近期垃圾帖突然增多，怀疑是论坛现行版本有漏洞被发现。
计划二月13号～16号将论坛升级，届时论坛将不可用。如果大家在此期间发现论坛无法访问，请稍后再试。顺利的话1-3个小时可完成升级及基本的功能测试。
论坛升级通知
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论坛现已升级到最新版本，运行一段看看拦截垃圾信息的效果如何。
另外，论坛启用了新的主题，marina_blue，希望界面更美观一点，同时具备响应式设计。
新主题在WinXP+IE8下图标显示有些小的问题，Win7+iE10下主题图标有些轻微变形，Win7+Firefox/Chrome正常。 LinuxMint/Ubuntu + Firefox 21 图标显示也有些小的问题。
大家碰到其他问题也请在这里反馈，包括性能/页面加载速度。
如果无法看到新界面，可以登录后去“用户控制面板” 》 “论坛相关参数” 》 然后在“默认主题”中选择“marina_blue"
另外，论坛启用了新的主题，marina_blue，希望界面更美观一点，同时具备响应式设计。
新主题在WinXP+IE8下图标显示有些小的问题，Win7+iE10下主题图标有些轻微变形，Win7+Firefox/Chrome正常。 LinuxMint/Ubuntu + Firefox 21 图标显示也有些小的问题。
大家碰到其他问题也请在这里反馈，包括性能/页面加载速度。
如果无法看到新界面，可以登录后去“用户控制面板” 》 “论坛相关参数” 》 然后在“默认主题”中选择“marina_blue"
OB 5.4/Firefox 22.0，logo的文字有部分重叠，“.org”与论坛名称里的“BSD”重叠了。
OB 5.4/Midori 0.5.2，问题同上。
手机访问的情况：
设备: Nokia N8，分辨率 nHD(640x360)
浏览器: UC 9.0 页面CSS适配不太好。自动横屏页面不会展宽。速度慢。
Opera Mobile 12.0: logo显示正常。页面适配正常，自动横屏正常。速度快。
Xpress 7.4.1.8: 这是N8自带浏览器，logo不显示，可能与速度慢有关。页面适配正常，自动横屏正常。速度慢。
Opera Mobile 表现最佳，毕竟是HTML5的倡导和身体力行者。估计分辨率更高的手机页面显示会更完美。
OB 5.4/Midori 0.5.2，问题同上。
手机访问的情况：
设备: Nokia N8，分辨率 nHD(640x360)
浏览器: UC 9.0 页面CSS适配不太好。自动横屏页面不会展宽。速度慢。
Opera Mobile 12.0: logo显示正常。页面适配正常，自动横屏正常。速度快。
Xpress 7.4.1.8: 这是N8自带浏览器，logo不显示，可能与速度慢有关。页面适配正常，自动横屏正常。速度慢。
Opera Mobile 表现最佳，毕竟是HTML5的倡导和身体力行者。估计分辨率更高的手机页面显示会更完美。
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有可能的话，建议大家安装ubuntu字体：http://font.ubuntu.com/
此款主体默认使用ubuntu web font，每次都需要连接到google的web font网站，但是在国内很多地方又被墙，因此我把那个链接注释掉了，这会影响显示效果。
此款主体默认使用ubuntu web font，每次都需要连接到google的web font网站，但是在国内很多地方又被墙，因此我把那个链接注释掉了，这会影响显示效果。
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嗯，会有这个问题。目前没有很好的解决方法；或许可以试试降低显示器的亮度，或者在“用户控制面板”选择使用其他的主题 （目前原来的主题被禁用，过一段会重新启用）levi 写了:网页中使用了大量的白色背景，看久了感觉有点刺眼。
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我自己所有的显示都亮度弄到最低的了，每次都发现同事朋友的显示器非常亮。他们怎么能忍受这么亮的屏幕呢？又或者自己眼睛太敏感了。toor 写了:嗯，会有这个问题。目前没有很好的解决方法；或许可以试试降低显示器的亮度，或者在“用户控制面板”选择使用其他的主题 （目前原来的主题被禁用，过一段会重新启用）levi 写了:网页中使用了大量的白色背景，看久了感觉有点刺眼。
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现在论坛风格有多种不同色系供选择，感兴趣的朋友可以在“用户控制面板” 》“论坛相关参数” 》“我的论坛风格” 中选择
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The ambiance fed my artistic soul with a delicious sense of exhibitionism. The sheer curtain that veiled the window was a thin boundary between the secret world of my performance and the oblivious cityscape outside. Every teasing silhouette that it projected, every gasp and giggle it muffled, and the tantalizing closeness it provided to and from the outside world left my heart throbbing in a melody of excitement 🤤.
