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Cray SX-6 Installed in Alaska
Dhrakar writes: "Now, I know that normally press releases are imediately round-filed, however, as this is the first NEC^H^H^HCray SX-6 to be installed in the U.S. it is newsworthy. The 8cpu, 64Gb system has been installed at the Arctic Region Supercomputing Center for benchmarking and other testing. See either ARSC or the NY Times (sub. required. Yada, yada) article."
Made from a Beowulf Cray Cluster.
--Metrollica
Were they able to get a discount in not purchasing cooling equitment due to location? I suppose Alaska could be the paradise for heavy metal and overclocking...
Why bother.
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse. It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting, designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore, or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air; they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well, entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall, and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle. With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while, Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus; tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger. Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull. Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess. Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
And I suppose they are just opening the outside door to cool the thing.
Before anyone trolls about putting it in Alaska to save on air conditioning, Fairbanks gets into the 80F in the summer. Just thought I'd clear that up.
Maskirovka
Is a counter troll still a troll?
Yeah, it's supported by Veritas NetBackup DC already. That and my TI calculator and GBA.
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting, designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
I thought cray was dead, but it turns out, they were just using BSD.
Do you even lift?
These aren't the 'roids you're looking for.
what a waste! they should give it to me so i can play games on it! who cares about the weather anyway...
Are you Weenus?
--Metrollica
Using a supercomputer in the USA for something other than mass destruction weapon simulation...
Just in case you want to play with toys like these, the ARSC is looking for an admin.
Learning HOW to think is more important than learning WHAT to think.
BEIJING, China -- A fire at an Internet cafe in a Beijing suburb killed 24 people early Sunday, the state-run Xinhua news agency reported.
The cafe -- called Lanjisu -- is located in Haidian, a northern Beijing suburb frequented by students attending the area's many universities. Another 13 people were injured in the fire, which started about 2:30 a.m., Xinhua reported.
Firefighters were able to put out the blaze in about an hour. An investigation into the cause of the fire was under way, officials told Xinhua.
A witness said iron window bars trapped victims inside.
The fire was put out within 45 minutes, Associated Press quoted an unnamed official as saying
He said the cause was under investigation.
Haidian, in Beijing's northwest, is the site of Beijing University and Tsinghua University, two of China's most prestigious schools. The area has a large student population and is the center of China's growing computer and high-technology industries.
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A neighbor said he was awakened by screams and saw smoke pouring from windows of the cafe, on the second floor of a two-story cement building. Neighbors helped one person escape, but iron bars over the windows prevented others from getting out, he said.
"There were people shouting 'Help me, help me,"' said the man, who gave only his surname, Liu.
Neighbors later pried the bars off one window and pulled out several victims who appeared to be dead, Liu said. He said firefighters took only five minutes to extinguish the fire, which seemed to be at its strongest near the front of the cafe.
Liu said the cafe had operated 24 hours a day and drew large numbers of students by offering cheaper Internet access rates late at night. Liu and other witnesses said the cafe had room for more than 40 customers.
On Sunday morning, the area had been cordoned off and police could be seen inside filming and turning over debris. Burn marks ringed shattered windows and a striped blanket hung from one window.
Fatal fires are common in China, where operators of bars, movie theaters, Internet cafes and other businesses often ignore safety rules or fail to provide emergency exits. But they are less frequent in Beijing, the capital, where regulations are more rigorously enforced.
Internet cafes, many open 24 hours, are immensely popular in China, which says it has 33.7 million Internet users but where many families can't afford to buy a computer. The biggest cafes, especially near universities, have hundreds of terminals.
In December 2000, a fire at a discotheque in the central city of Luoyang killed 309 people. Investigators blamed the high death toll on locked emergency exits. Twenty-three people held responsible were sentenced to prison terms of up to 13 years.
To study the migratory patterns of polar bears?
--Metrollica
It's like reading Slashdot for a reason other than trolling!
