For all you Crossfire owners out there, here is the service manual for our favorite car.
I finally got it. I have my Crossfire. For any who care to read, I'll post a review of it in a while. For now, here are some pictures of it. Sorry, some are blurry.
As the title says, they suck! They register every possibly useful name in the Universe, and then try and sell it to people who would actually use it, as opposed to throw up a link farm. Consider for a moment, tarvalon.com. I would love to have this domain name. I love the sound of it, I love the book series it comes from. My bloody desktop is named Tar Valon for crying out loud. Can I get it? Sure. It will only cost me around $1000.00USD to buy it from the asshats currently sitting on it.
The kind of person who would buy an alienware machine is someone I will never understand. They are over priced, and nothing special. I suppose if you're the kind of person who is still scared to build your own machine, that's a reasonable thing for you to do. However, you must also like paying too much and getting too little in return. When I can build a machine with 2TB of storage and is a much better balance between "performance" and reality for the same amount of money or less, it makes no sense to buy one of their machines. So, if anyone out there would like a truly custom machine, drop me an email.
Wow, two posts in a day. Might be a record or something.
Just saw this sig on /.
The American Dream isn't an SUV and a house in the suburbs; it's Don't Tread On Me.
I've always liked this....
The following text appeared as an advertisement for the Cadillac Motor Car Division of General Motors in the Saturday Evening Post on January 2, 1915:
In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition, the punishment fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work is merely mediocre, he will be left severely alone. If he achieve a masterpiece it will set a million tongues awagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a common-place painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build; no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius.