Sentences with phrase «latest steam client»

The latest Steam Client Beta Update enables the interface of the Steam Controller to work with Xbox controllers.

It's important to note that my desktop PC wasn't running the latest Steam client beta, which includes «dramatic changes to the streaming network code that should improve the experience on wireless networks,» according to Valve.

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Valve has announced that the latest Beta of its Steam Client will officially support the Nintendo Switch's Pro Controller, meaning that the hardware can be configured for use in Steam...

The latest update to the Steam client now provides PC players with the option to use the Nintendo Switch Pro Controller as a compatible gamepad.

In order to start using your Nintendo Switch Pro Controller on Steam, you first have to get on the Steam Client Beta (though this feature will later come to the stable release branch, so you can just wait a bit if you don't feel like jumping on the beta).

In other news, last week Valve also added quadraphonic and 5.1 surround audio support to the latest Steam Beta Client for in - home streaming.

Steam's latest client update will allow you to use an Xbox controller with any games on its platform.

Click Steam > Check for Steam Client Updates in Steam to get the latest version if you don't already have it.

As mentioned above, you need the latest version of Steam to access this feature, so make sure to let the client check for updates if you don't see the moving option from the start.

Instead we've got the latest version of the Steam Client Beta update with an image which reminds us of how much we've seen - not a whole lot.

Instead we've got the latest version of the Steam Client Beta update with an image which reminds us of how much we've seen — not a whole lot.

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.