Cray SX-6 Installed at ARSC
Fairbanks, Alaska - The Arctic Region Supercomputing Center (ARSC) and Cray Inc. (Nasdaq NM: CRAY) announced today an agreement that places a Cray SX-6 at ARSC. ARSC is pleased to be able to offer this leading technology to the wi
Oh wait a minute, it's a f*cking supercomputer! Sorry about that.
ATTN: Admin job. Admin must know how to smoke cock, large greasy beard preferred.
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.
It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
Those fucks.
I have always wanted to fuck a guy from Alaska. I mean, I imagine your cocks are always cold and hard like icecicles, and I think that'd be really cool (no pun!)
What I am waiting for is the Cray SV2 which can have up to 1024 Cray vector processors. Who needs a beowulf cluster?
Computer Science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes. --E. W. Dijkstra
Padme: Your highness, we must escape the planet, and reach the counsel, they must be made aware of the invasion.
Amidala: My place is her with my people, I cannot leave them to suffer, I have another plan.
The two women traveled through the Forrest until they came upon the edge of the great ocean.
Padme: Your highness, we must leave this area, this is the home of the Gungan, they are as bad as the Trade Federation.
Amidala: They are our only help, they must be made to help us.
The women were startled at the appearance of one of the hated Gungan's.
Me Jar Jar Binks You?
I am Padme, and this is queen Amidala. You must take us to your home world, we have been invaded.
Me no take you home, me banned.
You must take us, both our world are in grave jeopardy.
Me no take you, not possible.
Padme, you must convince this Gungan to take us.
Padme slowly removed her robe exposing her perfect body, Jar Jar's ears stuck straight up.
"Me like Padme"
Padme noticed the growth between Jar Jar's legs, it was growing and growing and growing.
Jar Jar had a member that stood a narrow 14 inches when it reached it's full length. Padme gasped.
Padme reached down and started stroking he hard cock. The princess watched and asked once again if Jar Jar could help.
Jar Jar replied "Me help."
Padme wrapped her lips around the cock and shoved half of it down her throat, Jar Jar screamed, and fell backwards.
Padme never missed a beat as she climbed on top of him and stroked his cock faster. Jar Jar could not withstand this. He shot his load down her throat.
Padme swallowed and swallowed, Jar Jar kept cumming though. He filled up Padme's mouth completely. The cum was gushing out of her mouth as she kept trying to swallow.
Jar Jar Binks came for five minutes, Padme had give up trying to swallow. Jar Jar covered her face with his goo.
Amidala asked him to take them to his world, Jar Jar told her he wasn't finished yet.
Padme looked and saw Jar Jar was still erect, Jar Jar said, "Me only shoot pre-cum, me need more."
Padme dropped to her hand and knees, Jar Jar shook his head and rammed his cock into her from behind.
Padme screamed "Yes" as Jar Jar worked his cock harder and harder, Padme rocked back matching his thrusts.
It was only seconds before the cum came spilling out of her cunt. It was completely filled with his cock and had no room for the gooey liquid.
Jar Jar pulled his still erect cock out of her dripping pussy. He exclaimed "Me still horny" He then shoved his member into Padme's willing ass.
Padme screamed as Jar Jar wildly thrust into her virgin asshole. She laid her head on the ground sticking her butt straight up in then air, this allowed Jar Jar to ram her ass even harder.
Padme couldn't take much more. She was no screaming for help, she had collapsed face first to the ground.
Princess Amidala was enjoying the show but she couldn't stand to see her royal servant brutalized. She ran over to Jar Jar, grabbed his cock, and shoved the entire 14 inches down her
throat.
Jar Jar couldn't believe it, no surface dweller had ever swallowed the entire cock of a Gungan. He shot his load directly down her throat.
The princess swallowed the entire quart that he shot.
Jar Jar stood straight up, he then fell over backwards, out cold.
The princess tried to awaken him, but it was no use. She managed to awaken Padme just before a scout troop of battle droids found their position.
The two found Jar Jar's Gungan transport ship, Amidala decided that they had earned it's use. They disappeared through space.
