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Cray SX-6 Installed in Alaska

timothy posted more than 12 years ago | from the good-air-conditioning dept.

Hardware 198

Dhrakar writes: "Now, I know that normally press releases are imediately round-filed, however, as this is the first NEC^H^H^HCray SX-6 to be installed in the U.S. it is newsworthy. The 8cpu, 64Gb system has been installed at the Arctic Region Supercomputing Center for benchmarking and other testing. See either ARSC or the NY Times (sub. required. Yada, yada) article."

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198 comments

FP (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710086)

Made from a Beowulf Cray Cluster.

Re:FP (-1)

YourMissionForToday (556292) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710170)

I salute your awesomeness. Please join me for a cup of tea.


Re:FP (-1)

CmdrTaco (troll) (578383) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710204)

Alaska sucks, as does you. In reference to cock, that is.

Re:FP (-1)

CmdrTaco (troll) (578383) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710208)

BTW, where in the good god damn are the smooth fonts?????

Choice Of Location? (1)

Lethyos (408045) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710087)

Were they able to get a discount in not purchasing cooling equitment due to location? I suppose Alaska could be the paradise for heavy metal and overclocking...

Re:Choice Of Location? (0)

El Hooloovoo (314824) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710088)

I was about to say... it would be rather ironic of them to put the thing in a heated building.

Re:Choice Of Location? (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710093)

Maybe if the computers are stored outside you fucking shithead. Now would they really put them outside with the polar bears and eskimos around. I think not.

Re:Choice Of Location? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710212)

>Maybe if the computers are stored outside you fucking shithead

Ever heard of a fan, fuckface?

Re:Choice Of Location? (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710247)

Lethyos?

I had done it several dozen times prior. (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710099)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting, designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:Choice Of Location? (3)

Xzzy (111297) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710192)

> I suppose Alaska could be the paradise for heavy
> metal and overclocking...

For only about 9 months of the year, probably a shift less. Fairbanks is deep in the interior of the state and is known for pushing 100 degrees farenheit in the summer (and then dropping to 30 below in the depths of January).

I think Fairbanks even holds a few records for the biggest seasonal variances in temperature.

Even less extreme parts of the state get to the point where you'd have to install air conditioning to get you through notable chunks of the year.

Re:Choice Of Location? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710276)

I doubt it... I know of a few locations in Canada that swing from -40 to +35 degrees celcius every winter.

Re:Choice Of Location? (1)

vstanescu (522393) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710274)

You should be aware that air conditioning equipment takes also care of humidity. Putting the computer in an open (to the outside) environment will create a lot of condensed water on the electric boards, which is a very bad thing.

laughable (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710092)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse. It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting, designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore, or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air; they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well, entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall, and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle. With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while, Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus; tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger. Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull. Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess. Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Weenus? (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710103)

Are you Weenus?

you guessed it (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710132)

chucksteak.

Open the door (0, Redundant)

SirKron (112214) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710095)

And I suppose they are just opening the outside door to cool the thing.

for the record. (3, Informative)

Maskirovka (255712) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710096)

Before anyone trolls about putting it in Alaska to save on air conditioning, Fairbanks gets into the 80F in the summer. Just thought I'd clear that up.

Maskirovka

Is a counter troll still a troll?

Re:for the record. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710106)

Before anyone trolls about putting it in Alaska to save on air conditioning,

Too late.

Fairbanks gets into the 80F in the summer.

Informative, +1

Just thought I'd clear that up.

Why thank you, you sexy beast. ;)

Re:for the record. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710116)

Don't you dare call timothy a troll! (he was first, story says: from the good-air-conditioning dept.)

wanna fuck? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710123)

I have always wanted to fuck a guy from Alaska. I mean, I imagine your cocks are always cold and hard like icecicles, and I think that'd be really cool (no pun!)

If you're a hot little white chick. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710140)

I like really light skin, translucent with viens showing through. I'll take you out to the woods and throw you in the snow.

