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>>137718
i am over vlc making all my vids look grey and shit, will keep it as backup for when needed but im moving now to better pastures

>I actually use madVR as my default video renderer
i have no clue what the best upscaler settings are for lg vids and torrented movies tv shows at 1080p, on 2k monitor, can you share your upscaler settings you seem to know what you are doing tbh

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>>137719
> upscaler settings

By default, I have the madVR upscaling settings set to--
- Spline
- 4 taps
- Activate Anti-Ringing Filter checkbox enabled

Works well for me tbh
But that sort of thing all boils down to someone's personal preference tbqh

>>137720
thanks roo will try that,
i wont fuck with any other madvr settings incase i just make things worse

>>137721

In general, the "Spline" upscaler tends to yield the best results across the board IMO...I also nearly always use Spline to upscale in FFMPEG and shit
If I'm doing some serious upscaling, I use Spline64...but pulling-off Spline64 is a hardcore scripting thing, and is "beyond the scope of this tutorial" lol

>>137662
She would have to reward me with something for that.

>>137666
Sucks.

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Silvia

>>4514
Hello!

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>>1173
but i like it here more

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>>1056 (OP) 
idk i don't know how to do linux networking

>>135706
way better than intel x3d chips are too good value

>>136724
It's Austrian I like it too

>>136727
>Austrian 
true. lol

>>78061

>>78260

>>136554
sure bud

>>136565
i'm not lying

>>136567
i didnt say so

>>136569
ok fair enough

blue

pedophilia has never been socially acceptable in any civilized society tbh

>>124149
Pedophilia is 20th century kike word, before it was just called straight male

>>125611
>The term paedophilie (in German) started being used in the 1830s among researchers of pederasty in Ancient Greece.

TOTAL PEDO DEATH

lgs are sexy

>>124452
boy lover blue

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>>124457
lol

I hate blue.

chatgpt said Cerulean

>>99884
Shit that will happen in 2 more weeks.

It is said that the nigger had the good fortune to win a large sum of money in a betting shop. As might be expected, he immediately moved from the squalid shack where he had been living until then, buying, for an inflated price, a large mansion in the most rich part of the city. His presence was a real novelty for his then neighbors. However, it soon became a nightmare when it started to bother the locals, since the nigger was devoid of manners and good behavior and did not distinguish between the hours of rest and that of celebration. By virtue of his new richness, he did not learn, and considered any hour as suitable for celebration. 

One morning like any other, the nigger went to get the newspaper from his door, and when he came out, he noticed that his wall had been defaced. Directly on its white, well-finished surface, these words could be read: "HERE LIVES THE NIGGER." With a weak intellect but quick perception, the nigger correctly understood the inconvenience that his way of life brought to the neighborhood, and how uncomfortable his presence was to others. But as is his nature, he did not even consider any change in his behavior.
Aiming to accept the "challenge" of his opponents, he returned to the house and brought paint and a brush, writing right below the vandalism a response that was visible to the author of the original "work": "BUT HE IS RICH."

That night, the celebration was more intense and long-lasting than had already become the usual to the neighborhood. The nigger made a point of inviting every relative, friend and acquaintance to the party, it looked like as if a real slave quarters was set up in the place. There was not even room for such niggerness inside that house; The guests spread out on the street, and parked their vehicles there, opening their doors and turning on a loud sound that shook the windows of the nearby houses. Many nigresses, dressed in absolute vulgarity, danced in the street in an obscene manner, and several niglets and niglet girls could be seen in the midst of the hot vulgarity, some imitating the vulgar dances of the adults, others urinating on the walls of the nearby houses, others stealing drinks from the improvised tables. The uproar continued until dawn, when the niggers began to enter their cars and make their way back to their slums. Some had fainted and many laid there on the asphalt in an alcoholic stupor, some even naked. There was a large amount of garbage scattered all over the street; many empty cans and glasses were thrown into the neighbors' yards. The nigger spent the entire day at home, not only to recover from the revelry that had just happened, but to take care of the many guests who were still at his house. It was already late when the last of his guests recovered and said goodbye, thanking him for his hospitality and promising to return for the next celebration.

The nigger preferred to have a quick meal, take a bath and go to bed, leaving any worries for the next day. At dawn, the nigger was awakened by loud and insistent knocking on his door. Answering the urgent call, he found himself faced with an irritable and well-dressed man who handed him some mail and briefly warned him that a large debt, which was no longer being paid, was approaching its due date and that the consequences of not paying would be serious. The nigger did not understand exactly what he had done, and after saying goodbye to the agent, he shouted at his wife to prepare lunch for the day. However, he would not be able to enjoy it, because throughout the day, several other debt collectors knocked on his door, and the letters notifying him of his unpaid bills soon formed a pile on his desk. At one point, when he met another agent, who was demanding payment for the renovation of his swimming pool - which had been doubled in size - the nigger noticed that his wall had been vandalized again, and right below the message he had left, there was a new one, which said: "BUT HE IS A NIGGER"

Today, the mansion is in a state of complete ruin. The nigger has not been seen since that day. Some say he returned to his ld shack; others say he ran north to escape his debt collectors; still others say he was killed and buried in his own backyard. The bank found no buyer for the property and abandoned it to the elements. The grass is tall and home to pests; more than once it has caught fire, requiring the attention of the local fire brigade. The few remaining windows are broken or stained. The roof collapsed after heavy rain; half of it is in the form of rubble scattered across the floor, which in turn is cracked and eroded, and is frequently flooded. The walls, once finely painted in a vivid and gleaming white, are stained and peeling, battered by wind, rain and dust. Next to the door - made of rotten and worm-eaten wood - you can still read a curious graffiti, which appears to be the only sign of habitation left by the previous owners. "THE NIGGER IS RICH, BUT HE IS A NIGGER."