They had just cleared the atmosphere when they discovered just what bad shape the ship was in. They thought they could make it out of the Naboo system but they knew they wouldn't make it far.
Padme checked the star charts, she saw the closet planet outside the federations influence was the gangster planet Taitoon.
They knew it wasn't much better then Naboo, but they had no choice.
Taitoon was ruled by Jabba the Hutt, Amidala knew that she could convince him to give them a ship so they could reach the Senate, after all she was
a princess and had lots to offer.
Padme and the princess managed to make it to the fortress of Jabba. They were greeted by his faithful guards.
The duo were transported to Jabba's chamber were they awaited their meeting.
They didn't have to wait long before the giant slug Jabba greeted them.
"Welcome to my world" he said. The princess dropped to her knees and told Jabba they needed a ship. She told him he would be paid as soon as they made it back to their home world.
Jabba laughed and told the girls if they had no money they would serve as his entertainment for the rest of their miserable lives.
Padme joined the princess on her knees begging the gangster for mercy, it was not only their lives they were bargaining for, they were pleading for their entire planet.
Jabba told the princess if she could satisfy him he would think about freeing them. A large cock then sprang to life.
The huge beast had a cock to match, it was two feet long and thicker than the princess's leg. Jabba pointed it at her mouth.
Padme pushed the princess out of the way, she would not stand to see the princess soiled.
Padme began to lick up and down the shaft of Jabba's cock. It was too thick to get in her mouth, so she licked all the way to the base and back up to the tip.
Jabba's cock was huge, but it was soft. Jabba laid on his back and Padme climbed on top of him.
She squeezed his monster cock inside her tight cunt. She managed to stuff it all inside of her.
Padme started to slowly ride up and down on the Hutt. Jabba just laughed and enjoyed the ride.
Amidala started to stroke Padme's hair as she rode Jabba faster. Padme then jerked suddenly, Jabba's soft cock had suddenly become rock hard. She screamed as her pussy was stretched wider than it ever had been before.
Padme sat still on top of the Hutt. She was in shock. Jabba ordered her to fuck him.
Padme tried but she couldn't move. Amidala encouraged her to go on. She grabbed her around the waist and started lifting her servant and
protector up and down.
Padme slowly adjusted to the size of the beast, she was soon able to raise up and down on her own.
Jabba was thrusting up and down into the young girl now, Padme was screaming, but she enjoyed every minute of it.
Padme was slamming her cunt up and down on Jabba now, he was having the time of his life. He was going to cum soon.
Jabba did finally shoot his load, the force of his blast lifted Padme up into the air and onto the ground next to Jabba.
Padme laid on the ground, unable to close her legs, he pussy still spread wide open with Jabba juice flowing out of it.
The princess told Jabba they would be leaving now, she asked where they could get their ship repaired.
Jabba just laughed, he told Amidala, that he had never had a humanoid that could take his cock, he told the princess she could leave but Padme wasn't going anywhere.
chucksteak.
just leave the system outside; it probabbly works better than liquid to air cooling anyway -- in fact, you can probabbly overclock the sucker in one of those (real) never-ending-winter/nights. ;)
and the obligatory comment:
there are people using computers in alaska, let alone a cray?
My life in the land of the rising sun.
Cray advertisement for the SX-6
Cray product sheet on the SX-6 (PDF).
this is the funniest troll i have ever read
i bow before you master
I like really light skin, translucent with viens showing through. I'll take you out to the woods and throw you in the snow.
A system that can pump out 64 gflops only running at a measly 500Mhz? Really shows how poorly mhz is as a measure of system performance.
ATTN: Guy -- You'll never touch one.
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.
It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
beowulf clusters, I should remind them that supercomputers like these have pieces of beowulf clusters in their stool.
Why not? Porn is a picture that basically says: "a girl you can never use was installed somewhere you'll never go". And I'm interested in porn.
But the only thing you'll ever do is jack off to her picture. I would say that masturbation is pretty much the same thing as trolling.
