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Notebook Cooling Strategies

Posted by michael on from the lap-burns dept.

An Anonymous Coward writes "As components shrink, heat control becomes critical. Hitachi will sell water-pump cooling for notebooks while Sony has fancy, twin-fan ductwork in its new Vaio laptops. Meanwhile, a ceramics company that's testing a coating that's highly efficient in radiating heat away from processors and race car engines." We mentioned the water-cooled notebooks earlier.

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  1. Rob Malda Sucks Cock(s) by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

    Rob Malda awoke one fine morning surprised by the presence of a nude ESR and RMS holding hands at the foot of his bed.
    "Golly! Who are you?"
    ESR spoke with his squeaking voice, "I'm the ghost of distros past. I can be installed on a 386 like all Linux should be installed."
    RMS coughed into his hand and snorted, "I'm the ghost of SUCKING YOUR FUCKING PROSTATE DRY!!!"
    Rob squealed with delight as he felt the furry face-cunt wrap around his puny shaft eagerly gulping each pulsation of pleasure that squirted through Malda's eensy weensy teeny weenie yellow polka dot boner.
    As the hot gay bear orgy continued in earnest with cum-stinked beards pressed against fresh, pink, smooth faces and curious tongues becoming ever more curious with each passing moment Trollaxor came in.
    Malda sat up erect and ejaculated, "Hey! I remember you!"
    Trollaxor blushed, "Do not!"
    "Do too!!! You taste like spaghettios!!!" blurted Commander Taco.
    RMS hmmed, "Kansas cock is the best kind of cock. A regular cornfed beauty..."
    "I heard he uses oh ess ecks." whispered ESR into RMS's wax-caked ear before sucking each tasty treat down his throat. RMS grabbed his crotch, "Oh ess ecks??? Open source... Penguins... Father Shanley... Slashdblubalubalubglub..."
    Trollaxor groaned deeply as RMS enclosed his Mac-faggot cock in a warm cocoon of spit and hair. "It's oh ess ten not ecks." Soon Malda's bedroom was full of the stench of liverwurst farts, the malignant stink of the shit-and-cum cocktail that comes from gay sex.
    Kathleen came in and screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw the writhing, flabby, hairy mass of lustful flesh on the rug.
    "I was in #!!!!!SFDADSEX and they said to hit ALT+F4 and the computer died or something!!!" she whined.
    The boys belched and mumbled, "If you were using LUNIX this would never have happened."
    So Kathleen pissed on them and stomped their testicles dressed up like a Gestapo slut shouting "EINER CLAMPEN" before a refreshing Xyklon B shower.