I need more friggin’ sleep.
My new video card arrived yesterday. (Bloody fast, considering I only ordered it Saturday night from a place on the west coast) Naturally that meant I had to run some benchmarks to compare it to my now-previous card. That just highlighted how useless synthetic benchmarks can be; the best case scenario painted only a 11% improvement in performance, yet nVidia’s own Geoforms demo, as well as Bioshock (which is what had me up late) ran so much better it was unreal – at at least a 60% improvement if not more. I’m impressed. One mid-range GeForce 9600 GT that cost me just over $200 kicks the whimpering snot out of a dual-card 7950GX2 that I paid over $600 for a year and a half ago.
I also had to deal with some stupid trolls on the blog I help run. What the hell is wrong with some people that they have nothing better to do than try and stir up crap on a niche but popular tech blog? It’s not like we did anything to them personally. They just seem to have no life outside being idiots online. Oh well – it’s not like finding their IP and stuffing it into the “Mark for moderation” filter is hard. I just weep for the future of humanity sometimes.
But enough geeking.
Did I mention the wife and I watched the Bourne trilogy over the weekend[sup]*[/sup]? Pretty good series. We also watched the Wicker Man remake (did not like the ending) and went to see The Bucket List (great flick; Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson are still awesome.)
Swampus - My morning purtification ritual involves as little as possible. I shower and shave the night before because I know that when I get up in the morning, the majority of what little energy I have at that point must be put towards keeping me vertical and shambling around while holding off a temporary but acute craving for brains. Thus, my morning consists of waking up, having a ciggie and a few minutes of surfing, then fixing my hair, taking my vitamins, a spritz of cologne, gathering my crap and leaving. (This morning also followed this with a good bit of shivering and checking behind me for body parts that may have frozen and broken off unnoticed. Brrr-r-r-r-r-rains-s-s-sss-s…)
Spaz - Once I arrive at the supermarket by my work for my ritualistic morning coffee (now there’s a segue!), I always make myself a blend of hazelnut vanilla and burnt French vanilla caramel. Great Og, but it’s good. Bordering on a foofy Starbucks-level blend, but good.
Rebo - You might as well face up to one of the natural laws of the universe, which is that nature abhors free time: The more work you try and pack into a particular time span in an effort to complete it all within that interval, the more work TPTB will see fit to give you, seeing as you’re so damn fast and efficient. This is actually the corollary to the original definition of the law, which states that the more things we invent to make long, tedious and sometimes arduous tasks faster and easier, the more tasks will appear to fill the time we’ve saved with our inventions.
Sometimes, nature is an asshole.
Hank - You need to smack your brother upside the head. With his telephone.
Manha Manha / Flutterby - Huh. A rim-roller. I always thought part of the fun was getting your thumbs all raw trying to roll those damn things up.
I can has nap now?
[sub]* Did I mention I have apparently been spelling trilogy with an extra I after the L all this time and just now caught it? I don’t know where I picked that up from, but I must’ve been doing it for decades. Lordy.[/sub]