Frank Apisa wrote:Just looked this over.
Damn -- I did forget to mention the sounds and voices were coming from the computer speakers...but that is where the problem is.
It is the most annoying problem I've ever had to deal with.
Most of the time I just keep the sound way down in the evenings -- so that it can bearly be heard. (The sounds never come in the day for some reason -- just after 5)
By the way -- Nancy gets the same problem when she is on-line -- so I am not being delusional.
After posting this last night -- I decided to pay close attention whenever it happened. The name being called is "Ralphie."
This is not a joke.
I have a complete virus scan done every week.
Osso -- glad someone else has had a similar problem. There is NO freeze up associated with the sounds.
If anyone can come up with anything, I'd sure as heck appreciate it.
My stepdad was a cb radio junkie. I used to joke with him that I can see his antennae from five miles outside of town, he had one of those moon scraper tower rigs hooked up to a zillion watt transciever. His 'joie de la vie' was to talk to someone in Florida on the cb, no small feat from Ohio.
I would be in my room reading, the lights would flicker and sandy's ( my dog) hair would stand on end like she had an afro ...... this meant daddy Paul was home and he had fired up 'the power booster on his cb.(more power ---- more range). Five minutes later the phone would start ringing and mom's voice would shout 'PAUL .... PAUL ... BILL (a neighbor) SAYS HE'S GONNA CALL THE COPS!!
All the extra power being pushed through Paul's cb caused a 'bleed through' of his transmission into any device designed to recieve a signal ..... like Bill's television.
I suspect that may be your problem also. All you can do is call the local authority and complain ...... it could be Art Carney trying to contact Jackie Gleason.
Or ......................... "Welcome, art lovers. We offer for your approval a still life, if you will, of noise - a soundless canvas suggestive of sound. The mouth belongs to Pamela. In life, a shrieking battle-ax made up of adenoids, tonsils, and sound decibels. In death, an unmuted practitioner of fishwifery, undeterred and ungagged by what one would assume to be the Great Silencer. Some ghosts come back to haunt; others come back simply to pick up where they left off. Our painting is called Pamela's Voice, and this is the Night Gallery."
Be afraid ..... be very afraid Frank
MUWAHAHAHAHAHAA