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AMD Delays Hammer
TeJarz writes "C|Net reports that their next processor (Hammer) has been rescheduled from its original Q4 release to Q1 2003. To quote C|Net: 'The delays are occurring to accommodate the release of a new version of Athlon with a 333MHz bus, said Crank. Current Athlons come with a 200MHz bus and 256KB of secondary cache.' Let's hope this doesn't get moved again."
Please , shut the fuck up you strange, sexless unwashed anime loving jerk off. what is this
bullshit pouring out of the details of your life like roger rabbit, his mother, or anyone
else on the fucking planet give s a flying fuck.
FreeBSD or die, you fucking fag Slackware shithead.
Now, after Athlons have been out for a long, LONG time, I have an Athlon XP 2000+ sitting around, patiently waiting for me to get a motherboard and case to go along with it's RAM and 80GB hard drive.
.. but then you blow your entire "i don't need to waste money" premise by buying a state-of-the-art processor and then sitting on it until it's middle of the road? i don't get it.
dude - if you've got an Athlon2000+ that's "patiently waiting around" then you must have bought the thing when it was brand new -- and paid a hell of a premium to let it sit doing nothing. same chip's probably half price now. i can almost buy your "my 550 celeron runs everything i need!" story
i could live a little longer in this prison
You LIE like a fucking RUG about getting pussy. You make think Revenge of the Nerds is real, but its not, its a VCR tape. It is such a farce that it remains on tape, which is the format jerk offs prefer, instead of moving to DVD, because jerk offs like you cant afford a DVD player. They suck, DVDs, but you catch my drift, zit case POV.
You know you wrap your 105 key, "One purple Juicy Hole - For that special Barney the Dinosaur Feel" keyboard with saran wrap when you snap your chicken to gay negro porn.
You know you are the proud owner of not one, but two FU-FME drives for you computer!. You can enjoy being the pitcher and catcher on your cheesy, crap, 4th their lame communist Chinese built fucking CRAP computer.
Suck my nuts, motherfucker.
Look at you! Look at the big man beating his chest. Your big hairy manly chest who gets blown by a woman with "purdy" lips. Your worthless rhetoric serves only as a testament to your ridiculous claims. Your story thus far is rife with holes. I mean, your girlfriend is such a mullet lusting tart that you would refer to her by measurements in a flamewar on /.? Real fuckin' great relationship, pal. Yes, my woman, 36C, who sucks me off, *.. I'm sure that a woman likes her man to trumpet her oral activities all over the Internet to prove a rather witty AC "wrong." (that'll happen, heh. maybe in the eyes of a deranged, drugged and wildly homosexual beholder.)
You are a pathetic, knavish fool. You poster of Jamie Ferrell, with whom you seem to be fantasizing about, is worn and tattered. Your several year old stained underwear is crispy from dried substances I care not to name or think about. Your tattered chair picked up from the dumpster of a collapsed union shop is saturated heavily with a musky stench of ass sweat and onions from your Burger King meals, devoured as if it were a pigmy sacrifice to the pagan GOD of corpulence.
Look how you come bravely flying out of your little corner, to defend you honest, and to talk of your nocturnal lust with your would-be damsel in distress, a rumpled, torn out page of a Playboy you were too afraid to buy and fished out of the trash of a Fraternity who jerked off on it as an imitation ritual.
I find it amusing, your fetish with numbers, Your "486SX-25, DX2-66." You sound like fucking Marvin the Martian talking of a The Illudium Pew-36 Explosive Space Modulator. Your carry your fetish for numbering things, and you wallow in your excess midsection fat draped over the keyboard tray, to your fantasy woman, who lies in two dimensions half occluded by a CompUSA mouse pad worn from red to black - knowing, one more day of anonymous blowjobs at the subway will gain you the coveted Microsoft * INTERNET OPTIOCAL MOUSE so you can program away with great fervor, showing that copy of Visual Studio just who boss of this CELERON 550.123976516MHz is!
So you get up, to take a dump, never taking your eye off the screen with 50 copies of Internet Explorer, constantly reloading Jamie Ferrell's shrine and Slashdot posts you are engaged in. XP is grinding your hard drive to a pulp, as it only has 64MB of memory, and of course, a CELERON 550.123976516MHz. As you coax your fronds of ass flesh to drape over the outside rim of your toilet seat, you burst a torrential blast to which nothing can be likened, and then you see it! A reply, and it may be controversial or something you don't want to see!