I am a fat ass black chick (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710155)

with huge rolls of fat on my legs and gut. my hair is cut short and it's all matted and dirty. my flabby tits hang down to my knees and my cunt hair hasn't been clipped for over a decade. did i mention i'm in my 40's?

so when are we gonna go fuck in the snow, big boy?

Such a disappointing turn of events (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710171)

I got the dog sled all set up for nothing.

Re:for the record. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710156)

Don't you just love how the first post about a topic always gets marked -1, Redundant?

I hope somebody gets smacked around in metamod.

Re:for the record. (1)

MisterBlister (539957) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710285)

Sadly this goes unnoticed in metamod because metamod displays the messages out of context. Its nearly impossible to accurately meta-mod the "redundant" tag without a lot of time & effort wasted into research for each post.

Re:for the record. (-1)

Anonymous Pancake (458864) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710241)

don't fuck with us trolls...

Suck my ass untill shit comes out.

New Cray Out? (1)

fo0bar (261207) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710097)

[flip flip flip]

Yeah, it's supported by Veritas NetBackup DC already. That and my TI calculator and GBA.

ping cray (3, Funny)

larry bagina (561269) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710100)

I thought cray was dead, but it turns out, they were just using BSD.

Re:ping cray (2, Interesting)

Verizon Guy (585358) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710244)

Actually, Crays run Unicos, which is System V based and not BSD based.

a waste (1)

fmita (517041) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710102)

what a waste! they should give it to me so i can play games on it! who cares about the weather anyway...

That's a first (0, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710109)

Using a supercomputer in the USA for something other than mass destruction weapon simulation...

Wow! (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710114)

It's like reading Slashdot for a reason other than trolling!

Re:That's a first (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710267)

I know you meant that as a joke, but you're actually half right. A great many of the top supercomputers in the US actually are for military / intelligence use. Technology - building a better spear.

They're looking for a SysAdmin (5, Informative)

chill (34294) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710110)

Just in case you want to play with toys like these, the ARSC is looking for an admin [arsc.edu] .

I had done it several dozen times prior. (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710120)

ATTN: Admin job. Admin must know how to smoke cock, large greasy beard preferred.

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:They're looking for a SysAdmin (1)

ken_mcneil (90642) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710179)

The downside??? There is no downside! (Except for that whole living in Alaska where it's colder than a nun's buns (old grandpa humor, sorry) and giving up your old life thing).

Re:They're looking for a SysAdmin (1)

tealover (187148) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710225)

Alaska might not be as cold as you think.

Registration required. [nytimes.com]

Re:They're looking for a SysAdmin (1)

ken_mcneil (90642) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710237)

Alaska might not be as cold as you think.

I'm from Texas, it is as cold as I think. I think 70 F (aka 21 C, to people with sane measurement systems) is cold :-)

THEM DUMB GOOKS! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710111)

BEIJING, China -- A fire at an Internet cafe in a Beijing suburb killed 24 people early Sunday, the state-run Xinhua news agency reported.

The cafe -- called Lanjisu -- is located in Haidian, a northern Beijing suburb frequented by students attending the area's many universities. Another 13 people were injured in the fire, which started about 2:30 a.m., Xinhua reported.

Firefighters were able to put out the blaze in about an hour. An investigation into the cause of the fire was under way, officials told Xinhua.

A witness said iron window bars trapped victims inside.

The fire was put out within 45 minutes, Associated Press quoted an unnamed official as saying

He said the cause was under investigation.

Haidian, in Beijing's northwest, is the site of Beijing University and Tsinghua University, two of China's most prestigious schools. The area has a large student population and is the center of China's growing computer and high-technology industries.
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Asia edition

A neighbor said he was awakened by screams and saw smoke pouring from windows of the cafe, on the second floor of a two-story cement building. Neighbors helped one person escape, but iron bars over the windows prevented others from getting out, he said.

"There were people shouting 'Help me, help me,"' said the man, who gave only his surname, Liu.