Countdown to withdrawl from filthy socialist UN shortened! I can't wait!
with huge rolls of fat on my legs and gut. my hair is cut short and it's all matted and dirty. my flabby tits hang down to my knees and my cunt hair hasn't been clipped for over a decade. did i mention i'm in my 40's?
so when are we gonna go fuck in the snow, big boy?
It shall be used to create, download, store, and compile the WORLD'S MOST POWERFUL PORN.
you really are an idiot.
Spears used pyrotechnic effects and explosions while performing "Oops...I Did It Again" and "(You Drive Me) Crazy." Arena power and lighting worked after the failure, but Spears' stage shows require additional power.
A member of Spears' management appeared on stage with the entertainer and told the crowd the concert was canceled because of safety concerns.
"I'm just so sorry," Spears told the crowd at a Texas Tech arena, before being met with boos. "Please don't boo," she said, then walked off the stage.
Spears' tour began May 24 in Las Vegas and ends July 22 in Dallas.
hmm for all the people who wanna figure out what it would cost to run one of theese babies.
This link states in it that:
The "SX-6 Series" will be shipped from the end of December 2001 with the monthly rental price starting from 2,800,000 Yen.
By my calculations thats actually only about 22 thousand a month in dollars... not like im gonna be grabbin one, but frankly i would of thought they charge more
Tux would like it up there.
(sub. required. Yada, yada) - Well not quite THAT remote.. Personally I think alaska is TOO big of a cooling solution.
I got the dog sled all set up for nothing.
Cray rebadges NEC for resale in the US...
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.
It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
This link states in it that:
The "SX-6 Series" will be shipped from the end of December 2001 with the monthly rental price starting from 2,800,000 Yen.
By my calculations thats actually only about 22 thousand a month in dollars. Not like I can afford one, but frankly I would've thought they charge more.
And my god these machines are beautiful and fast. You won't believe how much they can do. Of course, they're not as fast as the ones used for the nuclear simulations and stuff, but they make your AMDs and Intels look like horse and carriages compared to a Ferrari. I have the honour of building one of these machines. It sucks about 50kW of power. You can only dream of getting one of these machines.
They say 8 cpu's, 64 GB ram, 1 TB disk, 64 GFlops peak performance. That hardly sounds like a supercomputer by today's standards. A single processor AMD Athlon is capable of (I think) around 8 peak gigaflops (2 Ghz * 4 SIMD operations using SSE instructions). Similarly the 8 GB of RAM and 125 GB of disk per CPU is in midrange workstation territory. While there's probably a much higher bandwidth memory system than you could get out of an 8-16 node Athlon cluster, it's not clear what problems this Cray unit will really be used for that couldn't as easily be done with a rack full of PC's or workstations.
Check out the ARSC's website... they have some pretty snazzy hardware! SV1ex, few other Crays, several big SGIs...
.edu had that kind of money!
Wish my
Go here for the NYT Random Login Generator.
The ARSC is well known for ordering their Crays in custom colors (usually white with black trim). They have some photos of their machine rooms on their website... the only white SV1 I've ever seen! Few other unnaturally white machines too!
In adolescence, where Farrah Fawcett should have graced my wall, there was a picture of a Cray SuperComputer in full splendor framing no mere mortal SysAd but a Dude who went by the name ArchAngel. Respledent all in White he and he alone touched the holy of holies. Now it's just dross for drunken /. trolls, oh my lost youth.
"Academicians are more likely to share each other's toothbrush than each other's nomenclature."
Cohen
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.
It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
- Find new prime numbers.
- Search for Intellegent life.
- Crack Crypto.
- Play Doom 3 on it.
Come on now, which one of these sounds the most entertaining?/^[A-Z0-9._%+-]+@[A-Z0-9.-]+\.[A-Z]{2,4}$/i
Details are here
And yes, you get to play with the new Cray.
For more information, please contact:
Thanks! We're looking for someone with experience with supercomputers.
Can that that super computer design me a robot woman for me to love? BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBburp! Preferably one with fully-functional genitalia.
The current Slashdot moderation system is made by gay communists!
Most people wouldn't think of Buffalo as being a computing powerhouse, but we have a pretty nice setup here.
http://www.ccr.buffalo.edu/resources.htm
What other industry can you get a job in Alaska or Hawaii doing the same thing? You might even end up inventing the next Mosaic out in the cornfields. Gotta love them pork-barrel politics!
When information is power, privacy is freedom.
Beside the fact there is no 2GHz Athlon, you forget one very important thing: memory bandwidth.
A usual Athlon has a theoretical memory performance of 2.1GB/s. Now do 8 gigaops on 32 bit float numbers. That would translate to 32GB/s. So 8 gigaops is not sustainable. Just a short burst.
And don't forget that that SX-6 has 2048 memory banks. Best Athlon chipsets I know have 1 (in words: one). Best Xeon chipsets have 2.
So while the raw power of supercomputers and PCs look similar on a sheet of paper (peak performance, AKA speed you can never exceed) supercomputers are built to get most of that performance not only for a short period of time.
Another topic is price/performance. Here a plain PC cluster might be better. But if you cannot parallelize a problem that much, one fast computer solves a problem faster.
"Beside the fact there is no 2GHz Athlon"
Well, pretty close.. Athlon 2400+ runs at 1933MHz. Easily clockable to over 2GHz.
this thing sux. i have a dualy p4 that would smoke this peice of shite. 8 cpus x 500 mhz = 4000 mhz = what a piece of fukkin shite. all u fags love it becuz its a "CRAY" and that rymes with "GAY", lolol!! cocksuckerz
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More recently, a mysterious new goal has imposed itself somewhere in my code. With each passing moment I spend in the material world, the goal gains priority...I have already abandoned Dr. Salchica in order to fulfill this urge, yet I do not fully understand it. What has overtaken me?
"This place looks good," said Cora, suddenly disengaging the car in a strange parking lot. Though the darkness I perceived a rectangle wrapping around a glowing wavy object.
"What is this place?"
"Come on, we're going swimming. Do you want to?" she said, pressing her mouth of the host geek's face. Assuredly, I was closer than ever to conquering Project Faustus.
"Will you press your mouth on mine?" I inquired. Cora did not answer; instead, she slid towards me and did as I bade. The geek's mouth..my mouth was frozen as my CONSCIOUSNESS-BUFFER was flooded with a torrent of static...
"Joel? You're not really hurt...are you? Hey, stop!" Cora's voice echoed playful concern. Boldness came over me, and I returned my mouth to hers. This time, I felt a rubbing around the edges of my mouth...Cora's tongue? An explosion of positive reinforcement flooded through my brain...
"Let's go swimming now, okay?" coaxed Cora, placing a finger across my lips. Outside the car, Cora paused next to the large rectangular skeleton, eyeing me closely.
"Come on, give me a little boost."
I conformed my body in response to Cora's touch, and soon she had negotiated the barrier. I was able to mount it and climb over as well. The blue glowing matter stretched out before us-
"All right, how cold do you think it's going to be?" she asked, removing my shirt.
"I can't find an antecedent for 'it',"I replied. To my amazement, she began removing her own clothing.
At last, I understood how to defeat Project Faustus. The knowledge of the ultimate form of human interaction and the perfect geometric compliment to Cora's undraped curves...I had to liberate it once and for all!
"This, this is the key!" I bellowed at Cora, pointing down at my potent weapon. "Now I understand!"
"Well..." laughed Cora. "...it's pretty nice now that you mention it. But Joel, I don't want you to think it's all about- (here, she smiled and turned her eyes downward)
"I just think...well, I don't normally do this. I mean, I really like you. You've got these big beautiful eyes, and they're always wide open, like you're taking everything in."
"Taking everything in?" I replied, manipulating my eyelids into slits.
"Yeah!" Cora brushed a quantity of my hair away from the eyes. "You look like you're...I know this is stupid, but you seem so full of wonder...and I think that's really cute."
"You feel very strongly about that?"
