Beiträge von Herb

Also wenn ich das richtig interpretiere geht der D/L nur per WAP, dessen Bookmark bereits im Geraet hinterlegt ist, jedoch kann ich keine Verbindung bekommen. Anschliessend wird wohl aus der Anwendung noch mal eine Seriennummer abgerufen. Wenn denn das mal einer hinbekommen hat wuesste ich auch gerne wie es geht.

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Original geschrieben von theo_bangkok
  Herb
Habe mal mit i-mobile telefoniert.Man kann das gratis runterladen,und es funktioniert auch auf dem 902.

:D:D Jo haett ich schon gemacht, wenn ich denn den Download button irgendwo gefunden haette, mein Thai ist ein bischen eingerostet, zuviel Mekong

theo
check doch mal bitte http://i-mobilephone.com/form/ENG/F_Application.aspx Smart Phonebook ob das was fuer das 902 ist.

An Elephant Never Forgets

Incredible story about an elephant's memory.

A young man was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from college.
While he was walking through the bush, he came across a young Bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed so the man approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot. There was a large thorn deeply embedded in the bottom of the foot.

As carefully and as gently as he could he worked the thorn out With his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The
elephant turned to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stared at him. For a good ten minutes the man stood frozen -- thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned and walked away. The man never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Twenty years later the man was walking through the zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to where they are standing at the rail.
The large bull elephant stared at him and lifted it's front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times, all the while staring at the man. The man couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. After a while it trumpeted loudly; then it continued to stare at him. The man summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and Made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.

Suddenly the elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around
one of the man's legs and swung him wildly back and forth along the railing, killing him.

This probably wasn't the same elephant.

Version 0.3.49.061009 ; den einzigen Konflikt den ich sehe ist das Session Restore welches im FF2 drin ist. Bei einem einzigen Totalabsturz von FF2 hat der Neustart dann gefragt ob ich die TabMixPlus Einstellung deaktivieren moechte, was ich bestaetigt habe.
Im Moment bin ich stabil mit TabMixPlus aktiviert ohne Session Restore, muss das aber naechsten Montag auf meinen anderen beiden Kisten noch nachvollziehen obs auch dabei bleibt.

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Original geschrieben von rajenske
Kann ich überhaupt nicht bestätigen, der Session-Manager von TabMixPlus läuft bei mir sehr gut. Hat mir auch letztens nach dem Stromausfall alles wieder korrekt hergestellt.

Bei dir stürzt FF öfters ab?

Es friert gelegentlich voll ein und blockiert die Resourcen ein paar Minuten lang. Ich hab mal TabMixPlus komplett deaktiviert und hab dann keine Probleme mehr. Werd das mal konservativ eingestellt neu aktivieren. Ich hab das auf 3 verschiedenen Rechnern vom USB-Stick mit gleichem Verhalten.

Der Session-Manager im TabMixPlus kollidiert meiner Meinung nach mit FF2, seitdem ich ihn deaktiviert habe laeuft FF2 stabil.

Only woman can truly relate to this

One of my girlfriends sent me this because she knows how anal I am about using public restrooms.

My mother was a fanatic about public bathrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat. Then
she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes.

That was a long time ago. Even now, in my more "mature years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's bladder is full. When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Nelly's
underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, who are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get closer and check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. The dispenser for the new fangled "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook if there was one but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly hang it around your neck (mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants,
and assume "The Stance." Ahhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance" as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the
Richter scale.

To take your mind off of your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you would have tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"

Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping
your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly onto the insidious toilet seat.

You bolt up quickly, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother
would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because you're certain that her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged off to China.

At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at this point, no longer able to smile politely. One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! (Where was it
when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has since entered, used and exited the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

Leider für lau schon wieder zu Ende

Biet sie in der Bucht an, es gibt Leute die mit sowas noch rumfriemeln. Mit richtigem Low Level Werkzeug kann man solche Karten noch irgendwie ansprechen.