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Intel Cuts Chip Prices by up to 53 Percent
babbage1815 writes: "Intel Corp. has cut prices on some of its microprocessors by as much as 53 percent as the world's largest chipmaker's investments in manufacturing over the past two years are starting to pay off." Most of the cuts are at the very high end of the line -- it'll be interesting to see what happens to the prices of the competing AMD offerings.
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you slow down cowboy!!!!
And now due to the /. effect combined with the power of gnutella...
It will soon be at number one.
(although, I don't intend to download it)
Since I began smoking weed, I think more about things and accept things (blindly) less. My spirit has risen and at the same time my soul has far darkened. I feel a great blight somewhere inside me of something I did very wrong, very long ago, and remember it, I cannot. But in spite of that grave uneasiness, colors and shapes and textures seem realer and more alive to me, as if empty space itself held a potential energy waiting to be noticed.
I despair at the daily gray monotony I suffer through, sitting still in an occupation I'm so good at, but feel my temperament fits so poorly against. I look around sometimes at my friendships, my relationships, and I see how hollow and empty they are, but also see the potential there for something beautiful and wonder why I'm so distant while so ripe with possibilities.
The more answers I uncover from the damp misty sand, the more the polarities stand out, stark and constrasted, like great charcoal and pearl pillars of universal truths between which hangs the vast majority of life's offerings. I have learned patience, the futility of resisting change, and the importance of seeing many sides in a day. Shallow truths these seem, but important they feel to me.
Physically, when looking at a clear blue sky I see waving, rippling effects. Almost as if static is superimposed over my vision. And in my apartment I see flashes of light in my peripheral vision at night. These little pinpricks flare up and catch my attention, but disappear when looked at directly.
My girlfriend is impressed, she said she heard me talking snake in my sleep. She said I hissed a jabbing conversation, complete with clearly defined syllables and changing lilts as if I were answering unheard questions. But in the powder blue dawn I only remember dreaming of magic.
So I awake, and sit under a florescent lamp who's buzz would no doubt irritate me if it weren't drowned out by the nearly psychic hiss of the work computer's power supply fan. Some day I'm going to leave the technology by the side of the road and never look back. I'm going to sculpt or create furniture. I think. I would love to form an uneasy truce with progress and discover the wonders of the natural world for I'm afraid that I don't even feel the wind on my face properly some days. In fact, I wonder if I even know how.
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This past year, I was accepted into Carnegie Mellon's School of Computer Science. It has been a remarkable experience that I would like to share with the Slashdot community. Here's an account of my experience.
Week 1, Sunday: I moved in today. My roommate, a sophomore CS student, had already moved in two days before me. The floor is already completely covered with garbage. He also smells. I think he might be gay too. He's already asked me if I like the color he painted his toenails. This should be interesting. I am almost completely settled in. Techno music is playing in every room in every floor of my dorm. There are computers and other types of trash out in the common areas. What a mess. Tomorrow, I am going to go sign up to get my network connection.
Week 1, Monday: I got hooked up to the CMU network today! I jacked into the network, only to find that the hostname and address assigned to me were colliding with another system. I'll just increment the network numbers a few times. I am really eager to get on.
Week 1, Tuesday: I am still looking for a free IP address. Can't anybody here properly configure their systems?
Week 1, Friday: I finally found a free IP! It's mine! You sons of bitches can't have it, I found it, I keep it, it's mine! To hell with all of you! Head hurts really bad. I've slowly been developing a headache since I first arrived. Everywhere I look there are these Lucent Technologies wireless access points. I wonder if that's the problem.
Week 1, Saturday: I sat down at my computer today. My desktop wall paper is now the goatse.cx guy. Pleasant. Scattered over every directory on my C: drive are thousands, possibly millions, of files titled "J00AR30WN3DBITCH-phj33r-" and then some random hacker's name. Don't these people have lives? Maybe they need laid or something. It'd take days to clean this out. I mentioned to my roommate that I needed to reinstall Windows, and immediately he jumped up and shouted: "NO! Do NOT use Windows!" Suddenly, two dozen other guys (all of them possibly homosexuals) appeared at the door, each touting an operating system called Linux. Half of them got into a fight over which was better, Debian, RedHat, Slackware, and a bunch of others I couldn't recognize. Some kid who appeared to not have showered since he was born was touting "Linux From Scratch", saying that only losers used pre-made distros. A crowd of people in the back kept quiet about how I'd be sorry if I used Linux instead of BSD on the network. Who the fuck are these people? Classes start next week. Hope I have my computer working so I can do my assignments.
Week 3, Friday: People are still trying to get Linux to work on my system. They keep telling my that my hardware sucks. We go through about four or five distributions a day. Every now and then, I notice a little devil on my screen. Stickers for every of these distributions have been plastered on my case. Suddenly, my room stinks a lot more with these people in here. I ask them why they never shower, and the usual response is something along the lines of "showering is like rebooting" and "I don't want to lose my uptime."
Week 3, Saturday: There's a troop of men running naked in a circle around McGill Hall. I am not even going to ask.
Week 4, Wednesday: Linux is FINALLY working on my computer! I have a pretty slick desktop too. I think I might like this. I can finally work in my room instead of the labs, although considering the every increasing layer of garbage on the floor...
Week 4, Thursday: My computer flashes messages about how I am "0WNX0RED" and how I should "PHJ33R" whoever and how "L4MEX0R" I am for having an insecure box. A kid suggests we reinstall Linux after discovering about 17 rootkits.
Week 5, Friday: Someone got BSD working on my computer. I wonder if this will last. The stress has been building and I forgot to take a shower this morning.
Week 6, Tuesday: Seems I have been "0WNX0R3D" again. Took longer this time. Minutes later, someone comes in with a "Bastile Linux" install CD. He gets started installing. I am feeling very suspicious of these guys.
Week 6, Thursday: Everyone seems to know more about my system than I do. It's a bit unnerving. I guess anyone could feel upset from this sort of treatment. They hack my box, trash it, then reinstall everything. I guess they think they're being funny. My dirty clothes are piling up and I am out of clean ones. I don't have time to do laundry, I'll have to wear something out of the pile.
Week 6, Friday: I got up this morning, sat at my machine, and stared at it blankly. An icon appeared on my desktop for Quake III. I suppose it couldn't hurt to play some. I have been very stressed lately.
Week 6, Sunday: I lost track of time! I started playing Quake III on the network with some other CMU students (who killed me hundreds of times in the course of 10 minutes) and completely lost myself. There's a bag of chips that has been sitting here for a few weeks. I think I'll finish those off for breakfast and then go to sleep.
Week 7, Wednesday: I masturbate every day now. Not a single girl comes near me. This is so depressing. Do I really smell? Oh well, I have the task of learning how to secure my Linux box to keep me busy. Who has time for the opposite sex after all?
Week 8, Tuesday: I got into a fight with this little shit who kept telling me RedHat was great. What a fucking moron! Anybody who knows Linux knows that Debian kicks its sorry little ass. I'll be getting my judiciary papers for the incident in the mail. Doesn't this school get it? I can't let someone go around converting people to RedHat! WtF!?
Week 8, Friday: My roommate squeezed my ass today! At first I was shocked and appauled, and I told him off for it. Thinking about it later though, there was just something that seemed too strong about my reaction. I'll talk to him later and appologize for getting so upset, it wasn't really so bad.
In other news..
Theres a sale at JC Pennies!!!
You sir, have been trolled. You sir, have lost. Have a nice day, dumbass.