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512MB GeForce 6800 Ultra Reviewed
Timmus writes "If you thought the $500 GeForce 6800 Ultra and $550 Radeon X850 XT PE were excessive, wait until you see nVidia's GeForce 6800 Ultra 512MB: it officially retails for $999.99! Firingsquad has a review of the card manufactured by BFG. They ran tests with 6 different configurations (including a pair of 512MB cards running in SLI) with widescreen benchmarks at 1980x1200 as well."
And wouldn't you know, my fat ass cat broke my AGP port by landing on my video cable so hard that it rocked the card in the mainboard. *fry* Time for a new machine. I would probably need one anyway to support those speeds.
Sorry man... the Internet pooped on me.
Damn! You had me all excited there with your subject heading, and then I find it's just that Maureen O'Gara article again. Where's the PJ 'exposed' pictures?! We want PJ pr0n!
Pamela Jones EXPOSED (Score:-1, Troll) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday May 17, @11:42PM (#12560361) Exclusive: Who Is 'PJ' Pamela Jones of Groklaw.Net? Pamela Is A 61-Year-Old Jehovah's Witness Who Lives In A Shabby Genteel Garden Apartment In Hartsdale, New York By: Maureen O'Gara May 7, 2005 09:15 PM A few weeks ago I went looking for the elusive harridan who supposedly writes the Groklaw blog about the SCO v IBM suit. The now-famous opinion-shaping open source leader Pamela Jones, aka "PJ," doesn't give conventional face-to-face interviews. Never has, near as anyone knows. All communication is virtual. Only one person in the world has ever claimed to have met her - in the pressroom at LinuxWorld in Boston complete with a Pamela Jones badge - and described her as a fortyish reddish-blonde who giggled a lot. [Photo: May 7, 2005 12:37 PM - 304 North Central Avenue, Hartsdale, New York. The last known address of Pamela Jones, as the superintendent of the building calls it, Ms. Pam Jones.] Oh yeah? Wonder what cold crème she uses. Pamela Jones is a 61-year-old Jehovah's Witness who lives in a shabby genteel garden apartment in desperate need of an interior decorator on a heavily trafficked commercial road at 304 North Central Avenue in Hartsdale, New York. Hartsdale is in Westchester and Westchester is IBM territory. See, even though Groklaw treats cell phones like they were Kleenex and changes its unpublished numbers regularly, one number it left with a journalist led to this flat and - wouldn't you know it but - some calls from there had been placed to the courts in Utah and to the Canopy Group so obviously this just isn't any Pamela Jones. Pamela has lived in apartment 1A for 10 years at least, according to the super, who says he's watched people move in, have children, and the children marry and move away. Now, this isn't your usual anonymous New York apartment. It's practically a self-contained village where the super goes for the old ladies' groceries when there's snow on the ground and people know each other's business. [Photo: May 7, 2005 12:41 PM - 304 North Central Avenue, Hartsdale, New York. The last known address of Pamela Jones.] But the super didn't know much about Pamela except that she had a computer, worked at home (maybe sometimes) for a lawyer, was "paranoid" - his word - and "sensitive to smells." He remembered how he was cleaning paintbrushes one day and she came running down the stairs screaming "Fire." She was also missing and had been for weeks. Nobody there knew where she was. She had up and disappeared one day, and the super was worried about her. He said her son had dropped by and he didn't know where she was, and that some strange man that "nobody knew," as the super described him, had tried to get into her apartment while she was gone - the Medeco lock she had had installed on her door - something nobody else in the complex seemed to feel a need for - was more expensive than the door. But, as it happened, the super said, she had just sent in her rent in an envelope postmarked Connecticut. Like an episode out of "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego," the trail led to 10 Bittersweet Trail in Norwalk, Connecticut, 24 miles away. Sure enough, parked in the driveway was Pamela's car, just as the super had described it, a dark gray '90s Japanese number with a bunch of Jehovah Witness pamphlets tossed on the backseat. The woman at the house, Barbara Jones Sharnik, told a disjointed story. She didn't know Pamela, Pamela hated her, Pamela wasn't there, Pamela left her car there because it got bumped, Pamela left her car there because she left town, and so on. Afterwards Barbara called the cops, and then the cops called the number we left with her and the cops said that she was Pamela's mother and that Pamela was on the run and had shacked up with her mother because she had gotten "threatening mail" weeks before and that she had just gotten spooked again because "people were getting hurt around [my] stories" and had lighted out for Canada. [Photo: May 7 Read the rest of this
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KICK THE SUCKER!!
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You could also post the address of the proxy so that more people will flood it and they will both mutually ban each other.
Beware he who would deny you access to information, for in his heart he dreams himself your master. -Anonymous
May i be the first to say: lol.
Did anyone else see a flash ad for MS Visual Studio 2005 here on slashdot?
That's like going to church and seeing "cleanse your soul.. sponsored by satan" ads on the wall.
The world is ending.
We have secretly replaced these Slashdot mods' sense of humor with a rusty nail. Let's see if they notice!!
1) MOG probably was lying.
2) PJ did not specifically accuse MOG of lying:
"I therefore conclude that Ms. O'Gara has been provided with some misinformation, or she has decided to spread a bit of the Blarney sua sponte."
3) Even if PJ *did* accuse MOG of lying, that does give MOG a license to stalk and harrass PJ.