How 'bout them Cowboys?
your humble TubaDiva
banality in action
Um, divine one, you are referring to Oklahoma State, I hope?
Wherever the Cowboys play, that’s what I was referring to. 'Twas another example of a classic hijack.
BTW, if you keep on flattering me like this my head will become so large it will explode and then we’ll all be sorry.
Jenny
your humble TubaDiva
enjoying it while it lasts, though.
The very first time I did the level, after seeing there was nothing to do but open the door, I LEAPED into the lava and ran as fast as I could, as far as I could. To the West, so I never saw the “secret” entrance to the East. Then, that not working worth a hoot, I did the same to the East, but with a GREAT RUNNING start–my GREAT leap caused me to, again, miss the “secret” entrance. 
The third try, I decided to stay on the tiny spit and peer (–Oh, for the Quake engine!–) over the edge. Saw the entrance but ignored it. Got opposite the island with the look-out post and, Lo!, as if by magick, a bridge rose up out of the lava. 
Happiness. Contentment. (I never knew that you could actually JUMP to the Island;–probably because I was always too chicken to try it. :rolleyes: )
I confess that I have several-to-many times tried to trick the SpiderMasterMind and the CyberDeamon to fight each other but… I’ve tried from the rocket launcher end (BLAM! BOOM! Aughhhh! “Load Game”); I’ve tried by running around the circular landing at the SpiderMasterMind’s end (Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat! Arughhhh! “Load Game”); and I’ve tried while dodging from the SMM’s end, trying to get one of the CD’s rockets to hit the SMM–that one worked but I had taken so much damage that I couldn’t deal with anyone who then came through the door. WHAT WAS YOUR SECRET?
Has anyone EVER done that level starting with just a pistol? (HAHAHAHAHAHAHaHahahahaha!)
Level 28? Haven’t played in several years. Is that the one with John Romero’s decapitated head stuck on a stake (in a secret passage behind the Giant Skull’s nose)? The level where you have to play Li’l Annie Oakley with the rocket launcher while standing on the rising pillar? The Spirit World. Hmmm.
What a great game. I ran it on a 486 at 25 MegaCycles! but I think that it will run on an antique 80386. Wonder why we don’t export and give away all those old, but still running, computers to the kids of the World rather than using them as trash to fill up our dumps. Probably some payola in the U.S. Department of Trash and Garbage. :mad:
You have to be drunk on excitement in a library when you do it. And smoking a good Cuban cigar, too. 
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OK, you know how it takes a while for the pillars to drop down? That gives you some “safe time” to get into position. Stay on the outer ledge, and go over to the right side (so the CD is between you and the SMM). Run around like a chicken with your head cut off long enough to dodge the first rocket or two, and the CD will get caught in the SMM’s spray of bullets. You will take some machinegun damage. Then, jump down to the floor, and stay right next to the base of the CD’s pillar (where it’s safe) long enough to be sure that he’s mad at the spider. Come back out and weaken him up a bit to even up the fight.
Level 28 is the one with a bunch of stuff on the floor that looks like lava, but doesn’t hurt you (in shallow cracks and fissures). There’s two spider masterminds (which, again, you trick into fighting each other and the score of arachnotrons in the same area), and three Arch-Viles. Level 30, The Living End, is the one with the demon’s brain, that’s really the programmer’s head. It’s possible to have any number of any monster (short of big spiders and cyberdemons) show up in that level eventually, but if so much as one archvile does show up, you’re guaranteed to die anyway. It is, though, a lot of fun to turn on the cheat codes and just watch the monsters chew each other up in that level.
I was neither drunk nor smoking, but I was naked. Surely that’s got to count for something.
I did that a bunch of times- turn on god mode, turn on no-clipping, go hide up in the room with John Romero’s head, wait about twenty minutes for the room to fill, step outside and BFG the place flat. Ah, memories.
I’m still trying to figure out exactly what every boss is saying in German in the six episodes of Wolfenstein 3d.
Chronos, I think that my problem is in the term “safe time”. I am very slow and cautious (–that’s how I was able to trip the outside bridge–) and, even with the advantage of a track-ball (which is hyper-quick), I’ve never been able to dodge a CyberDeamon’s missles. Imps’ or Cacodemons’ plasma-blasts? Sure. Easy. But never a CyberDeamon’s. Still, it’s worth another try.
I confess that I usually did this level the old fashioned way: shotgun blast after blast 'till I got the SpiderMasterMind then, hiding behind the ramp-lift, rockets and plasma-gun blasts until I finally got him (her?).
You were sitting naked in a library while looking at boots and using a paper-clip? How, pray-tell did you get away with that?? I’m impressed.
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That last phrase reminded me of someone, has stuck in my head, TubaDiva, and I’m sure that I can’t get out until I do something—like this posting. 
I was sharing an office. My officemate was grading some numbie business-college students’ test exams while I was reading an olde text on sophomore differential equations. I had gotten bored and moved to the Appendices which were on theory rather than the usual diffy-Q stuff: solving diffy Q’s.
(Humbly, in case you already know, differential equations describe the rate of change of something relative to the rate of change of something else. Living in Space x time, most of the things we are interested in are dynamic things–that change relative to time–and so most diffy Q’s are with respect to time. Differential equations are fundamental to all modern science: Even “Mathematical Biology” is filled with Diffy Q’s. Without them, you and I would not be using computers; our electronic signals would have no routers to go through; most likely electronics and communications would be barely above the level of dit-dah-dit telegraphing! They are fundamental.)
Continuing after my rude self-interruption: The text was by someone from the U. of Michigan whose name I don’t remember. I had just found an error in one of the Appendices (–I’m not faulting him, of course;–the text was aimed at sophmores and time is usually thought of as constant, not varying, and the topology, metric, and measures are usually (pun intended) called “the …”. There was little reason for him to take into [even theoretical] account things which did not have “the usual …”. It just so happened that our department worried about data and data frequently does not follow “the usual …”. Even more, my personal interest is in things which seem NOT to have “Hausdorf” topologies.), and so the “mood of the moment” was set.
I looked over at her and asked with all seriousness: "L., What is a differential Equation?"
She responded with something that I shall NEVER forget for the rest of my life; something which has been a dominent factor in nearly everything I have done since then.
She slowly turned her chair toward me and said:
I had almost finished the last post, was nearly done with the first Preview/edit, when the monitor faded into oblivion. Was able to post an almost-completed, almost correct version, except: I posted
The last word, “the …”, should read “the **usual **…”, as in[ul][]the usual geometry (Euclidean)[]the usual measure[]the usual metric (Euclidean)[]the usual topology orthe usual Borel field.[/ul]Sorry. :eek:
I had previously posted:
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She responded with something that I shall NEVER forget for the rest of my life; something which has been a dominent factor in nearly everything I have done since then.
She slowly turned her chair toward me and said:
The years must have put me into a kind of ‘denial’. I have since remembered the full details of what L. said to me when I asked her “What is a differential equation?”. She answered with: