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Efficient Supercomputing with Green Destiny
gManZboy writes: "Is it an oxymoron to have an efficient supercomputer? Wu-Chun Feng (Los Alamos National Laboratory) doesn't believe so - Green Destiny and its children are Transmeta-based supercomputers that Wu thinks are fast enough, at a fraction of the heat/energy/cost, according to ACM Queue." 240 processors running under 5.2kW (or less!) is nothing to sneeze at. The article offers up this question: might there be other metrics that might be important to supercomputing, rather than relying solely on processing speed?
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Funny, it seems like I've SEEN THIS POST BEFORE. Sheesh, karma whore. Go on, tell us some more about your #$@$% amazing blade server.
to deeznutz. bowdown. w00f.
i thought green destiny was a sword that everyone was after in that crouching tiger hidden donkey movie... maybe they just wanted to sound cool and be like "I HAVE THE POWER, I HAVE... THE GREEN DESTINY!"
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Bowdown to beefiness that is deeznutz. w00f.
This is funny.
I agrea this post should be modded +1 insightful. Those hats are gay. Anyone that says different is just pulling your dick.
Stop fucking around, gay nigger troll.
The Greater Nashville Auburn Association aren't amused with your sick jokes...
Untitled, inspired by Scooby Doo
*GROOBY ROOBY ROOOOOO!!!* exclaimed Scooby, as his powerful 12* inches of angry canine lovestick spewed gallon after gallon of semen over Daphne*s naked ass and thighs.
*Oh Scooby, that was amazing, as always,* panted Daphne, as the dregs of her 5th consecutive orgasm died away. *But I do wish you would keep your voice down in the future; you know what my Freddy*s like, he gets so jealous * I sure he knows there*s something between us.*
Fred and Daphne had been *going steady* for some time now, Fred believing Daphne to be a virgin; however, Daphne had neglected to mention to him the hot lesbian affair she was conducting with Velma (the way she cried *Jinkies!* upon climax still rang in Daphne*s ears) and the fact that she was here in the back of the Mystery Machine every other night, letting Scooby satisfy his animalistic urges upon her.
But she knew she was a slut, and, goddamn it, she liked it. If it had a pulse, or even if it didn*t (as had been the case with numerous supernatural entities in the past), hell, then she was game.
Much as she loved Fred for his sturdy sensibility, his all-American good looks, and his impeccable dress-sense, she found him prudish at times. *Not until we*re married, Daph!* he would protest, each time she made her amorous advances towards him. Maybe it was his strict Catholic upbringing. Was it any wonder, she often reasoned, that she had to satisfy her cravings elsewhere? If only Fred could understand, if only he could see the fires that burned within her, within her very being, within her moist and welcoming loins*
Well, in the meantime*
*You ready to go again, Scoob?* she purred, winking seductively, and already back on all-fours.
*UR-HUR-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!* chuckled Scooby, obviously overjoyed at the prospect.
Just as Scooby was getting ready to deftly plunge his gargantuan helmet into Daphne*s juicy crevice, Daphne warned: *Please, Scooby, try to keep it down this time * I don*t want Freddy to hear**
*You don*t want Freddy to hear what?*
They both looked round. The doors of the Mystery Machine were torn open, and there, his white sweater glinting in the moonlight, stood Fred, the fire of anger burning fiercely behind his eyes. He surveyed the scene before him - the Great Dane, in an obvious state of extreme arousal, hunched over his precious Daphne*s naked ass - and he felt decidedly un-Christian thoughts brewing in his mind.
*You don*t want Freddy to hear*what???* Fred repeated, with even more bile.
*Freddy!!! I*I*it*s not what it seems*we were just*Scooby! Get off! Bad dog!*, Daphne stuttered and protested, trying in vain to pin the blame upon Scooby.
*Oh don*t start with that shit, you fucking bitch,* spat Fred, his face contorted. *I know what you two have been up to. Every night you come out here, I*ve been watching you through the Mystery Machine*s windscreen. You two make me sick*.
*But,* he continued, *as I watched more of your trysts, I came to realize that*I like sick.*
An evil, mischievous grin spread across his lips.
*And now*it*s time for your punishment.*
Unable to move, unable to breathe, Daphne and Scooby watched transfixed as Fred produced a number of items he had been concealing behind his back; a coat hanger; a 12-inch, jet-black dildo; a length of barbed wire; an extra large tube of KY Jelly; and a curious, shapeless item that neither of them could make out in the gloom.
*RAAAGGYYY!!!! RELLLLP!!!!* cried Scooby in desperation.
*Oh, Shaggy can*t hear you,* said Fred, advancing on the pair menacingly. *I*m afraid I had to introduce him and Velma to the joys of S&M, followed by violent anal rape, followed by death.*
*Freddy? Wha*what*s happened to you?* stammered Daphne.
*Oh, nothing much, baby*I just decided to start living,* said Fred through clenched teeth. *Unfortunately, the exact opposite can be said for our little friend here**
With which Fred b
I had sex with Tom1 through to 6, how about you number 7 wanna fuck!?
Nuclear bomb heaven, etc.