The really annoying part of it is that while you are on the Lagos, Ogun and Ondo stretches, there is no serious issue, that is until you pass Ofosu. . .

Nigeriaone, you may have some points (the keyword there being may), but your presentation makes those points extremely difficult to pick out. Can you try changing your sentence structure? And also run what you write through a spell checker first.

Yes you can. I did it strictly for my poison which happens to be Football Manager 2007. Will post screen shots later in the day. . .

Yet another Nairaland argument gets bogged down by insults. . . Somtimes I wonder why I bother. . .

For games, I really would recommend running VMware. Same way I recommend that software to people who want to try out Linux first before switching from Window$.

To install VMware, go to www.vmware.com and download the vmware workstation. You have to register. Here are the steps:

1. Download the kernel headers via apt-get for your currently running kernel. Or find out by typing $ uname -r

2. Next you need to untar the compressed tar archive so:

$ tar zxf Vmware-workstation

3. Once that has completed:

$ cd vmware-distrib/

4. Next run the installer:

$ ./vmware-install.pl

5. Answer the questions and proceed, eventually it will ask you if you have a C++ compiler so before run the installer be sure that you have gcc installed, so it can compile the modules for your system.
Now the installation should have completed, to start vmware type in vmware at a shell prompt. Another thing you might want to do is check your email for the serial number so you can create a virtual machine, otherwise you won't have any fun with this.

The English press? Look at it this way, they beat Jamaica, and suddenly they were going to win the World Cup!

I am almost 30 years old, which means that England last won the World Cup (by mistake) before I was born. But I keep hearing them make noise about that victory 40 years ago! How many of the current noise makers were born then?

The implication of all that noise is that if they win another World Cup, then I will not hear word until I die (3 score plus 10). That is like a death sentence.

And God forbid that will happen. . .

Inter are a wicked team.Not only have they robbed Adriano of his magic,they have robbed him of his mind!!

If they end this season with no silverware-after having all "obstacles" taken out of their way by the FIGC,they should be banned from world football for epitomizing ineptitude!!!

No Juve,no Moggi,No Milan?pray tell us shitface Massimo,what will b your excuse this time around?

Yeah, gmaes are bad under Wine. I'd recommend running a Windows emulation. Try VMware. . .

Chxta's World

Myself and Texazz watched the movie yesterday. All I can say is damn! What an incredible movie. Definitely worth all the hype,

The story (I just have to spoil it for you guys ) :

The film began "some years ago" with Jack Nicholson talking a little about 'himself'. Touched a little on the disrespect that the Italian and Irish gangs feel for the niggers in their neighbourhoods. Loved that point where he said: "the niggers don't know that no one hands it to you, you have to take it," (couldn't agree with him more) or something along those lines. That beginning (with all its grainy images which gave it a 70s look, served as the background to show us where Matt Damon's loyalty came from. I think the people who were shot by the sea are Leo di Caprio's uncle and someone else.

The film moves to now, with Damon’s entrance into the Police. Nicholson planted him there to be his 'eyes and ears' in the police. NIcholson also smooths the way for the lad who gets record promotions. Meanwhile we are introduced to Leo di Caprio, a who is hot-tempered youth with a bad family, he also joined the police, but as a sign of wanting to break from the family. Di Caprio is asked by his boss (Martin Sheen, this film had an all star cast!) and Mark Wahlberg to infiltrate Nicholson's outfit. He accepts the offer, and is fired' from the police and spends time in prison. All this is to make him attractive to the mob. When he is released, he immediately starts selling drugs with his idiot cousin to continue his slow infiltration to the mob. After is involved in a fight with some rivals to Nicholson, he is in. NIcholson and another guy toture him to find out if he is a policeman, but he passes the test and they recruit him.

Meanwhile, Damon rises vry fast in the police and soon becomes deputy to Alec Baldwin(!), where he is very connected and able to give NIcholson lots of information. The only information he doesn’t have access to (because of Sheen and Wahlberg) is what his oga wants the most, that is whether or not there is a police informant in the mob. During this time, he meets a psychiatrist who works with both police and thief nd they start going out. Incidentally, the girl has di Caprio as a patient as well. Obviously, she starts feeling something for him too.

Both di Caprio and Damon become torn between their allegiances to either side, and soon things come to a head. Traitors are flushed out and guess what: everyone dies.

Bobs, it was a shock when that bullet entered di Caprio's head. I could watch that film over and over again. Would like to watch it this night again, but school tomorrow, so no show. But trust me, a great film worth all the hype!

In today's Fiver:

Britain's colonial invaders didn't always slaughter or enslave natives. Sometimes the people they came across were so ignorant they'd hand over vast tracts of mineral-rich land in return for a bag of shiny trinkets and a bottle of rum. Which, centuries later, is pretty much what West Ham did in 2004 when they let Jermain Defoe go to Spurs for a puny wad of notes and Bobby Zamora. Defoe had scored 15 goals in 22 appearances for the Hammers that season, and went on to notch 22 in 35 games for his new owners the following campaign. Then, like Steve Coogan, he suddenly became rubbish.

All sorts of theories have been put forward for Defoe's woes, ranging from Spurs' rotation system to his strange propensity to shoot as soon as he gets the ball regardless of where he is or how many defenders are in front of him. One hypothesis we can definitively dispel, in the light of yesterday's munch on Javier Mascherano, is that Defoe has lost his hunger.