Neighbors later pried the bars off one window and pulled out several victims who appeared to be dead, Liu said. He said firefighters took only five minutes to extinguish the fire, which seemed to be at its strongest near the front of the cafe.

Liu said the cafe had operated 24 hours a day and drew large numbers of students by offering cheaper Internet access rates late at night. Liu and other witnesses said the cafe had room for more than 40 customers.

On Sunday morning, the area had been cordoned off and police could be seen inside filming and turning over debris. Burn marks ringed shattered windows and a striped blanket hung from one window.

Fatal fires are common in China, where operators of bars, movie theaters, Internet cafes and other businesses often ignore safety rules or fail to provide emergency exits. But they are less frequent in Beijing, the capital, where regulations are more rigorously enforced.

Internet cafes, many open 24 hours, are immensely popular in China, which says it has 33.7 million Internet users but where many families can't afford to buy a computer. The biggest cafes, especially near universities, have hundreds of terminals.

In December 2000, a fire at a discotheque in the central city of Luoyang killed 309 people. Investigators blamed the high death toll on locked emergency exits. Twenty-three people held responsible were sentenced to prison terms of up to 13 years.

Reason for building? (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710112)

To study the migratory patterns of polar bears?

before it gets slashdotted.... (4, Funny)

rob-fu (564277) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710115)

Cray SX-6 Installed at ARSC
Fairbanks, Alaska - The Arctic Region Supercomputing Center (ARSC) and Cray Inc. (Nasdaq NM: CRAY) announced today an agreement that places a Cray SX-6 at ARSC. ARSC is pleased to be able to offer this leading technology to the wi

Oh wait a minute, it's a f*cking supercomputer! Sorry about that.

Re:before it gets slashdotted.... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710164)

Now if only their bandwidth was as powerful...

Re:before it gets slashdotted.... (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710224)

How the fuck did this get modded up?

Everyone knows that computer power is nothing if you don't have the bandwidth to handle the many requests after a Slashdotting.

US invasion plans for Holland startle the Dutch (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710121)

Those fucks. [expatica.com]

Hooray (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710152)

Countdown to withdrawl from filthy socialist UN shortened! I can't wait!

Real supercomputer, really from Cray (3, Insightful)

Sivar (316343) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710126)

What I am waiting for is the Cray SV2 [cray.com] which can have up to 1024 Cray vector processors. Who needs a beowulf cluster?

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710143)

ATTN: Guy -- You'll never touch one.
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

star whores (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710127)

Padme: Your highness, we must escape the planet, and reach the counsel, they must be made aware of the invasion.

Amidala: My place is her with my people, I cannot leave them to suffer, I have another plan.

The two women traveled through the Forrest until they came upon the edge of the great ocean.

Padme: Your highness, we must leave this area, this is the home of the Gungan, they are as bad as the Trade Federation.

Amidala: They are our only help, they must be made to help us.

The women were startled at the appearance of one of the hated Gungan's.

Me Jar Jar Binks You?

I am Padme, and this is queen Amidala. You must take us to your home world, we have been invaded.

Me no take you home, me banned.

You must take us, both our world are in grave jeopardy.

Me no take you, not possible.

Padme, you must convince this Gungan to take us.

Padme slowly removed her robe exposing her perfect body, Jar Jar's ears stuck straight up.

"Me like Padme"

Padme noticed the growth between Jar Jar's legs, it was growing and growing and growing.

Jar Jar had a member that stood a narrow 14 inches when it reached it's full length. Padme gasped.

Padme reached down and started stroking he hard cock. The princess watched and asked once again if Jar Jar could help.

Jar Jar replied "Me help."

Padme wrapped her lips around the cock and shoved half of it down her throat, Jar Jar screamed, and fell backwards.

Padme never missed a beat as she climbed on top of him and stroked his cock faster. Jar Jar could not withstand this. He shot his load down her throat.

Padme swallowed and swallowed, Jar Jar kept cumming though. He filled up Padme's mouth completely. The cum was gushing out of her mouth as she kept trying to swallow.

Jar Jar Binks came for five minutes, Padme had give up trying to swallow. Jar Jar covered her face with his goo.

Amidala asked him to take them to his world, Jar Jar told her he wasn't finished yet.

Padme looked and saw Jar Jar was still erect, Jar Jar said, "Me only shoot pre-cum, me need more."

Padme dropped to her hand and knees, Jar Jar shook his head and rammed his cock into her from behind.

Padme screamed "Yes" as Jar Jar worked his cock harder and harder, Padme rocked back matching his thrusts.

It was only seconds before the cum came spilling out of her cunt. It was completely filled with his cock and had no room for the gooey liquid.

Jar Jar pulled his still erect cock out of her dripping pussy. He exclaimed "Me still horny" He then shoved his member into Padme's willing ass.

Padme screamed as Jar Jar wildly thrust into her virgin asshole. She laid her head on the ground sticking her butt straight up in then air, this allowed Jar Jar to ram her ass even harder.

Padme couldn't take much more. She was no screaming for help, she had collapsed face first to the ground.

Princess Amidala was enjoying the show but she couldn't stand to see her royal servant brutalized. She ran over to Jar Jar, grabbed his cock, and shoved the entire 14 inches down her
throat.

Jar Jar couldn't believe it, no surface dweller had ever swallowed the entire cock of a Gungan. He shot his load directly down her throat.
The princess swallowed the entire quart that he shot.

Jar Jar stood straight up, he then fell over backwards, out cold.

The princess tried to awaken him, but it was no use. She managed to awaken Padme just before a scout troop of battle droids found their position.

The two found Jar Jar's Gungan transport ship, Amidala decided that they had earned it's use. They disappeared through space.

They had just cleared the atmosphere when they discovered just what bad shape the ship was in. They thought they could make it out of the Naboo system but they knew they wouldn't make it far.

Padme checked the star charts, she saw the closet planet outside the federations influence was the gangster planet Taitoon.

They knew it wasn't much better then Naboo, but they had no choice.

Taitoon was ruled by Jabba the Hutt, Amidala knew that she could convince him to give them a ship so they could reach the Senate, after all she was
a princess and had lots to offer.

Padme and the princess managed to make it to the fortress of Jabba. They were greeted by his faithful guards.

The duo were transported to Jabba's chamber were they awaited their meeting.

They didn't have to wait long before the giant slug Jabba greeted them.

"Welcome to my world" he said. The princess dropped to her knees and told Jabba they needed a ship. She told him he would be paid as soon as they made it back to their home world.

Jabba laughed and told the girls if they had no money they would serve as his entertainment for the rest of their miserable lives.

Padme joined the princess on her knees begging the gangster for mercy, it was not only their lives they were bargaining for, they were pleading for their entire planet.

Jabba told the princess if she could satisfy him he would think about freeing them. A large cock then sprang to life.

The huge beast had a cock to match, it was two feet long and thicker than the princess's leg. Jabba pointed it at her mouth.

Padme pushed the princess out of the way, she would not stand to see the princess soiled.

Padme began to lick up and down the shaft of Jabba's cock. It was too thick to get in her mouth, so she licked all the way to the base and back up to the tip.

Jabba's cock was huge, but it was soft. Jabba laid on his back and Padme climbed on top of him.

She squeezed his monster cock inside her tight cunt. She managed to stuff it all inside of her.

Padme started to slowly ride up and down on the Hutt. Jabba just laughed and enjoyed the ride.

Amidala started to stroke Padme's hair as she rode Jabba faster. Padme then jerked suddenly, Jabba's soft cock had suddenly become rock hard. She screamed as her pussy was stretched wider than it ever had been before.

Padme sat still on top of the Hutt. She was in shock. Jabba ordered her to fuck him.

Padme tried but she couldn't move. Amidala encouraged her to go on. She grabbed her around the waist and started lifting her servant and
protector up and down.

Padme slowly adjusted to the size of the beast, she was soon able to raise up and down on her own.

