Yeah, I have an iSight attached to my Powerbook. It's decent, I guess. Doesn't do anything special, but it works. I've had no problems with the mike, either.
I'll urge my parents not to splurge, or anything.
Everyone's getting spanked but me.
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§ ita § - Jan 14, 2007 3:06:57 pm PST #244 of 25496
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Jesse - Jan 14, 2007 5:11:54 pm PST #245 of 25496
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
This is ridiculous, but is there a way to force my browser to show the different website icons in the address bar? (Does that even make sense?)
DCJensen - Jan 14, 2007 5:22:09 pm PST #246 of 25496
All is well that ends in pizza.
Yes, on some. Maybe.
What browser are you using?
Jesse - Jan 14, 2007 5:25:56 pm PST #247 of 25496
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I was hoping not to have to admit this, but IE.
DCJensen - Jan 14, 2007 6:04:43 pm PST #248 of 25496
All is well that ends in pizza.
Hmmm, looks like IE sometimes has trouble with the favicon.ico files.
Not finding a setting that turns them of or on, tho. can you see the buffistas one?
Jesse - Jan 14, 2007 6:07:25 pm PST #249 of 25496
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Not in the address bar. Ah well. I can live without it, obviously.
Jon B. - Jan 14, 2007 6:08:04 pm PST #250 of 25496
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!
Did you try clearing the cache?
Jesse - Jan 14, 2007 6:22:30 pm PST #251 of 25496
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yep, no love.
tommyrot - Jan 14, 2007 6:23:23 pm PST #252 of 25496
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Have you ever said anything mean about Bill Gates?
Jesse - Jan 14, 2007 6:29:56 pm PST #253 of 25496
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
...crap. That must be it.