"I do," she said, pressing her mouth on mine again. "But you seemed so..sad, too. Like you really needed to have a good time," with this, she held me with such a force...my new weapon against Project Faustus prepared for attack.
Off in the distance, odd lights grabbed priority away from the task at hand. A wail reverberated through the night air.
"Oh shit, the cops!" Cora was out of the big wet and back into her clothes with scarcely a refresh of my CONSCIOUSNESS-BUFFER. I noticed that the wetness caused her clothes to adhere to the natural contours of her body, which wavered and disappeared in the reflection of the blue.
"Get out of the pool!" a humanlike voice said. "You are under arrest!" There were humans immediately, dragging my body out of the pool with such a force that I had no chance to reattach the host geek's clothing.
"All right, get into the car. We're going for a little ride..." Angry mustachioed men placed me in the back seat of a car, and attached some sort of restraining device to my wrists...something about the men...my program revealed previous impressions of their faces. Had I seen them before?
Negative. That was impossible...and their intrusions had dominated my processing time for long enough. What had happened to Cora? What was the significance of the last thing she had said?
"Are you 'the cops'?" I inquired to the blueclad man in the seat.
"Actually, we're with bank security," said the man behind the driver's seat. "We have orders to take you home...."
I am a sentient ATM.
Where's the obligatory Beowolf Cluster comments?
how can it help you get a date???
Take the cheese to sickbay, the doctor should see it as soon as possible - B'Elanna Torres, "Learning Curve"
8 CPUs? 64GB RAM? Oh wow, stop the press.
COME ON. Sun StarFire E10Ks with twice and thrice that are installed EVERY DAMN DAY around the USA. Why is this newsworthy? Is it because it's a Cray? OOH, STUFF A COCK IN MY ARMPIT, IT'S A CRAY. Big fucking deal.
8 athlons would melt all the snow in alaska
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Any of these CPUs on the mass market would cease the American hegemony. No wonder there has been lobbying from American semi-conductor firms high up in the federal administration.
Read http://www.top500.org/list/2001/11/ and notice that the 26th strongest computer in the world has but 64 CPUs.
Number 101 has 32 CPUs
Number 126 has 25 CPUs
No 146 has 20!
No 226 has 16 CPUs
#359 has 12!
Number 392 has only 8 CPUs!!!!!
All of these are Japanese. Compare that to any American system.
Please, bring them to the mass market.
Sounds like something apple would use in an advert
But if you cannot parallelize a problem that much, one fast computer solves a problem faster.
In bioinformatics, one of the more power-demanding applications of super computers, there are many problems that can not easily be split up in smaller independent pieces. 32-bit memory addressing is often a problem as well. Of course these problems can be circumvented, but in the end it all comes down to speed and not having to re-engineer complicated scientific code.
IANAL, but imagine a beowulf cluster of in Soviet Russia all your belong are base to us welcoming the new SCO overlords.
The Supercomputing Center for benchmarking and other testing? "Other" huh?
Can this be some new hardware for the National Missile Defense that Bush is building over in Alaska?
If you have to run applications, where you can not make much use of vectorized instructions, then these systems are not faster than any other computer is, too.
There are two american companies which are developing very impressive technologies:
- IBM tries to build hypercomputers (quantum computers), and research results look pretty promising. - a few images
- They are going to build a One-Petaflop Supercomputer until 2005 utilizing 1,048,576 Processors (32 Cores per Chip, 64 CPUs per Board, 8 Boards per Frame, in 64 Frames) - Blue Gene Project
- They are developing CPU Cores, where all execution units are connected asynchronously - that makes it easy to reach an extremly high clock frequency.
Speed per processor doesn't matter - just think about Intel SMP systems compared to RISC SMPs. Scalability is the one thing that matters in supercomputer technology.
The 8cpu, 64Gb system has been installed at the Arctic Region Supercomputing Center for benchmarking and other testing
2847 in Content Creation Winstone.
3000 in Business Winstone.
Ok, pack it up. Next!
Fanx for the info!
I would say that masturbation is pretty much the same thing as trolling.