Jabba was thrusting up and down into the young girl now, Padme was screaming, but she enjoyed every minute of it.

Padme was slamming her cunt up and down on Jabba now, he was having the time of his life. He was going to cum soon.

Jabba did finally shoot his load, the force of his blast lifted Padme up into the air and onto the ground next to Jabba.

Padme laid on the ground, unable to close her legs, he pussy still spread wide open with Jabba juice flowing out of it.

The princess told Jabba they would be leaving now, she asked where they could get their ship repaired.

Jabba just laughed, he told Amidala, that he had never had a humanoid that could take his cock, he told the princess she could leave but Padme wasn't going anywhere.

fucking hilarious (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710139)

this is the funniest troll i have ever read

i bow before you master

Re:star whores (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710221)

Best Part

Jar Jar Binks came for five minutes, Padme had give up trying to swallow. Jar Jar covered her face with his goo.

Amidala asked him to take them to his world, Jar Jar told her he wasn't finished yet.

Padme looked and saw Jar Jar was still erect, Jar Jar said, "Me only shoot pre-cum, me need more."

Re:star whores (1)

FunkSoulBrother (140893) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710277)

agreed, I'm still laughing over that one.

This Story Will Only Spawn Trolls (0, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710129)

There is nothing that this story can do beside spawn a thousand trolls. Here's why:

  • Did you know that... It was posted around 2AM, EST. The bars are letting out, and we've got a whole lot of drunk Slashbots eager to hit "Reply".
  • Did you know that... There is nothing particularly interesting about a story that basically says: "a computer you can never use was installed somewhere you'll never go" will give no hooks for meaningful conversation? In place of discussion, let's troll!
  • Did you know that... Timothy can suck a golf ball through a garden hose?

Re:This Story Will Only Spawn Trolls (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710146)

There is nothing particularly interesting about a story that basically says: "a computer you can never use was installed somewhere you'll never go" will give no hooks for meaningful conversation?

Why not? Porn is a picture that basically says: "a girl you can never use was installed somewhere you'll never go". And I'm interested in porn.

Yeah, but... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710151)

Why not? Porn is a picture that basically says: "a girl you can never use was installed somewhere you'll never go". And I'm interested in porn.

But the only thing you'll ever do is jack off to her picture. I would say that masturbation is pretty much the same thing as trolling.

Re:Yeah, but... (1)

Verizon Guy (585358) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710260)

But the only thing you'll ever do is jack off to her picture. I would say that masturbation is pretty much the same thing as trolling.

I guess you've never masturbated to a picture of a Cray SX-6 before.

Re:This Story Will Only Spawn Trolls (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710207)

How many times do I need to post this...Timothy is a fucknut and needs to go back to journalism school or whatever. His articles taint a site that is already of questionable integrity.

no need for airconditioned rooms! (0, Redundant)

lingqi (577227) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710135)

just leave the system outside; it probabbly works better than liquid to air cooling anyway -- in fact, you can probabbly overclock the sucker in one of those (real) never-ending-winter/nights. ;)

and the obligatory comment:
there are people using computers in alaska, let alone a cray?

About the Cray SX-6 (3, Informative)

smiff (578693) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710136)

Re:About the Cray SX-6 (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710240)

This [slashdot.org] post also applies to you.

500MHz ? (3, Insightful)

FwOOm (22492) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710141)

A system that can pump out 64 gflops only running at a measly 500Mhz? Really shows how poorly mhz is as a measure of system performance.

God damn (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710158)

you really are an idiot.

Re:500MHz ? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710217)

dude, system clock and processor speed are not the same thing...

Re:500MHz ? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710218)

Don't listen to the other reply. You have a very valid point!

Re:500MHz ? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710243)

This post also applies to you. [slashdot.org]

On the plus side, it is a reply to the guy who called you an idiot, below.

Before someone mentions.... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710145)

beowulf clusters, I should remind them that supercomputers like these have pieces of beowulf clusters in their stool.

