Your Biggest "Downloaded" Amount On Trackers

over one TB on Blackcats...about 700GB on Box/Baka...I'm sure there's a lot I've grabbed from other sites too that I can't think of atm
 
QPD said:
are you buffering your accounts?
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Very old accounts all of them, and 3 months total seedbox use on all of them, besides xboxsky. That was all homemade. :yup:
At hdbits I've quite a very large buffer, as I know sooner or later I will need severely. The site rocks.
 
I know that, but I keep everything that I download in DVDs, thanks to "WhereIsIt" I'm able to flag files according to tracker downloaded from, so I can know how much downloaded from any tracker I use and on what DVD they are.. Thank you again "WhereIsIt"
 
Cabalo said:
At hdbits I've quite a very large buffer, as I know sooner or later I will need severely. The site rocks.
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Sounds exactly like me. I think soon enough I'll be upto 300gb up with literally nothing down, and I know it's still not enough for when I start using the account. As long as I have a home connection, though, it'll remain useless trying to buffer there.
 
Reminds me of an episode of the X-Files;be careful what you wish for.
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Anson Stokes: "Two down. Two down, I got nothing to show for it."
Leslie Stokes: "You got the boat."
Anson Stokes: "And what the hell good is that? Huh? That thing is like a big... you know, big..."
Jenn: "White elephant?"
Anson Stokes: "What? I'm sorry. What does that mean?"
Jenn: "It's a big expensive item that serves no purpose and is ultimately more trouble than it's worth."
Anson Stokes: "So what the hell did you give it to me for?"
Jenn: "Because you asked for it."
Anson Stokes: "Fine. You know what? I can appreciate that. That's... but don't you think maybe you could've found some fricking water to put it in?"
Jenn: "You didn't specify water."
Anson Stokes: "I got to specify that you put a boat in the fricking water? That is a given. Fricking white elephant. I can't even pay the taxes on it."
Leslie Stokes: "Why don't you just, uh, use your last wish to get rid of it?"
Anson Stokes: "You want me to put you in a home or something, maybe, right now? Because I just told you, Leslie, that I wasted two wishes, okay? And I am not... are you listening? I am not going to waste the third. All right? Come on. Come on. We got to concentrate here. Now, let me figure this out. Let me figure this out. Third wish, third wish, third wish, final wish. Hey, I'm just spit-balling here, all right? If I happen to say, 'I wish', by accident, that does not count, not until I am absolutely ready, okay?"
Jenn: "You could always give that guy his mouth back."
Anson Stokes: "Hey, all I said was that I wish Jay would shut the hell up. If you feel bad about what you did to him, fix it on your own dime, okay?"
Jenn: "It doesn't work like that."
Anson Stokes: "Whatever. Leslie, would you help me out here?"
Leslie Stokes: "Uh... Money. Wish for money."
Anson Stokes: "Yeah, okay, that's not bad. That's not bad, that's not bad, but don't you think maybe we should think of something that would, generate money instead of the, actually the money itself?"
Jenn: "Brains? Talent? Hard work?"
Leslie Stokes: "Uh... A money machine. Huh?"
Anson Stokes: "That's not... but something better. Something better. Okay, but..."
Leslie Stokes: "An infinite number of wishes?"
Anson Stokes: "Okay."
Jenn: "Just three boys. Settle down."
Anson Stokes: "Damn it, this is hard."
Jenn: "You know, I have a thought. Granted, it's pretty obvious." [She indicates Leslie Stokes sitting in his wheel chair]
Anson Stokes: "What? What, what, what?" [Jenn indicates Leslie Stokes' legs] "What?"
Leslie Stokes: "What?" [Jenn indicates Leslie Stokes' legs again]
Anson Stokes: "Seriously, what?"
Jenn: "Oh, forget it."
Anson Stokes: "I got it."
Leslie Stokes: "Yeah?"
Anson Stokes: "I got it. I got it, I got it, I got it. Okay. Okay. Are you ready? Because I am ready. I am absolutely ready. Okay, here goes. I wish that I could turn invisible... at will."
Jenn: "You're kidding."
Anson Stokes: "No, no. This is perfect. Yeah, I could have an advantage that nobody else on earth can have. I can, um, you know, spy and learn secret information, pick up stock tips."
Jenn: "Sneak into a women's locker room."
Anson Stokes: "Not just that, okay? I'm talking about James Bond type stuff. You know?"
Jenn: "Your wish is breathtaking in its unoriginality."
Anson Stokes: "You don't have to like it, all right? You just have to do it. Right?"
Jenn: "Done."
Anson Stokes: "My clothes are going to turn invisible, too, right?"
Jenn: "You didn't specify clothes."
Anson Stokes: "I know, but... screw it." [He starts stripping off his clothes]
Jenn: "Oh, God. Turn invisible please."
Anson Stokes: [voice] "Yes! Oh, man, this is awesome! Hey. Hey, brother. Hey, Leslie? I'm over here. Oop, I'm over here. Can you see me?" [He runs out the front door and trips over the garbage bins] "Oof. Ow! Damn it."
Leslie Stokes: "Anson, you all right?"
Anson Stokes: [voice] "Yeah, I am. I can't see my damn feet. Look out, world! Here I come! Whoo-hoo! I'm invisible! Invisible, baby! Whoo!"
Leslie Stokes: "Whoo-hoo!"
Anson Stokes: "Yes! You can't see me, can you!"
Leslie Stokes: "I..." [He looks around for Jenn] "Hey, uh...?"
[The invisible body of Anson Stokes is laying on the autopsy table, Scully has covered the body in yellow lycopodeum powder]
Mulder: "I think you missed a spot here. I can see straight through to his ass." [Scully applies more powder to the body] "This is Anson Stokes, huh?"
Scully: "It is. His dental records are a match. He was found about half a mile from his house. He was probably hit by a car or a truck or... something."
Mulder: "And he's invisible."
Scully: "Yes, he is. You know, Mulder, in the seven years that we've been working together I have seen some amazing things, but this? This takes the cake. It's... it's going to change the boundaries of science."
Mulder: "It is amazing, but I don't think it has anything to do with science. Remember Mr Saturday Night Fever?" [He holds up the picture that they found in the storage unit]
Scully: "Yeah."
Mulder: "I did a little background checking. His real name is Henry Flanken. He redefined the term 'overnight success'. In 1977, his net worth was $36,000, and in 1978 it was $30 million. Then there is the interesting way in which Mr Flanken died."
Scully: "How's that?"
Mulder: "Chronic morbid tumescence."
Scully: "You don't mean what I think you mean?"
Mulder: "Sch-wing. On April 4, 1978, he was admitted to Gateway Memorial Hospital with an extreme priapic condition. Apparently, he was quite the specimen. They had to raise the doorframe in order to wheel him into his hospital room."
 
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