Sentences with phrase «judder like»

But for him these achievements merely judder like turbulence; they remind him of what's still to be done.

Not exact matches

Like last week, when the episode of House of Cards I was watching on Netflix juddered and stopped, and I spent the next half - hour rebooting various black boxes so I could find out how Frank Underwood's latest machiavellian scheme worked out.

As the summer transfer window rumour mill slowly kicks into life like a theme park attraction juddering into action after a period of inactivity, much of the talk surrounds the fates of two players tipped to travel in opposite directions: David De Gea and Gareth Bale.

For a while it looked like Theresa May's political career might be about to ground to a juddering halt.

Riptide is full of the juddering frame - rate, buggy environments and unwieldy frame - rate, buggy environments and unwieldy collision detection that plagued its predecessor; it makes it feel and handle like a very long piece of DLC.

Only because there armor looks better than males armor, for example the typical male armor has bulky, chubby judding out armor while the females like slightly realistic more smoother and tighter.

The track is greasy and cold but the LC 500 copes well, the big six - piston brakes staying pretty firm and resisting that horrible juddering that can make lapping feel like torture.

Chief problem seemed to be the loose feeling from the rear axle, causing it to tramp like an old Capri under hard acceleration and — more alarmingly — judder and shiver under heavy braking, as if the tyres were gripping too hard and almost pulling all the rear ironmongery clean off.

The eight - speed tiptronic, like in the 3.0 TDI, has the knack of finding the right gear at the right time without a judder or fluffed shift in sight.

It's a remarkably comfortable car in which to cruise, with a firm yet soothing ride quality that comes as something of a surprise: it doesn't crash and judder over bad roads like some sports cars.

The White - collared Manakin gives a clicking sound like two stones being banged together, and judders along its perch in fits of hyper - activity.

Just like Killzone Shadow Fall, Knack also runs with an unlocked frame - rate, the difference being that the frame - pacing causes real issues, resulting in genuinely problematic on - screen judder.

In a third person title like Final Fantasy 15, which has a lot of sweeping camera movement, the perceived judder is difficult to ignore.

Granted, some may not like the judder and unevenness that accompanies a dynamic frame - rate, but a patch is set to be released which will offer an option to lock the frame - rate to 30.

There are several small niggles such as sometimes sounds happen slightly after an event on first play — one presumes they are being loaded and then cached — and there are a few instances of slowdown in the big fighters like Samurai Showdown, but we are not talking show stoppers just jerks a judders really — the emulation is fairly spot on throughout.

There's none of the jelly - like wobbles or judders some phones suffer, just the OIS and EIS working in tandem.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.