We all know what it's really going to do. (3, Funny)

Procrasturbator (585082) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710157)

It shall be used to create, download, store, and compile the WORLD'S MOST POWERFUL PORN.

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710175)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:I had done it several dozen times prior (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710232)

What is that thing shaking? Yeah, it is you riding dick as hard as possible.

What a fucking pathetic bitch. Honestly, are you in mom and pops' basement,
playing with your little boy ass, at this hour?

Do you smell like mayo and mustard, from all the puss on your pizza face. Do
you have a baby body odor, milk stains on your shirt, and dry shit stains
around your pink, boy ass rim?

Here is a tip. Lick your middle finger, run it in and out of your mouth until
it is covered with saliva. Now, remove your panties, lift your leg and slightly
shove that little pink finger of yours, up your butthole. Push it until your
wrist pushes as hard as possible on your boy butt cheeks. Sweet.

Take out your finger, and give it another lick. Shit will taste a little bitter,
but your will grow to love it. I always rim my wife's ass (it has been a while since
I had boy-boy sex, I am bi btw.)

Keep doing that baby doll, and you will never need to post so much crap, so frequently.
It is the queen in you, craying for help, itching to be scratched. Until the right guy
comes along, I suggest you play with yourself as hard as possible. May I suggest you
get a low standing table, with sharm edges, and use those edges to rub on your ass.
The pointy corner feels like a white guy's dick. Thin, short, but very hard. Yay.

Re:I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710252)

I'm bigoted against all slashbots! Even cockeaters who post anonymously to preserve karma! Enjoy, cockbreath!

A few years ago, while browsing around the library downtown, I
had to take a piss. As I entered the john a big beautiful
all-American football hero type, about twenty-five, came out of one
of the booths. I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the
corner of my eye as he washed his hands. He didn't once look at me.
He was "straight" and married -- and in any case I was sure I
wouldn't have a chance with him.

As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping
there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm
from his sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the shit
itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left
behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It
apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were
fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast
of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's
wrist.

I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and
wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd
always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little
clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating
ass and not an end in itself. Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of
devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never
done it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful
five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star
in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole
of the world's handsomest young stud.

Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both
hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled
like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the
consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to
shit without the benefit of a digestive tract?

I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it
smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does.

I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into
my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock,
beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and
bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense,
bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in
the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm
inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard
little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't
chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually
unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump
sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was the donor of
this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.

I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the
cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no
more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum
with the rich bitterness of shit.

Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But
then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me.
There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I
tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my handkerchief, and
stashed them in my briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds
of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten
it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your
own asshole. Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation
or simple boredom.

I stored the turds in the refrigerator when I was not using
them but within a week they were all gone. The last one I held in
my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve. I had liquid
shit trickling down my throat for nearly four hours. I must have
had six orgasms in the process.

I often think of that lovely young guy dropping solid gold out
of his sweet, pink asshole every day, never knowing what joy it
could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful shiteater.

Sunday Troll (-1)

Pi3.142 (538027) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710160)

LUBBOCK, Texas (AssPress) -- A power failure ended a Britney Spears concert after two songs Friday night.

Spears used pyrotechnic effects and explosions while performing "Oops...I Did It Again" and "(You Drive Me) Crazy." Arena power and lighting worked after the failure, but Spears' stage shows require additional power.

A member of Spears' management appeared on stage with the entertainer and told the crowd the concert was canceled because of safety concerns.

"I'm just so sorry," Spears told the crowd at a Texas Tech arena, before being met with boos. "Please don't boo," she said, then walked off the stage.

Spears' tour began May 24 in Las Vegas and ends July 22 in Dallas.

Re:Sunday Troll (-1)

Metrollica (552191) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710227)

So who's Britney fucking now that she broke up with Justin?

pricing (3, Interesting)

martissimo (515886) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710161)

hmm for all the people who wanna figure out what it would cost to run one of theese babies.

