A New

Sky Towers are tripping now.
Heavens are
Dripping far.

Towards the Eclipse of those winged, I stare.

Dripping burns, but do beware
Of the hunger
When it hungers.

She stares with some puckered face.

Globe swallowed and no more blaze.
I can see a crevice, ’tis such a sight!
They shine the gold upon this grey and fright.

I am saved now!
I am saved.

So hurry to touch the light
Before it runs.
Before it shuns.

Must escape from this hunger.

Somewhere from the sky, mortar
And gray recall
Spill over all.

But do not wait; you will die.

A breath, no longer a cry.
Although the passage
Is swelled without sage.

Who am I to know that I am crawling?
Crawling, crawling like I used to know how.
Chaos and Torture,
I commit
To you.

Water Undefined

Water Undefined, a myriad of trust. I do not hold myself accountable for the water undefined. Gon someplace far, though I shouldn’t, my trust is not hearken. My hope is never on time.

The ember that fought sits still and qualm. I do not know. I cannot show them where the road goe, because time is of the essence. But I shouldn’t let this be. My forth foot sets on the top of the stool. My arm jumps for the bright that they said was untrue! My heart is beating the same tempo that I’m breathing.

She is aone. This, I believe so.

NVIDIA GTX 480 – Specs and Price

Here’s a bit of tech news for you.

More (useful) light has finally been shed upon NVIDIA’s GeForce GTX 480 and 470 cards, slated by fanboys of the corporation to be the second coming of God.  What I mean, of course, is that we now have the price tags and specifications.

GeForce GTX 480 : 480 SP, 700/1401/1848MHz core/shader/mem, 384-bit, 1536MB, 295W TDP, US$499

GeForce GTX 470 : 448 SP, 607/1215/1674MHz core/shader/mem, 320-bit, 1280MB, 225W TDP, US$349

Source (you may want to check up on this, as they’ve lately been adding (and deleting) updates)

Through benchmarks, it appears that the GTX 470 is 5-10% faster than the Radeon HD 5850. The GTX 480 got similar results when compared with the HD 5870.

The GPUs’ launch date is still set for March 26th.

Well, it’s time for me to pull out the old piggy bank and return those interview calls. And perhaps someday, when I’m wealthy enough, I’ll even purchase a slew of 480’s, run strings through their funny loop holes (yes, I know those are heat pipes), and hang them up in my living room. It shall be glorious.

Feeding a Sore Head

I wanted to write something that would make people happy. That’s why I wrote this.

People were walking all across the sidewalks yesterday. And I was walking with them. I couldn’t stop. If I did, people might stare. So I kept walking, but if only my feet could have eyes! Because I tripped and fell like a denied fly.

My face was sore. My body was sore.

A woman offered a hand that I didn’t see until I was back on my knees. So I shook my right hand a little to shake off some dirt, and then I leaned on the leverage she provided. I thanked her as I rose. She said something, and I thanked her again. In fact, I was so grateful that my tongue got confused and I said, “Thank you a lot.” Note the lack of a comma. But what I meant to say is quite obvious, and I do hope she realized that.

I couldn’t stop thinking about this as I walked away, and walked towards whatever it was I was walking to. No, seriously, I forgot where I was going. And I still don’t know where I was going. Did the fall scramble my brain? Was my brain cooked by the boiling pavement? No, it wasn’t that hot. And no, I didn’t trip. I lied about that. I knew perfectly well what I was doing that day. I was going to see an opera. Yes, an opera. “Oh, really?” You might be thinking, “Which opera?” The Phantom of the Opera.  And that, my friends, is the truth.

But I didn’t make it, because I didn’t go. Instead, I walked over to the kitchen and cooked me some bacon. Bacon that I used to feed myself with. It was good. It was very good. And that, my friends, is the ultimate truth.