disbelief. "No, really," he continued, "like this," and he gave me quite a shove. A few days later he said he had felt the same invisible nudge as he was drifting off to sleep.

From then on, the barking began, usually around 3 a.m. With the fur on his back bristling to attention, Bailey was obviously guarding us against something, but what?
Ã,  Ã,  -They had to make the dog listen classical music in order to get him relaxed.

Just as the barking - and shoving - seemed to subside, I was awakened one night by my son's screams: "Mommy, Mommy, there's a man in my room!" I knew it wasn't the power of suggestion that had induced his terror, because my husband and I had never spoken of our visitor in front of Nick, who was then 5.

The next morning he wouldn't let it go. Over Cheerios and cocoa, our son described the man in his "nightmare," who sounded remarkably like Mr. Schwab. The man, he insisted, had stood at the foot of his bed, with outreached hands, ready to grab him. Could the vet be right, did our son and dog actually see dead people?
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, - Now here's something that my investigations back up well enough... And as it is universally known, aanimals hear, smell, and probably see more than we do... Do not forget that the older you get, the less colours you see. I could keep a lesson of this too, but I better spare you for now

Not long after that, we came home to an even more disturbing scene. Bailey, quivering and soaking wet, was skulking under a table, with his tail straight and stiffened between his legs. And there was a rushing sound - water, from the bathroom shower inexplicably turned at full blast. The water was scalding hot, and so steam had built up everywhere, even causing the plaster on part of the living room ceiling to splatter to the floor.
Ã,  Ã,  -Ã,  The house got Blessed, etc. etc. The woman consulted her friend:

she assured me that I could perform the exorcism quite easily myself. "The ghost likes your feminine energy," she said. "He's never bothered you, just your husband, son and male dog."

-She then tried some exsorcism. etc. etc. etc. blaa blaa talked to the ghost she wouldn't see, and he never harrassed them again.

(The chapters were mostly loaned from NY Times, not copied, thus I am not breaking any copyright laws, I'm merely referring to the subject)

Now I reckon once you have taken the time reading this utmost discovery, you wouldn't leave it uncommented, would you now? Either refer to my theory, what do yo uthink of it, or to the article I referred to.

I have seen the light! I have found the ultimate solution, so here goes... You know how you hate it when all your socks are dirty or in the washing machine. Then you have nothing to wear and you have to take ones that are all sweaty and smelling. Or you may find a clean, flowery smelling pair of socks and wear them just to realize there's a huge hole in both of them.

I know this happens to you all, I've been there too, and it bugsÃ,  me. But no longer. I've been wearing the same socks now for two weeks. That's right, My granny knitted me a pair of woolly socks. The thing about wool is that they are nice and cozy, soft, and the breathe. And in I keep them during the night too, the keep me warm. And the best thing about it, they never get dirty. The do not absorb sweat or any scents ar normal fabric, the more likely repel all kinds of "unwanted material". You know, you could use them the whole winter, and if they wear off, they are easy to repair.

Why spend all your money on socks and socks and socks, if you could live a happy life with only 1 pair a year? Wool's the answer!

I just came up with a couple of clichés that keep popping up in every thread and had an idea.

For example there is the Critics Lounge where people tend to advice you to 1)adjust shading, 2)adjust perspective and 3)do more realistic

In Beginners Questions people then would 4)advice you to check the manual, which is the only right way. But hey! This is not supposed to be a hostile thread, rather one where people gater most used phrases

If you find (or use) any, please put them here so we can all laugh about it whilst we realize all of our chatter is but clichés and used sayings. Heh, I'm trying to be funny here too...

btw, that's 4 already... Didn't find likes of this anywhere...

I was wondering if I should throw away this attempt, or do you think it would in any way be potential and then worth finishing. Yes, it is done with Paint, pixel by pixel... there are things I like, and ones I don't.

The thing is, I'd need some ideas to fill the "village" with. If not then it'll face the destiny of a rotten banana...ehm... ok, whatever, you get the point.



Ok the story went as this... the character got fired from the factory he was working at, and went wondering in the kingdom... in this "village" he would live, though the first mission was to find his home, as he had forgotten where it was... (yeah, it's called being the only one to laugh at your own jokes )

Sooooo.. I'd appreciate some critics and all... Thanks...

This one I made today after a slight wave of inspiration... Ii is supposed to represent an old man with a pain in his back, well not maybe that much pain,Ã,  leaning to a stick.
I'm rather content with him, but the hemline of his robe keeps bugging me... something could probably be done better?!?!?

http://www.2dadventure.com/ags/oldman.PNG
http://www.2dadventure.com/ags/oldman2x.PNG

hmm... well, this one might not turn up into my game later on, but all practise is good practise (hope the links will work)

Is this a common thing with ags 2.7? I can't export nor import GUIs at all. could it be somewhere in settings... anyway, it'd help if I could. this might not in some cases be a global bug report as I don't really know if it is a bug... but to inform you, and to help myself...

That's right, I really can't get anything out of it, so here's what I will be doing:

I will use my time as a hc-noob and really learn scripting step by step, as it will take years...

Then I will make notes all the time. Ones that are possible for a human being to understand. With the notes I make I'll create a tutorial which will explain what variables or such mean in English, and Finnish too. I will explain why, not how...
"Why does this command work?" that would be because:
"it is the one mentioned in the tutorial"       or maybe:
"because all these parts in it mean things such as... and they cause... (which will be explained) to do what will be explained..."

Sounds pretty nice, eh? I'd like that, as I'm one of those who need hand to hand advice even just to understand how to play a loop. No offence, but I can't get into those existing scripting tutorials. So in a year or two there will be a new "bible" for the common man:)

How do you like the sound of that? (phew, I just don't get scripting, nor the logic in it)

Cough!!!

Hi ererybody, won't bother for long, just wanted to ask if anyone would know which pixel size the first 2 monkey islands were drawn with... thanks already

I Just find them balloon-submarine controlling scenes so irritating... if you ever make games, con't do such things please...

Oh yeah, the problem... If anyone ever has gone past the submarine scene, I need some advice, since I can't find any kind of dock in thgat stupid ocean. And I've been whirling about the bottom of the ocean for weeks now, there goes my patience. Just what does it look like? THe stupid submarine only goes behind all the hills.... Please anybody?

I've got a proglem. If anyone wuold be able to help me I'd appreciate it very much.
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Here goes: I've locked stan in the coffin and got the key already, I also have the book I need. The problem lies here: I know I have to read the quotes on the coffins, but the cursos does not react to anything but the coffin in which Stan is. So I wonder, how am I supposed to read the quotes if there are no hotspots in the room?

Having got this far I'd not wish to buy another version and to start all over again.

It took me quite a while drawing this background of mine with the lousy old "PAINT" in which I'm so keen on!

Yes, indeed it was drawn pixel by pixel... propably not the best (or the least frustrating ) way, but I like my work. In all it's simplicity, I mean.

So, if you will. What do ya all reckon?

Oh, so it appears, I have no idea how to place it here Mmheeh . Uh, I better try and learn these things. youaa, how  does one delete this? Bugger!