01-02-2005, 05:27 PM
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Sweet, sweet justice.
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Green Bay, WI
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New old toy
Ok so when my sister left to go back to college today she left me her old Dell Latitude laptop. Right now its running Windows 98, I want to fix that. First by getting Linux some version that is user friendly. Then get Mozilla and/or Foxfire. Then Trillian if it will help me. Anywho my question is what else can I do to make the most out of this? Also how do I find out what I have to work with in the first place?
On yeah where do I get Trillian and Linux?
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It happens on a random Monday, coming back from an event, or late on a Sunday night right, before you get on the plane and you're about to be frisked for the third time. You're driving. You're flying. You're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. You're explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. Or running through the sidewalks of LAX trying to catch a plane. You're coming back to the other life. The one without paintball. Where no one understands why you do it. You're tired. You're working off little sleep. A question creeps up and you try to ignore it. Why do I do this? Why the travel? Why the losses, the missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend? Because the lure of a paintball life is just too potent. And the products of the road, the travel, are memories of trips in strange lands with stranger people. At tournaments it feels like for once you actually get to live as loud as you want. Its worth all the sacrifices, its worth all the bulls**t. Because if you work hard enough a Sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle, screaming, with your hand in, one among ten, playing for the world title. And suddenly all those clichés that you ever heard make scene and you are defined. You say it to yourself and it means everything, 'I am a paintball player and this moment right here is my life.'
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Originally posted by SpyderOWNAGE
Rule of thumb: Don't touch someone you don't know.
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01-02-2005, 07:01 PM
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Sweet, sweet justice.
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Green Bay, WI
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Come on where are all the coputer modding gurus?
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It happens on a random Monday, coming back from an event, or late on a Sunday night right, before you get on the plane and you're about to be frisked for the third time. You're driving. You're flying. You're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. You're explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. Or running through the sidewalks of LAX trying to catch a plane. You're coming back to the other life. The one without paintball. Where no one understands why you do it. You're tired. You're working off little sleep. A question creeps up and you try to ignore it. Why do I do this? Why the travel? Why the losses, the missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend? Because the lure of a paintball life is just too potent. And the products of the road, the travel, are memories of trips in strange lands with stranger people. At tournaments it feels like for once you actually get to live as loud as you want. Its worth all the sacrifices, its worth all the bulls**t. Because if you work hard enough a Sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle, screaming, with your hand in, one among ten, playing for the world title. And suddenly all those clichés that you ever heard make scene and you are defined. You say it to yourself and it means everything, 'I am a paintball player and this moment right here is my life.'
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Originally posted by SpyderOWNAGE
Rule of thumb: Don't touch someone you don't know.
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01-02-2005, 07:04 PM
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Wasted & Ready
Join Date: Feb 2001
Location: Cleveland
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Originally Posted by elTwitcho
come on guys, think, then post, always in that order
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01-02-2005, 07:05 PM
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Banned
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: THE FIGHTIN' NINTH!
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you dont 'get linux'. there are several producers of different Linux, such as Red Hat, Suse, and gnoppix(sp?). go to google and look for Suse Personal. it should be an ISO file. burn it to a cd.
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01-02-2005, 07:08 PM
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SoFLa - FBI
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Naples, FL
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I hate linux O_o
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01-02-2005, 07:14 PM
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Sweet, sweet justice.
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Green Bay, WI
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Originally posted by llSmithll
you dont 'get linux'. there are several producers of different Linux, such as Red Hat, Suse, and gnoppix(sp?). go to google and look for Suse Personal. it should be an ISO file. burn it to a cd.
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I'll lose all of my data on the laptop when I switch to linux right?
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It happens on a random Monday, coming back from an event, or late on a Sunday night right, before you get on the plane and you're about to be frisked for the third time. You're driving. You're flying. You're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. You're explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. Or running through the sidewalks of LAX trying to catch a plane. You're coming back to the other life. The one without paintball. Where no one understands why you do it. You're tired. You're working off little sleep. A question creeps up and you try to ignore it. Why do I do this? Why the travel? Why the losses, the missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend? Because the lure of a paintball life is just too potent. And the products of the road, the travel, are memories of trips in strange lands with stranger people. At tournaments it feels like for once you actually get to live as loud as you want. Its worth all the sacrifices, its worth all the bulls**t. Because if you work hard enough a Sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle, screaming, with your hand in, one among ten, playing for the world title. And suddenly all those clichés that you ever heard make scene and you are defined. You say it to yourself and it means everything, 'I am a paintball player and this moment right here is my life.'
Quote:
Originally posted by SpyderOWNAGE
Rule of thumb: Don't touch someone you don't know.
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01-02-2005, 07:19 PM
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Banned
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: THE FIGHTIN' NINTH!
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thats why you burn things to a cd first. if you cant, get a usb thumb drive.
edit: or divide the hard drive in half with a partition.
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01-02-2005, 08:00 PM
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I 4m n0t l337
Join Date: Jan 2001
Location: New Jersey
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I can help you with linux. One that I have found to be the best and most userfriendly, windowslike in a way, is Mandrake Linux. What you do is download three files that are roughly 700mb each. These files will be ISO files. To burn ISO files to a CD, use a program like Alcohol 120%. Once you burn each ISO file to a CD, it's pretty self explanatory. Check out the site.
http://www.mandrakelinux.com/en-us/ |
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01-02-2005, 09:04 PM
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Sweet, sweet justice.
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Green Bay, WI
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Smith, Smith, I need your help. Well anyone for that matter. I burned the .iso file to a cd-r using windows little burning stuff. Now it won't let me boot from the disk. It keeps telling me that there is not bootable device detected. Anyway, if anyone can help my aim screename is prgmrpyl
edit: f-this, I just did the old format c:
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It happens on a random Monday, coming back from an event, or late on a Sunday night right, before you get on the plane and you're about to be frisked for the third time. You're driving. You're flying. You're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. You're explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. Or running through the sidewalks of LAX trying to catch a plane. You're coming back to the other life. The one without paintball. Where no one understands why you do it. You're tired. You're working off little sleep. A question creeps up and you try to ignore it. Why do I do this? Why the travel? Why the losses, the missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend? Because the lure of a paintball life is just too potent. And the products of the road, the travel, are memories of trips in strange lands with stranger people. At tournaments it feels like for once you actually get to live as loud as you want. Its worth all the sacrifices, its worth all the bulls**t. Because if you work hard enough a Sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle, screaming, with your hand in, one among ten, playing for the world title. And suddenly all those clichés that you ever heard make scene and you are defined. You say it to yourself and it means everything, 'I am a paintball player and this moment right here is my life.'
Quote:
Originally posted by SpyderOWNAGE
Rule of thumb: Don't touch someone you don't know.
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Last edited by alicepack6704 : 01-02-2005 at 09:31 PM.
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01-03-2005, 04:09 AM
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popeye
Join Date: Jul 2004
Location: confidential
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try suse? i tryed that super easy to install seemed like a combination of mac and windows i tryed suse 6.o so uhh give that a try
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