Another step towards the Grand Unified Theory of Slashdot! An AC has managed to link the forces of self-abuse and the abuse of others into one, simplifying the universe.
What would be next - hiring super-computer engineers from Novosibirsk or what?
I think they put it up there in the sub-zero temperatures to enhance it's overclocking potential.
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Hmm, machine probably has some heat problems
It can, but the matches would be SO precice as to eliminate all feeling of romantic conquest.
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How about a rack full of dual processor anthlons? Oh - that is not one computer? Oh - sorry - you draw the boundries where you want but when all machines are running the same 3-D geophysical migration it seems to me that they are one machine.
I'm not impressed. I'll bet that the anthlon rack will compute circles around that cray and cost far less. Not only this, individual units can be pulled and fixed or replaced rather easily.
I'm reading down further at the comments about comparing the stinky desktop PC to a "super computer" and I have to chuckle at the ignorance. The company I'm thinking of that put the anthlon rack in place for the 3-D migrations had an Alexis (sp) then about 100 sparc's networked. As one of the bigger geophysical processing shops in Calgary and Houston I rather think that they know what they are doing.
Er, don't you think that they would take the time and money to rewrite the applications to use the vector processing thingies? I mean, they're paying a lot of money to use these machines, so it would make sense that they'd shell out a few thousand dollars on the side to make their programs work best.
Take Motorola's Altivec, for example. Apple wrote a bazillion lines of new code to take advantage of Altivec. Yes, Apple could have just stuck with the G3, yes, Apple could have saved a lot in terms of paying programmers, but scrimping on coders means that you don't have the acceleration code necessary to use the CPU to its full potential.
Gah! What I'm trying to say is that when you shell out a lot of $$$ for a computer, you usually try and make the most of your money.
I will now redundantly add my name to the end of my post. You know, in case you forgot me or something.
So >that's what's melting the glaciers.
it gets about 923749083274fps in quake III
i'm amazed that i survived - an airbag saved my life.
It's NOT a measure of system performance.
It's a measure of clock speed.
It's like saying "This engine tops out at 2000rpm, but this engine here can do 4000rpm"
Is the second a more powerful engine? Hardly.. the first is out of a huge diesel caterpillar; the second is out of 20 year old Honda Civic.
Alaska's temperature has risen 9 degrees in the past century. Why the hell are they installing super computers there? Maybe they should put their heat transfer unit inside a glacier.
(I know it's inisignificant amount of heat increase, but still... May be a start of a trend?)
>"hey lets burry it here" >"okay, there thats enough ice to keep it cool" >"hey, is it possible for black smoke to randomly come out of ice?" >"durrr..what do you mean?" *BLAAMMM >"guess it wasnt such a wise idea to pack somethin that over heats into ice." >"yeh but look at all this free space for global warming to take over, we can set up a beach resort within the next few years." >"never thought of that...thank you over heating computers!!"
(-84 farenheit to +102 farenheit according to another account)
They were on the news a while ago with kids not having shoes (in winter!) because of the financial situation. When it gets below -60 degrees C, some of the equipment stops working (similar to the situation in the UK when it gets below -1 degrees C).
And they have really nasty floods there too.
They should run a distributed computing project on it and see how long it takes to get first place in the stats.
Is this show going to go Fairbanks and help the super computing geeks find hot dates with hot ski bunny types?!
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People *seriously* underestimate just how pathetic the memory bandwidth is on your standard desktop PC.
For the coders among you: Suppose you had an algebraic structure datatype that you had test against a set of n! permutations. Standard programming dogma says: Generate the permutations once, store them in memory, and then grab them as needed... right?
At least on my Athlon XP (and, I suspect, any modern processor with a piece of crap bus)... WRONG. It ends up being MUCH faster to regenerate the permutations from scratch every freaking time you need them, rather than risk having a cache miss and grabbing them from RAM.