Look at you! Look at the big man beating his chest. Your big hairy manly chest who gets blown by a woman with "purdy" lips. Your worthless rhetoric serves only as a testament to your ridiculous claims. Your story thus far is rife with holes. I mean, your girlfriend is such a mullet lusting tart that you would refer to her by measurements in a flamewar on /.? Real fuckin' great relationship, pal. Yes, my woman, 36C, who sucks me off*. I'm sure that a woman likes her man to trumpet her oral activities all over the Internet to prove a rather witty AC "wrong." (that'll happen, heh. maybe in the eyes of a deranged, drugged and wildly homosexual beholder.)
You are a pathetic, knavish fool. You poster of Jamie Ferrell, with whom you seem to be fantasizing about, is worn and tattered. Your several year old stained underwear is crispy from dried substances I care not to name or think about. Your tattered chair picked up from the dumpster of a collapsed union shop is saturated heavily with a musky stench of ass sweat and onions from your Burger King meals, devoured as if it were a pigmy sacrifice to the pagan GOD of corpulence.
Look how you come bravely flying out of your little corner, to defend you honest, and to talk of your nocturnal lust with your would-be damsel in distress, a rumpled, torn out page of a Playboy you were too afraid to buy and fished out of the trash of a Fraternity who jerked off on it as an initiation ritual.
I find it amusing, your fetish with numbers, Your "486SX-25, DX2-66." You sound like fucking Marvin the Martian talking of a The Illudium Pew-36 Explosive Space Modulator. Your carry your fetish for numbering things, and you wallow in your excess midsection fat draped over the keyboard tray, to your fantasy woman, who lies in two dimensions half occluded by a CompUSA mouse pad worn from red to black - knowing, one more day of anonymous blowjobs at the subway will gain you the coveted Microsoft [TM] INTERNET OPTICAL MOUSE so you can program away with great fervor, showing that copy of Visual Studio just who boss of this CELERON 550.123976516MHz is!
So you get up, to take a dump, never taking your eye off the screen with 50 copies of Internet Explorer, constantly reloading Jamie Ferrell's shrine and Slashdot posts you are engaged in. XP is grinding your hard drive to a pulp, as it only has 64MB of memory, and of course, a CELERON 550.123976516MHz. As you coax your fronds of ass flesh to drape over the outside rim of your toilet seat, you burst a torrential blast to which nothing can be likened, and then you see it! A reply, and it may be controversial or something you don't want to see!
You quickly run back, with and unclean backside, to reply to this**
Yu0 eq teh BITER!
Im really impressed that you fux0r many women. Really. I am. Yr the stud 100%.
Biter.
Taco:
AC: Taco, is it true what the wise say?
Taco:
AC: Please Taco, I must know.
Taco: Speak, boy.
AC: Is it true Taco? Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Taco(whilst dropping his pants and bending over): Look at this... here will you find your answer
AC(now understanding The Truth): I see...
Taco(chanting):
AC: I'm understanding, Mr. Taco, I thought it was The Old Lie
Taco: No, my son, it surely is sweet and honorable, come boy, cum here
From: lindaevert [mailto:lindaevert@hotmail.com]
Sent: Friday, September 13, 2002 1:26 AM
To: lick.my.cum.soaked.underwear@fucklick.net
Subject: Goldilocks wants to sit on papa bears cock
Come play papa bear
Thank you, for showing us all that /. has the most asinine readers and that nothing past the front page is worth reading.
Hell, the top of this article has a Score:5 AC post about MBz. Holy shit, and with this.....
Screw you guys I'm going home.
You don't know how to do any HTML, do you?
You look like such a retard. Now go have that 36C hottie sit on your face.
LOL.
I "learned" HTML. Past tense. Did you ever consider the final specification for HTML has probably not been reached yet. You learned a living language. HAHAHAHAHHA. Dork.
you were so stupid, you overheated you athlon? and you are trying so hard to convince everyone you are smarter than the average techie. omfg. you are such a retard. you blew up an ahtlon. oh sweet jesus, i laughed so hard at this thread at your expense today.
Here, Slick Rick talks of his twisted desire
Children of the middle class
Let me fuck you in the ass
My velocity against your mass
You make me drool
You make me smile
Your pampered bottoms
Clad in style
Buggery buggeroo
Pull them down
So can screw
You and you and you
Father
Here, Slick Rick recalls his father before he left him and his diseased mother
A bearded man
A pedophile of sorts
Put his hand
Inside my jocky shorts
I have the right to say "no"
Everyone agrees
But tell me Father
Is it so
That I can't say "Please"?
CARELESS OF YOUR INNOCENCE
Here, Slick talks of his boylust.
Careless of your innocence
Enchanted by your youth
I wanted you
And for you greatness
Fame I never had
Me a lonely man
And you, what can I say, a sexy lad.
Careless of your innocence
But knowing of your needs
And wanting you
I catered to your fantasies
Fathering I never had
Me a jaded man
And you a knowing lad.
