I myself don't understand everyone's attraction to motion gaming. As an old-school gamer, the controller is the only peripheral I can imagine. What I cannot imagine is manipulating a game character through movements in my own body. I'd feel kind of ridiculous personally, and it doesn't help much that there isn't a game currently on the market that makes Kinnect the least bit appealing.

I think the technology is exploitable primarily among new gamers who need a hook, a reason to play video games, people whom for whatever reason find interfacing with a controller complex and intimidating...

CONSUMO!!!!!

I don't personally have a Wii, but the game that has most tempted me into getting one is Donkey Kong Country Returns. I was a huge fan of the original iteration---not counting the shitty DK 64 on the Nintendo 64.

Obviously an angle...agree with your last statement though...

My favorite time in wrestling was in 1996-98, the height of the Monday Night Wars. Wrestling has really never been as good since, American wrestling anyway.

I can't connect...even though my goddamn internet connection is working fine. Anyone else out there having this problem?

The real question is not what the universe is expanding into, it's at what level of expansion the universe will abruptly collapse inward upon itself. By the current time scale, I'd say we have at least another, oh, 500 billion years or so.

In the event that there was such a cavernous empty space, little orange lava beasties might well come out of the earth and feast upon my eye sockets before I even finish typing this post.

Geez, now there's blood everywhere...

There is no universally accepted explanation of what dreams are, what causes them and why we dream. The most rational theories are wide ranging and include the following:

1) That dreams are an expression of the sub-conscious mind, an attempt by our consciousness to solve problems, whether they be ongoing dilemmas or merely food for thought. If this theory holds, the one all-inclusive method for dream deciphering isn't written in any book. It's all in the head of the dreamer. For instance, the meaning of the appearance of spiders in a dream would be entirely different depending upon whether the dreamer is arachnophobic, ie has an impulsive fear of spiders. Indeed, this would explain why many dreamers experience recurring themes when dreaming.

2) Dreams as "mental housekeeping." That is, a dream is merely the dreamer's brain catalogueing and organizing data acquired throughout the day in the form of seemingly random imagery. Many scientists hold that the human brain more effectively transfers information from short term to long term memory through the process of dreaming.

3) Similarly, another supposition suggests that we dream because even such a complex and vast memory device as the human brain requires the need to store data efficiently. According to this theory, the purpose of dreaming is to remove junk and clutter that is judged by some level of cognitive activity beyond our conscious perception as serveing no purpose in memory.

4) Another belief is that dreams are nothing but random emissions produced by the lower brain during sleep. These emissions are received by the fore and mid brain, and are interpreted into visual images, sounds, smells, textures, emotions, etc. That would tie into the theory that dreams come about through a process of oscillation. That is, as much of the forebrain and mid brain remain active during sleep cycles, dreams are no more than a bi-product of those activities.

Freud said that dreams were indulgences of the self-conscious, an expression of our hidden desires. Of course, it has since been proven that Freud was a quack who had a hidden indulgence of his own, that of a sexual infatuation with his mother.

My theory? I believe that all of these explanations are valid, and that when we dream, it could be any one of these processes at work. With such a complicated organ such as the human brain, it would be too simple to say that any one of these theories explains all dreams by itself.

Wait until you've had your Acer for 5-6 years, as I have...

I should mention that I've solved the problem...of course, I had to boot from the cd drive, and I had to stick the master recovery disc in 6-7 times before it would work, but my important file is saved.

That's what the folks at the repair shop told me. It seems they no longer sell Acers or even stock Acer parts because they received so many complaints about the product from customers.

And you know, I had this exact same problem last year (of course, last year my recovery discs worked which is why I didn't need to go online inquiring about it). It always starts with these stupid balloons telling me my C drive is full...even though I'm not adding files to my C drive...something to do with a defect in how the Acer allocates memory.

Or so I'm told.

No worries; I managed to solve this thing on my own two days ago...

There's no need to be arsefaced about it, saying as I'm the poster who originally typed that post.

For starters, we didn't all graduate from the Jonathan James Institute of Computer Hacking. There are actually a number of us out there who are a little ignorant on the subject.

Which is why I posted that topic to begin with. I only needed a bit of help, like many of us who post questions. I didn't post to get dumped on by some random antisocial jackass. So grow up, retard.

How's this for a stupid thing I've heard. Some random know-it-all takes the time to help out a guy in a cordial and polite manner, then figures he'll be smart and post about how supposedly dumb said poster is because he's maybe not as up to speed on a subject as he allegedly should be. That's not only arsefaced, it's two-faced.

I don't have a Linux live CD. And I'm assuming obtaining one would be expensive. I'm looking for cost effective ways to solve the problem (ideally ways in which I do not have to spend a cent).

The repairman apparently (temporarily) addressed the problem when I sent it off, any ideas on how I could replicate his work?

I've already tried rebooting it from safe mode...and every other option listed on that screen...but no good.

My recovery discs would have been the first thing I did, but they no longer work.

Instead of typing that I will punch someone in the face, I will merely act!

BRILLIANT!!

Earlier this year, an acquaintance of mine claimed that steroids aren't the least bit destructive to the human body...it's the other drugs that athletes use that purportedly do the damage.

The guy came off as sounding borderline Communist fascist, or at least eccentrically political left wing-ist.

When I was in seventh grade, my home room teacher, something of a twit who was teaching us about ancient Japanese history, regularly pronounced samaurai as "samurah."

At an early age, I believed that if you moved your leg, and your knee cracked, then it was broken...

When I was 7 or 8, I went with my sister to play in the park during one winter. A cat followed us to the park. It was a calico, and as I spotted the white patch of fur on its chin, I believed it was rabid...my sister was bending over to pet it, when I shrieked "Don't touch it! It has rabies!" Well, my sister believed everything I said in those days, and she just about shat her pants as I yelled at her "Run! Run!" The two of us ran to the top of the slide with the cat in pursuit, and there we stayed for thirty minutes shouting for help while the cat sat at the bottom of the slide mewing.

Having the overactive imagination I had, I pictured each mew to be the thunderous roar of a tiger.

Finally, as our fingers and toes began freezing, we made a break for it and ran to our grandparents down the street while the cat followed us. My dad found us along the way and picked us up in the car...I was raving about a rabid cat, and it was only when I saw it run away through a driveway through the car window that I started to feel a bit ridiculous.

Of course, I was one of those kids that made up the imaginative tales that had everyone else talking. When I was 5, I had two of my friends, who were 4 and 3, convinced that I was a robot, and that when no one was looking I would go into the bathroom and open a compartment in my chest that was filled with flashing lights (sort of like Darth Vader's armor). There, I had to push certain buttons in a particular order and fill the compartment in my chest with gasoline, otherwise I would purportedly die...

When I try to boot, the damnable machine insists on performing a disk check, then informs me of an "error in writing the output log."

Alright, so this whole problem is ongoing...in early-September, the problem with my Acer in which Windows would no longer boot. It would try to boot, abort, turn off and then automatically restart to begin the process anew.

I sent this whiny hunk of junk to the computer experts at London Drugs. They told me that it was a bug in the Acer system, and that it was bound to happen. They also somewhat restored it, enabling me to get into my hard drive and copy all my files to my external hd.

Of course, the problem would come back within a few days. I had accepted this as such, and as I thought I had transferred all my important documents, I could just work from my desktop.

But nooo....only today I realize that I had apparently neglected to copy one of my files from the Acer...what I need to know is how I can get Windows working long enough to transfer that very important file before my brain hemorrhages from the acute stress.

Please help....