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Just a couple of things. That's an awful lot of processor. However, the pricees on that particular i7 is very compelling. You have too much PSU. You could work in the 550w-650w envelope with a lot of headroom. Why scrimp on the Hard Drive? 640 GB vs 1 TB... shoot, $20 gets you 40% more storage. I'm a big fan of Lian Li cases. Very very user-friendly. Just make sure you manage your cabling. I'd go with different memory. You don't need the top of line label. The one thing I see about the Dominator sticks is that they have a CAS latency of 8. Get 7 or even 6. Just make sure that your memory is on your motherboard's "approved list" and get a major name brand (Corsair, Crucial, Geil, OCZ, Kingston, Mushkin, etc.). But whatever you do, get the lowest latency you can. Also, memory bandwidth is very rarely a limiting factor in cpu's. If I had to choose between DDR3 1333 with a CAS of 6 vs DDR3 1600 with a CAS of 8, I'll go with 6.

Awesome job. Its so good, I can't believe this unit came up with it. Top notch, folks.

I would definately hit up someone in the Quartermaster's office. I can kinda sorta google-fu may way through, but I ended up living with this same issue for nearly 2 weeks, and I'm still not sure how I fixed it.

When I get home I will see if there was a Steam update and if the server needs to be reset.

A lerp of 30.3 really pretty good. Remember, the server went from 100 tick to 66. You're going to have to make a few adjustements as lerp has a ton of factors. 30.3 vs 20 or so is pretty normal. If you were at 10, that is highly unusual. Meaning, very very few people will ever get that low and have it be playable. Your 30.3 is a great setting and I would keep it that way. Bear in mind that a change from 100 (standard) to 30.3 is still a decrease of 70ms... this is .07 seconds, or not quite a tenth of a second. That's measurable in your reaction times. A difference between 30.3 and 10, is only .0203 seconds. Reaction-wise, its not nearly as big of a difference. Remember that the further you are away from the 100ms standard, the lower the return is on a decreased lerp. Meaning, its harder to tell the difference between a .01 second and .03 second vs .03 second and .10 second.

Dammit, looks like I'm the "entertainment" for my friends bachelor's party. Again. I hope I don't get too drunk. Again.

Awesome Wells! PM me rates.

Awesome. Phan would have been awesome in The Goonies.

Holy crap. I got to 93 and started making embarassing noises related to laughter. I'm going to need a couple of sittings to get through this. Fockin awesome.

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Clip from the funniest 1 season show ever, The Knights of Prosperity. The premise: straight guy going out with a gay guy. He's worried about what might happen.