"It was just a comical nibble," said Spurs boss Tony Soprano of the incident that served as the hors d'oeuvre to a laughable 20-man jostle. "It has been blown way out of proportion," added Defoe shortly after auditioning for the lead role in the next Jaws movie. "When the West Ham player fouled me, I reacted in a bit of a mischievous way," he insisted, adding with a helpless shrug: "my character is a little like that at times."

As busy-bodies such as sports minister Richard Caborn called for the FA to get its teeth stuck into the matter, Defoe hoped the authorities would swallow his defence, which is based on refereeing competence - a notion almost as outmoded as cannibalism. "The referee was standing right over me and if he felt I had done anything bad, he would have sent me off," he Lectere, , sorry lectured. None of which explains, of course, why he still can't score.

Mystique:

Mr Chxta who send you message?? Mr CNN

Funny, CNN are my initials. . .

Hey Sickntired, you should read this one here. Guess it would answer you. . .

Ikamefa thanks.

Thanks for that link Ayo, now we can ignore each other in peace. . .

Hostilities resume at half time. Is that okay with you?

tilhas tizi means kiss my ass

After not having to pick up a book in anger for the last four years, I am having problems adapting. People can you advice me and pray for me?

Double thread, moderator

Who is Menike?

Just kidding. Can we know the reason you're leaving?

@ Ayo (also known as Lordimpaq)

O brother. . . :shakes head in dismay:

I just got my own copy, and after giving it a test run on my machine (Acer Aspire 1640z running Windows XP within a VMWare environment under Ubuntu 6.10), I fear I may become hooked. This game na die. Any comments?

Chxta's World

Our inexorable march back to where we belong continued yesterday evening with the defeat of Triestine. DD however says he wasn't too happy with the performance of the players, especially as Giorgio Chiellini got himself sent off,

However, I'd like to let DD know that toeing Crapello's line of fielding the same eleven game in game out is not the best option for all.

Forza Juve.

You got Songbird yet??

Check this video out:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIGvEOHWCg4

Lemme tell you, it's amazing!!

Windows installation is straightforward, as usual,
Linux is easy if you're familiar with installing stuff,
OSX is uncharted territories

Let me know if anyone's interested/having trouble,

All I can say is that it's worth it

Believe it or don't, this thing we all use to the point of it being representative of our very person is 30 years old. It was all the way back in 1971 that email first flew onto the scene. I say, "flew" but that's not really the case.

The first "successful" email was sent using a 300-baud modem. Yes, that reads "300 baud." The concept of "K" wasn't quite in existence yet when it came to modems.

The man who sent the first email was an engineer named Ray Tomlinson. Ray worked for Bolt Beranek and Newman (BBN), the company hired by the United States Defense Department in 1968 to build ARPANET. His specific project was something called SNDMSG. If you read it out loud, it comes out as "Send Message." Well, SNDMSG wasn't all that great. It could only send messages between two people found on the same machine. That wasn't at all email like we know it today. In fact, when SNDMSG worked, the mail was "sent" by adding text to the end of an existing mail file. It was hard to delete that early SPAM regarding hip new bell-bottom pants.

Tomlinson started a new course he called CYPNET. It consisted of around 200 lines of code. What he did would make history. He added the "@" insignia to the email name.

Yep -- blame him.

Now files could be sent along the ARPANET backbone. The "@" told the computer the end user was somewhere other than the sending server. Email had been born.

The message went from Tomlinson to Tomlinson. BBN had two systems hooked together through the ARPANET.

The first message sent in Morse Code on May 24, 1844 was, "What hath God wrought."

The first message sent over Graham Bell's telephone on March 10, 1876 was, "Mr. Watson, come here; I want you."

The first words to a phonograph in 1877, by The Wizard of Menlo Park, Thomas Edison were, "Mary had a little lamb."

The first words said from the moon in 1969 were, "Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed."

The first words sent over email were, uh, we don't actually know.

Tomlinson himself cannot say with any degree of certainty what the first email message read. To be frank, he doesn't even remember the actual date of the first sending. It was in late 1971, most likely this month, we think.

Some articles stated that the first message was probably gibberish created from Tomlinson just banging out some letters on his keyboard. A good number of articles, that I read, said the first email message was most likely, "QWERTYUIOP."

The only thing about the first email message Tomlinson can say for sure is that it was in all capital letters.

Well, at least he screamed it.


Happy birthday email! Thanks to you Mr. Tomlinson. You're place in Internet history is quite reserved.

That's that. Thanks for reading.

P.S: this isn ow about 35 or 30 , its about the information about the email

In political discussion there's always reason for divergent views, and in such 'quarrels' friendships are born. This place has become boring without he-who-I-argue-with-all-the-time. Wonder where he is. Part of the reason I'm no longer so regular. . .

Not exactly. There was once a time that Mrs. Ighodaro and Mr. Obayagbon tried to talk against Lucky in the HOA, by the time Bom-Boy and his people had talked to them, all talk of opposition to Lucky in Edo State quietly dissipated. . .

Ono my guy, I never forget you abeg no vex. I dey very busy since. . .

How u dey?