Link Antilles wrote:I thought this would be a cool thing to try out and I wanted to see if any of ya’ll are interested to try this out, too. If we can get this to work, we can talk to each other over a mic. from computer to computer with up to four people in each chat room.
All right, what you need is:
1. A fair Linux, Mac, or Windows based computer.
2. Speakers
3. Microphone
4. Internet Connection (Broadband is preferred)
Finally you need to download this spiffy little program called "Skype" and it's Free. I like Free, don't you? Anyways, then you need to register, which is free, of course. Now, the thing that costs money is the Computer to Phone, but the Computer to Computer is free and what we're doing.
Here's the link:
http://www.skype.com/
And it works on Windows, Mac, and Linux! ^_^
Anyways, it’s kinda’ like MSN, AIM, and all those, except you speak and not type (though, you can send IMs through this program.)
Here's the system requirements for Windows:
-PC running Windows 2000 or XP
- 400 MHz processor
- 128 MB RAM
- 10 MB free disk space on your hard drive
- Sound Card, speakers and microphone
- Internet Connection (either dial-up: minimum 33.6 Kbps modem, or anybroadband: cable, DSL, etc.)
I’ve got to go dig through my closest for my headset…. I’ll check back later today to see who’s interested.
Btw, My screenname on Skype is: link_antilles
Post your screennames when your ready, so we all can get to chatting. ^_^
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[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
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