Things My Girlfrien and I have argued about The way one should cut a Kiwi Fruit in half (along its length or across the middle). I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I'd eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Margret accused me of doing this, 'deliberately to annoy her'. Which way - the distances were identical - to drive round a circular bypass (this resulted in her kicking me in the head from the back seat as I drove along). First Born's name (Jonathan). Then, when that was settled... How to pronounce First Born's name. Our telephone number. Whether her cutting our son's hair comes under 'money-saving skill' or 'therapy in the making'. Shortly after every single time Margret touches my computer, for any reason whatsoever, I have to spend twenty minutes trying to fix crashes, locked systems, data loses, jammed drives, bizarre re-configurations and things stuck in the keyboard. There then follows a free and frank exchange of views with, in my corner, 'It's your fault,' and, in hers, 'It's a curious statistical anomaly.' Margret enters the room. The television is showing Baywatch. Margret says, 'Uh-huh, you're watching Baywatch again.' I say, 'I'm not watching, it's just on.' Repeat. For the duration of the programme. Margret doesn't like to watch films on the TV. No, hold on - let me make sure you've got the inflection here: Margret doesn't like to watch films on the TV. She says she does, but years of bitter experience have proven that what she actually wants is to sit by me while I narrate the entire bleeding film to her. 'Who's she?', 'Why did he get shot?', 'I thought that one was on their side?', 'Is that a bomb' - 'JUST WATCH IT! IN THE NAME OF GOD, JUST WATCH IT!' The hellish mirror-image of this is when she furnishes me, deaf to my pleading, with her commentary. Chair-clawing suspense being assaulted mercilessly from behind by such interjections as, 'Hey! Look! They're the cushions we've got.', 'Isn't she the one who does that tampon advert?' and, on one famous occasion, 'Oh, I've seen this - he gets killed at the end.' Margret thinks I'm vain because... I use a mirror when I shave. During this argument in the bathroom - our fourth most popular location for arguments, it will delight and charm you to learn - Margret proved that shaving with a mirror could only be seen as outrageous narcissism by saying, 'None of the other men I've been with,' (my, but it's all I can do to stop myself hugging her when she begins sentences like that) 'None of the other men I've been with used a mirror to shave.' 'Ha! Difficult to check up on that, isn't it? As all the other men you've been with can now only communicate by blinking their eyes!' I said. Much later. When Margret had left the house. We're staying at a German friend's flat in Berlin and he brings out the photo album, as people do when conversational desperation has set in. It's largely pictures of a holiday he went on with Margret and a few friends several years previously. And consists pretty much entirely of shots of Margret naked. 'Hah! So, here's another photo of your girlfriend nude! Good breasts, no?' I sat on the sofa for hours of this - I think I actually bit through my tongue at one point. Fortunately, though, everything turned out all right because Margret, me and one careful and considered exchange of views revealed it was, '...just (my) hang-up.' Great. I'm sooooo English, apparently. She keeps making me carry tampons around - 'Here, have these, just in case.' 'Oooooooh, why can't you carry them?' 'I've got no pockets.' Then, of course, I forget about them. And the next time I'm meeting The Duchess of Kent or someone I pull a handkerchief out of my pocket and shower feminine hygiene products everywhere. She really over-reacts whenever she catches me wearing her underwear. Now, what you have to realise is that this was from nowhere, OK? Don't think there were previous conversations or situations that put this in context. Oh no. Just imagine the, 'What the f...?' moment you'd have been standing in if your partner had said this to you, because you'd have had as much preparation as I did. So, it's just after Christmas and Margret's moaning about her present (I forget what it was, a Ferrari, I think - but in the wrong colour or something), um, actually, let me come back to this, that reminds me... Presents. Before every birthday, Christmas or whatever I'll say, 'What do you want?' And Margret will say, 'Surprise me.' And I'll reply, 'Noooooo, just tell me what you want. If I guess it'll be the wrong thing, it's always the wrong thing.' And then she'll come out with that, 'No, it won't. It'll be what you chose, and a surprise, that's what's important,' nonsense. And I'll say, 'Sweetest, you say that now, but come Christmas morning it'll be, "What the hell were you thinking?" again, won't it?' And she replies, 'No. It. Won't.' And I say, 'Yes, it will.' And she says, 'Don't patronise me.' And the neighbours freeze in their seats for a moment next door, before jumping up and removing anything they have on the shelves on the adjoining wall. And, in the end, Margret gets her way. And I hunt around in utter desperation for two months for something before finally finding the one item that will work at 7.30pm on Christmas Eve for a cost of twenty-three-and-a-half thousands pounds. And on Christmas morning it's, 'What the hell were you thinking?' But anyway. Back at the previous item, it's just after Christmas and Margret's going on about her present, which was, you'll recall, a necklace of a single diamond suspended on a delicate chain of white gold and sapphires. And this is what I hear come out of her mouth - 'Why didn't you get me a wormery, I dropped enough hints?' You what? Arguments. There are many arguments we have over arguments. 'Who started argument x', for example, is a old favourite that has not had its vigour dimmed by age nor its edge blunted through use. Another dependable companion is, 'I'm not arguing, I'm just talking - you're arguing,' along with its more stage-struck (in the sense that it relishes an audience - parties, visiting relatives, Parent's Evenings at school, in shops, etc.) sibling, 'Right, so we're going to get into this argument here are we?' An especially frequent argument argument, however, is the result of Margret NOT STICKING TO THE DAMN ARGUMENT, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. Margret jack-knifes from argument to argument, jigs direction randomly and erratically like a shoal of Argument Fish being followed by a Truth Shark. It's fearsomely difficult to land a blow because by the time you've let fly with the logic she's not there anymore. A row about vacuuming gets shifted to the cost of a computer upgrade, from there to who got up early with the kids most this week and then to the greater interest rates of German banks via the noisome sexual keenness of some former girlfriend, those-are-hair-scissors-don't-use-them-for-paper and, 'When was the last time you bought me flowers?' all in the space of about seven exchanges. 'Arrrrrrgggh! What are we arguing about? Can you just decide what it is and stick to it?' The key to a successful relationship is communication. That's the First Rule. Margret's corollary to the First Rule is the Timing clause. This states that the best time to initiate a complex and lengthy talk about, say, exactly how we should go about a loft conversion is (in reverse order of preference): - When you see that Mil is playing a game online and is one point away from becoming Champion Of The World, Mil is racing out of the house to catch a train, Mil is in the middle of trying to put out a kitchen fire, etc. - During the final minutes of a tense thriller Mil has been watching for the past two hours. Ideally at the precise point when someone has begun to say, 'Good Lord! Then the murderer must be...' - Just at the moment, late at night, when Mil has finally managed to fall asleep. - In the middle of having sex. When Margret used to go shopping and she'd see, for example, a pair of jeans in a department store, do you know what she used to do? Try them on. I think you're all with me here, but just for anyone who's joined us late, I don't mean she'd go to the changing rooms and try them on. That would be a preposterous idea wouldn't it? No, she'd just get undressed there in the middle of the sales floor to try them on. It took me some considerable time to persuade her that this wasn't normal behaviour in Britain, despite what she might have seen on Benny Hill. Even then, she only stopped - amid much eye-rolling and, 'You and your silly social conventions,' head shaking - to humour me. It rubs a tiny circle from the misted-up window through which you can view the tormented, horizonless landscape that is My World to mention that I'd entirely forgotten about all this until someone sent me a email yesterday that accidentally exhumed the memory. With Margret this kind of thing just gets drowned out by the general noise. I wouldn't be surprised if, a few months from now, I'm here writing, 'Ahhh - that reminds me of Margret's role in the John Lennon shooting...' Wherever I'm standing is where Margret needs to be standing, and vice versa. Doesn't matter where we are - the kitchen, the bathroom, Scotland - we each infuriatingly occupy the space where the other one wants to be, urgently. Over the years we've developed signals for this situation. Mine is to stand behind her and mutter under my breath. Margret's is to shoulder-charge me out of the way. Margret flooded the kitchen last week. Turned the taps on, put the plug in the sink, and utterly forgot about it (because she'd come upstairs and we'd got involved in an unrelated argument). She goes back downstairs, opens the door and - whoosh - it's Sea World. The interesting thing about this is, if I'd flooded the kitchen, it would have been a bellowing, 'You've flooded the kitchen, you idiot!' and then she'd have done that thing where I curl up in a ball, trying to protect my head, and she kicks me repeatedly in the kidneys. As it was, however, there's a shout, I run downstairs and stand for a beat in the doorway - taking in the scene, waves lapping gently at my ankles - and she turns round and roars, 'Well, help me then - can't you see I've flooded the kitchen, you idiot?' A Few Concepts Margret Continues To Have Trouble Assimilating: It's possible to stop buying plants. Can you please leave me alone, I'm on the lavatory. Ikea is just another shop. I asked you if you wanted any, I asked you - now stop eating it off my plate. One may have a thought and not say it. This does not make me insular, it merely separates me from you and that mad woman who's always shouting at the pigeons outside the supermarket. They're just nail clippings. Nail clippings must be the most inert thing on the planet, how can anyone seriously have a problem with nail clippings? You might as well freak out with, 'Bleuuuurrggh - helium!' Really - just get a hold of yourself. So you've walked barefoot across the bathroom and you find this has resulted in a nail clipping or two sticking to the bottom of your foot; well, simply brush them off into the bin - they're just nail clippings. Just for reference; if Margret returns from having her hair cut and says, 'What do you think?' and you reply, 'I'd love you whatever your hair was like,' well, that's very much The Wrong Answer, OK? 'Get your hands off me - you're freezing.'