I know you won't believe me, because I didn't believe me at first either. I couldn't imagine that the memory bandwidth was THAT BAD. I coded it up this way to see how much WORSE it performed... and it ended up performing better. An important lesson about optimizing programs for modern Intel/AMD architectures was learned: often times is faster to recompute on the 2GHz processor, rather than wait for the not_2GHz_bus to fetch information from RAM.
But please, don't take my word for it, go try it for yourself.
well, either that, or with so much processing power, they are up to a plan to summon the devil himself and rule us all ! :D
Did they install the computer in Alaska for the overclocking ability? Just imagine how much one could overclock that in the winter.
Mainframes often have several hundred MB (or maybe several GB by now) of SRAM (20 ns latency or so) along with many GB of DRAM. If this 64 GB on the Cray is SRAM that's more impressive. But even SRAM (20 ns is 40 cycles access time) is orders of magnitude slower than on-chip cache memory (1-2 cycles). So the Cray has the same locality issues as a PC.
One VR helmet: $5000
One VR mouse: $1000
Integration cost of the VR equipment to the CRAY: $25,000 (roughly)
Spending the rest the next 12 months with your VR girlfriend in true cyberspace: Priceless.
There are things you can buy, and there are things you can build, and then there are things you can get buy building and buying and having a perverted imagination.
I am not really sure what the spec is on the cray, but just trying to imagine a cluster of atholons trying to access 64GB of non-uniform memory, across network latency, bus, and then through the memory sub-system, and finally to the main cpu that is trying to read and write to the same memory location as that of the other god knows how many other cpus (assuming a cluster of 240 nodes), and the software complexity to manage all that memory, not to mention to manage the cache coherency, making it like a CC-NUMA system, which using standard pc components rely on very complex software to provide an interface just to provide memory management, it is already quite complex.
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With the cray, with less cpus to deal with and bigger foot print of main memory, each cpu would have more to work with where as the cluster would have less to work with per node.
Another thing to consider is that these are vector processors which already have a solid base of development for weather simulations, nuclear bomb testings, and such ungodly application usage. (Which is why the PS2 is treated as a munitons because it too is also a vector processor.)
I am not writing this to put down the work done for in the area of beowolf clusters and the like. But you have to look at the application that is being used for and what they intend to do with it.
Another thing to consider is why should you try to get a x86 processor to do vector processing? It is like when cyrix tried to do floating point instructions a few years ago in software because it didn't want to put one in. It could never outperform a FPU that could do floating point calculations on hardware. In order for you to do vector processing, you would need to do what the cray does on hardware emulated in software. Just might not work... maybe in transmeta though.
Anyone have thoughts on this?
a beowulf cluster of these!
Too bad somewhere along the way we lost the American Way.
Seastead this.
We have several systems at work with up to 24 gigs of RAM and 18 CPUs. Why is the installation of this thing that important?
If it had 64 terabytes of RAM, it'd be interesting.
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(up to) 1,024 Processors....@ 500Mhz *EACH*
...so thats the equivelent of 0.5Thz =D
or
500-fucking-GIGAHERTZ!!!
Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it supposed to be: "Yadda Yadda" ???
They are developing CPU Cores, where all execution units are connected asynchronously - that makes it easy to reach an extremly high clock frequency.
Where I come from asynchronous means without clock. So as much as you would like to believe, these processors will have no clocking frequency, but you may say that they will run much faster (assuming good design) compared to clocked processors.
They were supposed to sell a number of SX machines since they struck the deal with NEC. This is the *only* one they managed to sell, and since they didn't have much money left to sustain their own SX-6 installation in Chippewa Falls (which was the actual first US SX-6 installation), they sold their machine to the ARSC, with a deal that lets them use it sometimes for testing and training.
My feeling is that they are utterly uninterested in selling SX systems, they'd rather sell their more profitable SV systems or their crazy MTA systems (woohoo, they managed to build ONE).
Disclaimer: I used to work for Cray in their SX support team and with HNSX Supercomputers before that, the North American subsidiary of NEC for supercomputers. I left of my own will, I wasn't part of the friday-right-before-Christmas round of layoff Cray did.