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3D Raytracing Chip Shown at CeBIT
An anonymous reader submits "As noted at heise.de Saarland University is showing a prototype of a 3D Raytracing Card at CeBIT2005. The FPGA is clocked at 90 MHz and is 3-5 times faster in raytracing then a Pentium4 CPU with 30 times more MHz.
Besides game engines using raytracing there was a scene of a Boeing with 350 million polygons rendered in realtime."
Nothing to see here, move on. The site slashdotted in real time.
I was seated out in the garden, behind the kitchen in or favourite
place, which was a long table and chairs that had an umbrella covering
the lot. You know the type, where the umbrella goes through the middle
of the table. The sun in summer is always pretty bad here, so even
sitting in the back yard mid-morning is a touch too warm at times.
The ladies this morning were a bit slow off the mark, but that was
nothing new. My wife tended to fall out of bed maybe around nine on
weekends, and Arundhuti was worse, often getting up around lunchtime.
Around 11 I was surprised to see both ladies, my wife and Arundhuti,
coming out of the kitchen and across the grass dressed in those
wrap-around sarongs that tie up just over the breasts. Both had picked
rather red or orange colours which looked rather bright and nice in the
back yard. I complimented them on their attire as they sat to join me.
We sat for a while, drinking some water or lemonade, and just talked
about university, our upcoming holiday interstate. My wife got up and
excused herself, saying that she needed to go to the toilet for a
while. We said the usual comments about having fun and not falling in,
and waved her off.
"Damn", Arundhuti said.
I chuckled. "Why?"
"Because I needed to go just now too." She brightened. "You
wouldn't mind if I went here, would you? She gave me one of those
pretty smiles that don't permit a guy to say other than OK.
"Sure, why not. Knock yourself out! I'll keep an eye out for the
boss's return!"
"Thanks", she said. With that, she turned her chair side on to the
table, and leaned back in the chair. Then she just pulled the cloth of
the sarong from under her backside, so that it bunched up in the small
of her back. What was revealed to the sun and morning air was her
naked pussy!. She pulled her feet up onto the chair so that she was
looking between her knees. Looking at me a little uncertainly, with a
wry grin, she peered between her legs, visibly relaxed and with a
glance towards the kitchen window, , put her hands on either side of
her pussy and pulled the lips apart to expose her inner parts to the
air. I was transfixed with fascination as I watched her. She started
to pee, a small dribble to start with and then, as she relaxed more,
released a stream of pee that arced into the air about her head height,
and landed around a metre or so beyond her butt. I was rather
impressed. Not only did she spill none on her chair, but also the
stream of pee in the air caught the sunshine rather well and to my mind
was rather beautiful. I must confess that I also liked the display of
her puckered anus, rather cute as well.
Arundhuti had smiled the whole way through. Her pleasure in the
release of her pee was obvious. She sat back in her chair, restored
her clothing, and gave me a huge smile.
"That was so cool, " she enthused. "I've always wanted to do
that!"
Arundhuti was relaxed and drinking at the table again when her mother
returned. I had to hide a hardon from both the eroticism of
Arundhuti's act, as well as just the sheer beauty of her pussy and
asshole in the sun! We enjoyed the rest of the morning outside.
After lunch my wife had to go to the hairdresser. I said I would
shower and read a book while she was gone. Arundhuti had already
scooted to the quiet of her room. As the car left the driveway, I
heard Arundhuti's door open, and her pixie like face poke out, long
hair swinging beside it.
"Is she gone?", she asked.
"Yeah, sure, why?" I replied in confusion, the shower temporarily
forgotten.
"I'll show you!", she replied. Arundhuti exited her room,
dressed as before.
She padded on bare feet on the tiles of the hallway. I followed
curious out to the kitchen, and back out to the yard.
"I co
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Too bad you screwed up your mythology as 666 refers to Christianity whereas Cthulhu and the Lovecraft mythology had no connection to Christianity. Nice try though, I can tell you may have seen the movies but not read any of the stories.
No, you should have used "than" here. Here are some examples of the proper usage(s) of then and than:
Generally, if you think THAN=comparisson, you're okay. Really, it may seem petty, but glaring grammatical errors like this are an immediate turn-off. I read stuff like this and immediately assume the author is a nitwit and don't bother reading further.
"Would it kill you to put down the toilet seat?" -- Maya Angelou
THE TALE OF TWO HASHISH-EATERS (Traditional)
From 1001 Arabian Nights
There was once, my lord and crown upon my head, a man in a certain city, who was a fisherman by trade and a hashish-eater by occupation. When he had earned his daily wage, he would spend a little of it on food and the rest on a sufficiency of that hilarious herb. He took his hashish three times a day: once in the morning on an empty stomach, once at noon, and once at sundown. Thus he was never lacking in extravagent gaity. Yet he worked hard enough at his fishing, though sometimes in a very extravagent fashion.
On a certain evening, for instance, when he had taken a larger dose of his favorite drug than usual, he lit a tallow candle and sat in front of it, asking himself eager questions and answering with obliging wit. After some hours of this delight, he became aware of the cool silence of the night about him and the clear light of a full moon abouve his head, and exclaimed affably to himself: "Dear friend, the silent streets and the cool of the moon invite us to a walk. Let us go forth, while all the world is in bed and none may mar our solitary exaltation." Speaking in this way to himself, the fisherman left his house and began to walk towards the river; but, as he went, he saw the light of the full moon lying in the roadway and took it to be the water of the river. "My dear old friend the fisherman," he said, "get your line and take the best of the fishing, while your rivals are indoors." So he ran back and fetched his hook and line, and cast into the glittering patch of moonlight on the road.
Soon an enormous dog, tempted by the smell of the bait, swallowed the hook greedily and then, feeling the barb, made desperate efforts to get loose. The fisherman struggled for some time against this enormous fish, but at last he was pulled over and rolled into the moonlight. Even then he would not let go his line, but held on grimly, uttering frightened cries. "Help, help, good Mussulmans!" he shouted. "Help me to secure this mighty fish, for he is dragging me into the deeps! Help, help, good friends, for I am drowning!" The guards of that quarter ran up at the noise and began laughing at the fisherman's antics; but when he yelled: "Allah curse you, O sons of bitches! Is it a time to laugh when I am drowning?" they grew angry and, after giving him a sound beating, dragged him into the presence of the kadi.
At this point Shahrazad saw the approach of morning and discreetly fell silent.
BUT WHEN THE SEVEN-HUNDRED-AND-NINETY-EIGHTH NIGHT HAD COME SHE said:
Allah had willed that the kadi should also be addicted to the use of hashish; recognizing that the prisoner was under that jocund influence, he rated the guards soundly and dismissed them. Then he handed over the fisherman to his slaves that they might give him a bed for calm sleep. After a pleasant night and a day given up to the consumption of excellent food, the fisherman was called to the kadi in the evening and received by him like a brother. His host supped with him; and then the two sat opposite the lighted candles and each swallowed enough hashish to destroy a hundred-year-old elephant. When the drug exalted their natural dispositions, they undressed completely and began to dance about, singing and committing a thousand extravagances.
Now it happened that the Sultan and his wazir were walking through the city, disguised as merchants, and heard a strange noise rising from the kadi's house. They entered through the unlatched door and found two naked men, who stopped dancing at their entrance and welcomed them without the least embarrassment. The Sultan sat down to watch his venerable kadi dance again; but when he saw that the other man had a dark and lively zabb, so long that the eye might not carry to the end of it, he whispered in his wazir's startled ear: "As Allah lives, our kadi is not as
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