This link [neceurope.com] states in it that:

The "SX-6 Series" will be shipped from the end of December 2001 with the monthly rental price starting from 2,800,000 Yen.


By my calculations thats actually only about 22 thousand a month in dollars... not like im gonna be grabbin one, but frankly i would of thought they charge more

Re:pricing (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710188)

By my calculations thats actually only about 22 thousand a month in dollars... not like im gonna be grabbin one, but frankly i would of thought they charge more

If you get a full 128 node system, it adds up to $3.5 million per month.

does it use Linux? (1, Funny)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710162)

Tux would like it up there.

Alaska is kinda remote (1)

Kelerain (577551) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710163)

(sub. required. Yada, yada) - Well not quite THAT remote.. Personally I think alaska is TOO big of a cooling solution.

Re:Alaska is kinda remote (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710169)

Yeah, yeah, I'm sitting here in my fucking boxers sweating. It was about 85 today.

You mean Cray^H^H^H^HNEC... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710173)

Cray rebadges NEC for resale in the US...

Do you know how much it costs? (0, Redundant)

copycats (585806) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710191)

For all the people who wanna figure out what it would cost to run one of theese babies.

This link [neceurope.com] states in it that:

The "SX-6 Series" will be shipped from the end of December 2001 with the monthly rental price starting from 2,800,000 Yen.

By my calculations thats actually only about 22 thousand a month in dollars. Not like I can afford one, but frankly I would've thought they charge more.

My team built this machine... (1)

copycats (585806) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710199)

And my god these machines are beautiful and fast. You won't believe how much they can do. Of course, they're not as fast as the ones used for the nuclear simulations and stuff, but they make your AMDs and Intels look like horse and carriages compared to a Ferrari. I have the honour of building one of these machines. It sucks about 50kW of power. You can only dream of getting one of these machines.

Re:My team built this machine... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710246)

This post also applies to you. [slashdot.org]

Your team built that machine? what a self declared cock rider.

Re:My team built this machine... (1)

harmonica (29841) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710256)

You can only dream of getting one of these machines.

Or wait ten years and have the equivalent computing power in your cellphone! ;-)

Re:My team built this machine... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710284)

"You can only dream of getting one of these machines."

And what am I supposed to do with it? It's not geared towards any of the applications or games I run, so it's no good to me. If I had one, I'd sell it!

Unimpressive performance (1)

splorf (569185) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710202)

They say 8 cpu's, 64 GB ram, 1 TB disk, 64 GFlops peak performance. That hardly sounds like a supercomputer by today's standards. A single processor AMD Athlon is capable of (I think) around 8 peak gigaflops (2 Ghz * 4 SIMD operations using SSE instructions). Similarly the 8 GB of RAM and 125 GB of disk per CPU is in midrange workstation territory. While there's probably a much higher bandwidth memory system than you could get out of an 8-16 node Athlon cluster, it's not clear what problems this Cray unit will really be used for that couldn't as easily be done with a rack full of PC's or workstations.

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710233)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:Unimpressive performance (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710238)

i believe that to qualify as a supercomputer, a machine must be able to perform a gigaflop (one billion floating point operations in one second of time), which many, many consumer-level machines can do. so yeah, you're right, it's not that super by today's standards; perhaps they should redefine the term "supercomputer".

apple released a bunch of data about their dual-cpu machines claiming they can pump out 15 gigaflops. that's approximately 25% of what this cray is capable of. given current cheap computing performance, i don't see how cray will be able to make this machine appealing to anyone without making it really cheap. $10k? $8k?

overall, i'm not impressed. it looks like something you buy when you're trying to impress the board of regents at your university, or some other group of suits who have no idea about anything technical.

Re:Unimpressive performance??? (2, Insightful)

hbackert (45117) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710271)

Beside the fact there is no 2GHz Athlon, you forget one very important thing: memory bandwidth.

A usual Athlon has a theoretical memory performance of 2.1GB/s. Now do 8 gigaops on 32 bit float numbers. That would translate to 32GB/s. So 8 gigaops is not sustainable. Just a short burst.