Careless of your innocence
I bared my love and lust
Careless of my own
But I found a friend and son
Family I never had
Me a loving man
You a loving lad
SEX OBJECT
Slick Rick in an Opera about Man Lust
SLICK RICK SINGS:
Big bouncing boobs
Get my endocrines squirtin'
Hormones take over
An' soon I'm a-flirtin'
CHORUS OF GAY BLACK MEN:
Sex object, turn me on
Sex object, let's screw
Sex object, get me off
That's what I expect of you
THE TARGET MANPUSSY SINGS:
Incredible hunks
Muscled and poised
Ignite my psyche
More than mere boys
CHORUS OF GAY BLACK MEN:
Sex object, turn me on
Sex object, let's screw
Sex object, get me off
That's what I expect of you
(HERITORHIM)
A fantastic ass
Atop slender jeaned legs
I'll make a pass
Regardless of sex
CHORUS OF GAY BLACK MEN:
Sex object, turn me on
Sex object, let's screw
Sex object, get me off
That's what I expect of you
LITTLE FETUS
Slick Rick recounts his mother's writings
D'you want to be aborted little fetus?
Or d'you want to enter the world?
D'you think you'd like pollution?
Politics and war?
Or maybe a religion
And settle an ancient score?
You don't know what it's like out there
Your mama doesn't want you
And your papa doesn't care
And you'd be a pain
A drudgery and a drain
D'you want to be aborted little fetus?
Or d'you want to experience?
D'you think you'd like sunsets?
Dogs, jokes and sex?
Or the thrill of mind and muscles moving
And knowing you're a being
Who can love?
You don't know what it's like out there
Your mama doesn't want you
And your papa doesn't care
And you'd be a pain
A drudgery and a drain
- Translating Deacon Slick Prick Rick's Freakish Babble.
I am a big computer geek.
I'm a fat unwashed sexless trollbaiter.
I'm 20 years old and I've been into these things since I was 12.
I'm 13, just got my first erection from a gay black porn site, and I don't know anything but my dad's credit card to get gay black porn.
I learned BASIC and HTML in 8th grade, and C an C++ sometimes around 10th grade, which was also when I got into using Linux (Slackware '98!).
Since I don't know anything about anything, or English for that matter, I'm going to go to Ziff Davis and copy words and stuff. He knows, BASIC, HTML, C and C++. OMFG. He is a COMPUTERING GOD. Lets worship Slick Rick and his l33t skills. [ed.]Rick, you working on any OpenSouce stuff we might have a look at, yeah, I though so. Put your money where you mouth is, asshole.[ed.]. I use Slackware because I'm a k1dd1e and I don't have to worry about package management because I don't work for a living, I prance around like a fag on Slashdot.
I have a big history in gaming, networking, programming, and fiddling around with other general random stuff, including lots of multimedia. I think I know more than Thompson, Ritchie, Kernighan and even Stroustrup. I'm so fucking l33t, Torvalds calls me for instructions on how to write HTML.
Over the years, I've gone from a 486SX 25MHz, to a DX2 66MHz, to a Cyrix 6x86 166 (don't ask what I was thinking), to a K6 233, and finally, to a Celeron 366 which I have been running for two years and am currently running at 550MHz.
What this has to do with an Opteron coming, God only knows. I have bought shit computers, well my stupid fucking dad did, and we don't have any engineering experience so we don't need FPUs or real precisions. We are techies!
This CPU works great, and it does everything I need it to do. It compiles kernels fast, it works with multimedia and video editing at a decent speed, it encodes MP3 and Ogg at a good rate, and it can handle the games I like (Quake III and Unreal Tournament, mostly).
Which, I just named 5 CPUs, Well I don't fucking want to tell you, I burned them ALL out overcl0xo1ng so I use a Texas Instruments SPEAK AND SPELL. I think kernels compiling fast on my SUPER LEET CONNER DRIVE means less than one day. I forgot to mention I don't play Q3 or UT, I lose at Q3 and UT.
Why haven't I upgraded, you ask?
[ed] I didn't ask, and no one cares you fucking lunatic.[ed]
Well, I did for a while, to an Athlon 900, and the performance was great, but I killed it myself.
I'm too fucking stupid not to drop pennies on "MOBOS" from my pocket protector. Nerds are cool.
Ever since then, I've just stuck to the Celeron.
Because I cant afford a real CPU, I use this piece of fucking shit and tell everyone on Slashdot that ITS SO FUCKING COOL.
Now, after Athlons have been out for a long, LONG time, I have an Athlon XP 2000+ sitting around, patiently waiting for me to get a motherboard and case to go along with it's RAM and 80GB hard drive.
