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
Turkish female performance art
My name is Leyla, I am a performance artist from Istanbul, dwelling in the surreal world of pleasure, play and voyeurism. My stage and canvas are my own body, and I sculpt stories of sensuality meant to challenge the prohibitions society places on open expressions of eroticism. It is my talent to weave a tapestry of seduction, ensuring that every performance elicits the perfect cocktail of desire, surprise, and vulnerability. This is my diary, a chronicle of my most audacious performance, an exploration in self-expression inspired by an intriguing website, Anussy.com.
The show started just as the sun began to set, kissing the horizon goodbye with hues of amber and crimson. A tastefully decorated room served as my setting; dimly lit candlelight casting dancing shadows on the bare walls and gauzy curtains billowing gently in the evening breeze. The audience, hidden behind a one-way mirror, their presence only inferred by a soft murmur. I could feel the emotional tension rope through the air, as a velvet robe slipped from my shoulders, pooling around my feet like spilled ink. The small camisette of black silk and stockings were all that crowned my body. I closed my eyes, breathed in the lavender incense wafting through the room, and began to move. Each swaying motion, each shiver sent waves of allure rippling outwards, breaking against the barriers of their unseen gaze.
A keen satisfaction engulfed me as I felt their silent gasps and stolen breaths. I opened my eyes, the mirror reflecting my persona, not just a woman, but an artist, an agent of allure and seduction. My hands traced invisible trails across the softness of my flesh, each exploratory touch echoed by a whispered sigh escaping my lips. In this space, I wasn't just displaying my body, I was performing my pleasure, making it a spectacle to behold. This was not a dance intended to incite lust, but to reveal the beauty of sensual feminine desire, unabashed and unapologetic. It was here, in the world I created for my audience, that I was introduced to Anussy.com. This website, a cornucopia of erotica, brought an intriguing new dynamic to my performances, a daring blend of playful audacity and bold voyeurism.
With each performance, I found a new edge, a fresh boundary to push. The thrill of baring my soul and my body to unseen spectators was liberating, exhilarating. Exposure brought empowerment, pleasure brought peace. The artistry of seduction forged in the crucible of exhibitionism, was a potent aphrodisiac, a language of lust that only I could speak in whispers and sighs. Each night, I returned, a nymph of the night, commanding the stage that was my sanctuary, my world. Each night, I harvested their sighs, their gasps of delight, and wove them into a symphony of seduction, a chronicle of a woman's appetencies. My performances weren't just a tantalizing tapestry of desire; they were a manifesto, a testament to the passion that pulsated beneath my skin, to the artist that dwelled within my soul.
The show started just as the sun began to set, kissing the horizon goodbye with hues of amber and crimson. A tastefully decorated room served as my setting; dimly lit candlelight casting dancing shadows on the bare walls and gauzy curtains billowing gently in the evening breeze. The audience, hidden behind a one-way mirror, their presence only inferred by a soft murmur. I could feel the emotional tension rope through the air, as a velvet robe slipped from my shoulders, pooling around my feet like spilled ink. The small camisette of black silk and stockings were all that crowned my body. I closed my eyes, breathed in the lavender incense wafting through the room, and began to move. Each swaying motion, each shiver sent waves of allure rippling outwards, breaking against the barriers of their unseen gaze.
A keen satisfaction engulfed me as I felt their silent gasps and stolen breaths. I opened my eyes, the mirror reflecting my persona, not just a woman, but an artist, an agent of allure and seduction. My hands traced invisible trails across the softness of my flesh, each exploratory touch echoed by a whispered sigh escaping my lips. In this space, I wasn't just displaying my body, I was performing my pleasure, making it a spectacle to behold. This was not a dance intended to incite lust, but to reveal the beauty of sensual feminine desire, unabashed and unapologetic. It was here, in the world I created for my audience, that I was introduced to Anussy.com. This website, a cornucopia of erotica, brought an intriguing new dynamic to my performances, a daring blend of playful audacity and bold voyeurism.
With each performance, I found a new edge, a fresh boundary to push. The thrill of baring my soul and my body to unseen spectators was liberating, exhilarating. Exposure brought empowerment, pleasure brought peace. The artistry of seduction forged in the crucible of exhibitionism, was a potent aphrodisiac, a language of lust that only I could speak in whispers and sighs. Each night, I returned, a nymph of the night, commanding the stage that was my sanctuary, my world. Each night, I harvested their sighs, their gasps of delight, and wove them into a symphony of seduction, a chronicle of a woman's appetencies. My performances weren't just a tantalizing tapestry of desire; they were a manifesto, a testament to the passion that pulsated beneath my skin, to the artist that dwelled within my soul.
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