And don't forget that that SX-6 has 2048 memory banks. Best Athlon chipsets I know have 1 (in words: one). Best Xeon chipsets have 2.

So while the raw power of supercomputers and PCs look similar on a sheet of paper (peak performance, AKA speed you can never exceed) supercomputers are built to get most of that performance not only for a short period of time.

Another topic is price/performance. Here a plain PC cluster might be better. But if you cannot parallelize a problem that much, one fast computer solves a problem faster.

Re:Unimpressive performance??? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710288)

"Beside the fact there is no 2GHz Athlon"

Well, pretty close.. Athlon 2400+ runs at 1933MHz. Easily clockable to over 2GHz.

ARSC has some pretty nice kit (2)

green pizza (159161) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710213)

Check out the ARSC's website... they have some pretty snazzy hardware! SV1ex, few other Crays, several big SGIs...

Wish my .edu had that kind of money!

Link to NY Times Random Login Generator (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710214)

Go here [majcher.com] for the NYT Random Login Generator.

I wonder what color they ordered it in? (2)

green pizza (159161) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710222)

The ARSC is well known for ordering their Crays in custom colors (usually white with black trim). They have some photos of their machine rooms on their website... the only white SV1 I've ever seen! Few other unnaturally white machines too!

O! How the Once Mighty Have Been Laid Low (1)

Quirk (36086) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710223)

In adolescence, where Farrah Fawcett should have graced my wall, there was a picture of a Cray SuperComputer in full splendor framing no mere mortal SysAd but a Dude who went by the name ArchAngel. Respledent all in White he and he alone touched the holy of holies. Now it's just dross for drunken /. trolls, oh my lost youth.

Re:O! How the Once Mighty Have Been Laid Low (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710242)

ATTN: Farrah Fawcett wasn't on your wall because you were a little twink.

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:O! How the Once Mighty Have Been Laid Low (1)

Quirk (36086) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710283)

Yea whatever. Overall off the cuff, so to speak, it ain't bad but for the lack of any sense of pace, (compensated for by the time posts). The use of 'block' three times in one paragraph is suggests you're more autistic than artistic. Just as an aside, ( I was raised as a hunter from a very early age, no longer hunt or own weapons ), to the best of my knowledge, skinning knives are usually short and dual edged. The type of knife you mentioned is, I believe a military issue, although I still favour a K-bar.

So many uses. (1)

DarkHelmet (120004) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710236)

Now let's see what random and stupid things we can do with this supercomputer:
  1. Find new prime numbers.
  2. Search for Intellegent life.
  3. Crack Crypto.
  4. Play Doom 3 on it.
Come on now, which one of these sounds the most entertaining?

Re:So many uses. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710278)

"Come on now, which one of these sounds the most entertaining?"

5. Play Half Life on it.

I work for the ARSC (5, Informative)

copycats (585806) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710239)

And we're looking for an admin.

Details are here [arsc.edu]

And yes, you get to play with the new Cray.

For more information, please contact:

Pat Babcock, Administrative Assistant Arctic Region Supercomputing Center Butrovich Bldg, Suite 108 P.O. Box 756020 Fairbanks, AK 99775-6020

Thanks! We're looking for someone with experience with supercomputers.

Hey (-1)

Rogain (91755) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710251)

Can that that super computer design me a robot woman for me to love? BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBburp! Preferably one with fully-functional genitalia.

SUNY Buffalo Supercomputing Center (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710263)

Most people wouldn't think of Buffalo as being a computing powerhouse, but we have a pretty nice setup here.

http://www.ccr.buffalo.edu/resources.htm

Ah supercomputing... (2)

Jah-Wren Ryel (80510) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710269)

What other industry can you get a job in Alaska [arsc.edu] or Hawaii [mhpcc.edu] doing the same thing? You might even end up inventing the next Mosaic [uiuc.edu] out in the cornfields. Gotta love them pork-barrel politics!
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