As the evening deepened and I relinquished my teasing performance, I found myself sinking into a plush armchair, a satisfied sigh escaping my lips. I felt a rush of warm bliss, the lingering echoes of my act whispering tales of pleasure and play into the tranquility. My fingers, hamming over the final note, traced the autumnal hues of my lipstick рџ’‹ on the rim of my wine glass. A pleasing sense tickled my senses, leaving me in a state of gentle aftermath, the contentment of having loved myself unconditionally.
Writing about it now, I realize that the light-hearted, passionate evening has become a cherished memory, a sweet memento of self-love in my world of art. It is a sensual dance I will revisit, a favorite tune that never fails to bring a delighted twinkle in my eyes and a soft blush on my cheeks. There is something inexplicably beautiful about being the artist and the muse, the performer and the spectator. It's a grand symphony of emotions, a beautiful play of seduction and satisfaction that I, Evangeline, the 45 years old French artist with a sensual soul, resonate with.
One evening, as the radiant hues of the setting sun caressed the horizon, I had one of those inexplicable urges to surrender to the intoxicating allure of spontaneity. Decked in the trinkets I held dear, I found my favorites in one place. My simple Parisian studio transformed into a stage, a bouquet of emotions in full bloom, delighting in a solo performance. As I adorned myself with my favorite red lipstick 💄, putting on my little black dress 👗 and slipping into the elegant overcoat 🧥 I was given by an admirer, my heart fluttered in a rhythmic dance of anticipation that only an artist would understand.
With a bold sparkle in my eyes and a mischievous smirk playing on my lips, I waltzed around the room, every twirl weaving sensuality into the air рџ’ѓ. I reveled in the joy of my own company, a little secret performance laminating the evening in golden hues and playful whispers. Aphrodite herself would have blushed at the sight; a mature woman of 45, doused in the elegance of self-pleasure and swathed in the graceful poise of self-love as she danced, teased, laughed, and charmed. The strumming notes of Debussy in the background only heightened the potency of every powerful swoop of my arms, each seductive arch of my back. The stunning reflection in the mirror pranced, evoking a sigh of admiration рџЌ from my lips.
The ambiance fed my artistic soul with a delicious sense of exhibitionism. The sheer curtain that veiled the window was a thin boundary between the secret world of my performance and the oblivious cityscape outside. Every teasing silhouette that it projected, every gasp and giggle it muffled, and the tantalizing closeness it provided to and from the outside world left my heart throbbing in a melody of excitement 🤤.
As the evening deepened and I relinquished my teasing performance, I found myself sinking into a plush armchair, a satisfied sigh escaping my lips. I felt a rush of warm bliss, the lingering echoes of my act whispering tales of pleasure and play into the tranquility. My fingers, hamming over the final note, traced the autumnal hues of my lipstick рџ’‹ on the rim of my wine glass. A pleasing sense tickled my senses, leaving me in a state of gentle aftermath, the contentment of having loved myself unconditionally.
Writing about it now, I realize that the light-hearted, passionate evening has become a cherished memory, a sweet memento of self-love in my world of art. It is a sensual dance I will revisit, a favorite tune that never fails to bring a delighted twinkle in my eyes and a soft blush on my cheeks. There is something inexplicably beautiful about being the artist and the muse, the performer and the spectator. It's a grand symphony of emotions, a beautiful play of seduction and satisfaction that I, Evangeline, the 45 years old French artist with a sensual soul, resonate with.
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