@Zombiefly: What’re you… 12? Take a giant step back from the unbelievably immature posting that you’ve just made and try — I know you won’t be able to, but put on your big boy pants for a moment and at least try — to grasp just how desperately pathetic is your uncalled-for and unprovoked personal attack, inexplicably aimed at me, here…

…not just in this posting, but from my cursory review of your history of postings, to many, many others, as well… and with the vast majority of them, for no apparent reason, just like this one. I criticize, too, but only when there’s a good reason, and never aimed at the person; rather, only what s/he writes… sticking to the actual issues. And even then, I don’t do it like a schoolyard bully. I leave that, thankyouverymuch, to the likes of you.

The world is full of sad, small-minded, damaged, bereft-of-kindness, mean-spirited, angry little pissants like you whose lives are so empty, and whose meaningful accomplishments so few, that they pointlessly insult for its own sake from the safety of made-up names/handles (like you do) instead of having the courage and integrity to post using their real names, and standing behind what they write in life (like I do); and because anyone with a computer, a phone line or cable TV, and a few bucks a month to give to an ISP can get online and say and do pretty much anything they want, with impunity, they occasionally end-up in places like this where they lash-out for no reason and, in the process, roundly humiliate themselves in ways they cannot even begin to grasp, much less fully so, as I know is the case with you.

I suspect I’m quite some years older than are you, as is nearly always the case when someone like you who doesn’t even know what s/he doesn’t even know decides to pump-up his/her own ego at the expense of others (ostensibly because that’s pretty much all they’ve got in life); and I futher suspect that I’ve forgotten more, in life, than you’ll likely ever know. One thing you don’t know is me, and what I have or have not done, or what I do or do not know, or whom I do or do not help…

…but I’ll bet dollars to donuts that I do more good in a morning than you do in a year; not because I’m so good, by the way, but, rather, simply because you’re so obviously, arrogantly and cluelessly bad. It’s not a very high bar that your likes set, and so it’s a fairly easy one for my likes to clear.

Oh… and, by the way, ripping via atapi is but one of the many ways to do it; and even with atapi, a simultaneous (at least as far as the end-user is concerned) conversion to MP3 would be where sound leveling could occur. There are many, many others. In your apparently-narrow understanding of what “rip” has come to mean, along with all the different ways to do it, and tasks attendant thereto, you betray the limits of your both experience and understanding. Combined with the clearly organically-nasty human being that, in your clinical depression or schizo-affective or other personality disorder, you have regrettably become in life, said betrayal wraps-up, I’m sure, into a quite unappealing, pus-oozing and aromatic little personality package which I’m quite certain repulses persons of whatever gender your sexual orientation dictates you’re attracted to, hence the reason, I’d bet the farm, that you’re alone in life. Or, if you’re not, then I’d bet the farm that the nature of whatever sick little arrangement you and s/he call a “relationship,” such as it is, is dysfunctional, at best; and pathological, at least. Everything about not just this posting you’ve made to me, but all the others I quickly scanned in other places, screams pathology… or at least neurosis. Please get some help, before you end-up in a tower, somewhere, with a high-powered rifle. Or in politics… either way, same harm.

Shame on you, in any case, for the repugnant both actual and ethereal stain you leave on any space in time, geography or the cyber world in which you happen to impose yourself, as you’ve so effectively done here…

…to the, trust me, disgust and revulsion of all who have the misfortune of witnessing it.

You, small person, have no idea with whom you’re dealing. I’ve been sparring like this with the both intellectually and emotionally impaired, like you, since, I’ll bet, literally years before you were even a gleam in your ultimately unfortunate — nay, cursed — mother’s eye. I can do this all day, each time better than the last, without so much breaking a sweat. Proceed, then, at your peril.

Tag. You’re it.

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Gregg L. DesElms
Napa, California USA
gregg at greggdeselms dot com

Management and high-tech consultant for over 35 years and you haven’t yet realised that when ripping a cd, it uses the atapi interface which has nothing to do with your soundcard? maybe it’s time to retire your advice? you appear to know nothing