Its sort of wierd.... I can actually read this and hear you talking. Get out of my head, Collins! wtf am I doing at work at this time in the morning on a Saturday? Good luck next week. Cheer loud.

You really can't argue that all atheletes aren't bigger and stronger, in addition to being faster. The physics of this has caused the dramatic increase in concusions in addition to some pretty dire health effects. While equipment is better, it isn't that much better. As for the salaries getting to big, well, they are too big for me. So then what happens? The owners should keep it all? Yeah, that plays well. You already can't get tickets to games so lowering prices doesn't make much sense. Reducing the TV rights cost? Why? If this much money is coming into sports, its only right that players recieve the lion's share. They are indeed taking all the risks (physical). But then, most jobs with significant risk also have signicant rewards. Or should the owner's keep more money? Because that's the alternative. I would rather see players overpaid today than return to how things were in the 50's and 60's (and even the 70's) when players had to have off-season jobs to make ends meet.

I wouldn't really single out football here. Its all sports in general. Its really driven by supply and demand. I think its nearly evil how much money players make, whether it is football, baseball, basketball, or hockey. Even the near-sports of tennis and golf have too much money. Or even the non-sport of Nascar. They are all over-paid. However, they possess skills that the rest of us don't have (and don't give me the crap about never getting "your shot," because none of us got our shot). As long as people are willing to pay, peopl will be willing to be paid. You know what I learned this week? You know how some dumb WR or something got a DUI? Yeah, teams actually have a limo service for players. If they are hammered, they call the team limo service. The whole system makes me want to yak. However, does that mean I don't consider shelling out $200 for a ticket to watch my Seahawks? Yeah, I'm a slut for football. It happens.

rofl. Love that moving. Going to have to add it to the netflix queue.

Just to chime in on this, the 9600Gt is a great card for DODS.

In my research, I found out that tick rate is just packets.... Are we losing packets to and from the server? I'll do a little research when I get home. I hope the router/swtich at gameservers isn't going out on us. Nothing like CPE errors to make a host drag their feet. Stupid things are expensive.

I figure there are some people who may not remember the good old days of internet humor. View Video 1 (towards the bottom) If you have ever done IT work, this is closer to true than most people think.

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I'm not sure why moving our server from a 100 tick to 66 tick server is going to reduce lag. Its an area where I'm more of a dabbler. Can anyone shed some light on this?

Not sure, but mine are good at 100.

I hate to say this, but that looks like a fried video card. Do you have rivatuner? We can always try to lower your clocks, but that's a 1 in a 1,000 shot.

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Sorry to hear that. I'm glad you were able to be there, though. I've been there a couple of times.. Let me know if you need anything. I can tell you stories how I dealt with it. Let's just say it involved a sword and a dead tree. Work through it however you need. And hoist a brew or two. It does help, but only with those who knew him. It does help.