Re: Hair pulling
Stephen Kuhn <[email protected]> Mon, 14 Jun 2004 09:01:17 +1000
| Newsgroups | gmane.comp.gnome.os.redhat |
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| Organization | Illawarra Computer Services |
| Message-ID | <[email protected]> |
On Mon, 2004-06-14 at 07:33, Havoc Pennington wrote: > On Sun, 2004-06-13 at 09:44, Stephen Kuhn wrote: > > In my haste to upgrade to 2.6, I've somehow broken my doggone GTK themes > > - and after re-installing 1.2.10 and 2.2.0, still, nothing. > > > > Any hints? I've tried going through bugzilla, but nothings > > straight-forward - overly complex and untidy... > > > > More details would help - how did you upgrade (build from source, Fedora > packages... ?), what OS version are you using, any error messages, where > do you have the themes installed, what does "broken" mean > specifically... etc. ;-) > > Havoc I've locate the "build list" and am starting from scratch; one site in Germany that's quite awfully good, and the other buried on the Gnome site; awful lot to download and build - and I remember when Gnome was small enough to d/l in a day...hmmm... BTW, it's MDK 9.1+ customised, and I'm snagging all the latest sources. And to think that all I really wanted was to see "the new Nautilus". stephen kuhn - proprietor ============================== illawarra computer services a kuhn media australia company http://kma.0catch.com mobile: 0410.728.389 ------------------------------------------------------------------ 08:58:47 up 13:22, 3 users, load average: 0.27, 0.23, 0.17 ------------------------------------------------------------------ * This message was composed on a 100% Microsoft free computer * We expressly refuse to utilise Microsoft DRM encoded documents ------------------------------------------------------------------ This email is virus-free because we don't use Microsoft products Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.