Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The reviews are out and the word on the street is that AMD's HD 6990 is indeed the fastest single card available right now, however it does cost $700. I recommend reading the last page of [H]ard|OCP's review because they have described the performance and the value of the HD 6990 when it is compared to a GTX 580 SLI, GTX 570 SLI and HD 6970 CrossFireX setup.
I'll be spending the rest of the day adding cards and reviews to the site. If enough reviews contain overclocking data, I will try to post an overclocking roundup for y'all.
I have a hunch that this week is going to be very exciting for graphics card enthusiasts. I am pretty confident that Nvidia will be using PAX East to celebrate the arrival of their GTX 590. One thing is for sure, I will be there, and I will do my best to make you all feel like you are there as well.
For now all the HD 6990s look the same except for the sticker that the manufacturer has slapped onto the card. I haven't seen Gigabyte or Asus' card yet, so right now PowerColor has the prettiest sticker and Diamond has the most boring sticker.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country
copulatives, to swear and to forswear: according as
marriage binds and blood breaks: a poor virgin,
sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor
humour of mine, sir, to take that that no man else
will: rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a
poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us:
All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown;
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.