I was attracted to a black man on my paper route, and I felt his crotch. He beat me to a pulp so I can't work. Now I cant afford to replace that motherboard I broke.
But I am patient, I'm not worried, I'm not some kinda freak that believes extremely strongly that without this boost in performance I'm gonna freakin die.
I have no money, and I'm too stupid to consult. But Linux calls me and tells me to make penguin gifs and put them at Transmeta. I'm a suppressed homo, so that's how I freak out, not by burning my ball bag on un-heat-sinked Celerons.
That said, I will probably not be getting an AMD Hammer CPU until one or two years after it's been in the market. I might get it sooner, who knows, but I am not in a hurry for this thing. There is no rush for me.
I want a Hammer. It reminds me of hammering ass. But I cant afford it. And I don't want it probably because it isn't for sale yet. My penis is getting bigger, I saw a black man in an El Camino drive by
Why? I don't know... I mean, I do a lot more with computers than most people I know running processors operating at over 1GHz or 2GHz, and I'm really happy with my simple, old, yet still fast, robust, and fully-functional Celeron 550 CPU.
I have such a piece of shit, probably with an ABIT motherboard and IDE RAID with hard drives of different sizes. But IM COOL. I have to convince you all that im cool. I'm cool FAGGORSANDS IM K3WL.
Upgrades are overrated, and anyone sweating diesel because this thing has been pushed back a few times, needs to take a chill pill, and calm down. A good thing... a TRULY good thing... is well worth waiting for.
I don't know what an upgrade is. I have had faggot CPUS my whole short life. And then the break when I OC them to 3x the original speed. I am gay and like small cache CPUs. I sweat diesel because we live in a trailer park next to an oil refinery. I use capital letter judiciously. I am cool. Linus likes me. S14ckw4r3 is cool. I wait for sex. My man lust erotic fantasy, Don King, doesn't return my phone calls.
RICK, I want you to fuck me in the ass please. I am dying to be anally accosted. I want to be ravaged like hog. I want you to dress like a farmer and make me oink like a pig. I want an ass reaming like no other. RICK, I haven't had this kind of lust for you since the crazy college days. We used to butt fuck each other in the stalls. You always told me not to flush and preferred using my feces as apposed to real lubricant. I remember your chocolaty member, your manhood, draped in my feces. Man, RICKIE, I remember. I was day dreaming, escaping into a nether world where we used to fornicate, and live in fornicatory bliss. You used to like to keep your tubes socks on to enhance they gay look. We were so flitty and light on out feet. I am so very confused these days. I have difficulty conceptualizing the time that was then in contrast to now. I mean, first you were a raging homosexual, now you wont look me in the eye because of this 36C "woman." I know that bitch is a transvestite. You are closeting your homosexuality and denying your roots in my ass!
Don't be fooled! RICK knows how to suck a dick. He may nibble, and bite, and pretend to be sheepish at first, but deep down this cock loving acolyte of shaft licks cock like a bar maid.
I am destabilizing. The world is going dark to me. I have scintillating threads of motley thoughts, my ability to control my self evanesces away! I have only an adamantine desire to see your balloon knot once again, and to have you ravage mine!
RICK - I NEED YOUR SEX. SE.CX!
techie, more like complete fag.
RICK, I want you to fuck me in the ass please. I am dying to be anally accosted. I want to be ravaged like hog. I want you to dress like a farmer and make me oink like a pig. I want an ass reaming like no other. RICK, I haven't had this kind of lust for you since the crazy college days. We used to butt fuck each other in the stalls. You always told me not to flush and preferred using my feces as apposed to real lubricant. I remember your chocolaty member, your manhood, draped in my feces. Man, RICKIE, I remember. I was day dreaming, escaping into a nether world where we used to fornicate, and live in fornicatory bliss. You used to like to keep your tubes socks on to enhance they gay look. We were so flitty and light on out feet. I am so very confused these days. I have difficulty conceptualizing the time that was then in contrast to now. I mean, first you were a raging homosexual, now you wont look me in the eye because of this 36C "woman." I know that bitch is a transvestite. You are closeting your homosexuality and denying your roots in my ass!
Don't be fooled! RICK knows how to suck a dick. He may nibble, and bite, and pretend to be sheepish at first, but deep down this cock loving acolyte of shaft licks cock like a bar maid.
I am destabilizing. The world is going dark to me. I have scintillating threads of motley thoughts, my ability to control my self evanesces away! I have only an adamantine desire to see your balloon knot once again, and to have you ravage mine!
RICK - I NEED YOUR SEX. SE.CX! ORAL.SE.CX
fuk amd an fuk intel....amd shouldnt be bullshittin.. they promised a product an they arent delivering simple as that i dont wanna hear bullshit exscuses