the puke ray would be suitably therapeutic in regular 10s bursts.
41 posts • joined 29 May 2007
...my pc has RAID1, quadcore and nice ram, and it rocks, way faster for testing etc.
I can simultaneously defrag, scan system with SEP & defender, move 2GB files around with several other programs running, and the CPU still barely hits 25% across all 4 cores.
While this is happening, I open outlook, and as the window zooms out, I can see the inbox filling with messages pouring in before the window has finished maximising. mmmmmmmm
This is good for me because I spend much of my time waiting for standard pcs (above avg specs).
Then I load up CounterStrike and im the first one into a new map everytime.
LESSON: LIFE IS TOO PRECIOUS TO WASTE, WAITING FOR A CRAPPY MACHINE.
My chargeout rate is a bit more than double that of a plumber. So i could pay for the difference in parts cost in about a day. Quad 2.66 GHz is almost the same price as the C2D 3.0GHz anyway.
Besides I can load up a beta, trial or recovery of some new OS on a spare HDD in:
XP 14 mins
Vista 11 mins
Win7 13 mins
Srv2008 SBS 26 mins.
I wish I had a 10GB/Sec DVD drive. Hmm now if i raided up an array for VirtualDrive, brb
So that is why faster is better, because I have a life outside of the machine.
Paris because like data, she will come quickly if you have the right hardware.
Take a video stream, blend subtle shadings in the shapes of text of secret msg, say but broken apart across 3 to 5 frames or more, then distrubute rest of msg similarly over different parts of the frame througout movie. That was pubic knowledge in 1994, spo0o00o0o00o0oks would have used it before then for sure...
"Where were you while we were getting h1gh."
Paris, cos I could easily secrete a packet in her communication channels.
A couple of years ago, I spent a couple of hours trying to get a usually reliable 802.11g connection operable for a laptop in an urban office.
I had tried all the usual tricks and was ready to pronounce the unit 'dead for unknown reasons'.
I was waiting in reception several floors for the lovely office managerette to finish a call to say it was no-go, when I noticed a 20+ car Wankercade/Cuntourage of black limo$, black explorers, motorbikes etc leaving.
It was Wanker(c)Google - Blairs' lot leaving from the Wangham Hotel in an un-named antipodean North Island city, after some big conf.
Then someone at the back of the office shouted with glee - ITS CONNECTED FINALLY
Wankers' spooks must have been jamming the spectrum I say - fucken arrogant cocks.
Black Helicopters - to match the motorcade.
they feed on the apparence of conflict, fear, uncertainty and doubt, to add momentum to their cause.
...and if you buy the DVD or make a 1-900 donation, he can smoke even more right-wing crack. or pay the drones to do stuff.
Jacqui, the tard-mistress, seriously looks a bit retarded like GWB.
She is doing an equally dumbed-down FUD-fuelled job of using the media to bash in your forehead with the text-baton - much cheaper than a paddy wagon full of real policeman-weilding batons.
It is all just more psyops drivel - both sides.
Paris - cos US & UK aint worth visiting anymore.
Capt James Rand must be in league with the seagoing-chocolate-fish-factory farmers.
Think what 'advances' a completely law-free undersea cloud could provide for corporate/government, normally 'bound' by their own laws/borders.
Mines the one with amanfrommars's RFID tag in the pocket.
Or maybe Paris, starring in Octopussy 2010 ???
maxed his kindy teachers out on day 4 of pre-school (aged3.5) - by correcting the teacher...
"actually the moon is a satellite."
The next week he taught them about the Large Hadron Collider, explaining that it was an experiment to find out what atoms are made of.
He scoffed at his 5 yr old brother recently, informing him that Jesus wasnt real.
Eyes WIDE open.
Just insert some global govt interstitial Ads into said http requests, so that the evil botmaster gets some social reprogramming, all paid for by advertisers.
The software to do this is phucking called "Ph**m" mate, you can get it on torrents :-)
Mines the long coat with unbreakable encryption on the pockets, and a tin-foil hood.
Paris, cos she can lick my .conf anyday.
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