So apparently they’re sending me an 8600GTS, which isn’t all that shabby and also solves my DX10 problem. Now I can just buy a second one of those (they’re ~$220 (also a plus)) and a another gig or two of ram for my current setup and I’m set! Happy noises of pure glee are coming from my ass-wallet region right now.

Recently my lovely little XFX 7900GT started performing all sorts of new and exciting tricks for me, prompting a swift sending off to the XFX support center. After a weeks worth of waiting, they finally sent me the following revelation:

Your recent return has recently completed the testing process with the following status: {H4H181815 = FAULTY}

At least we’re on the same page! Hopefully they’ll be contacting me shortly and letting me know whether or not I have to firebomb their head quarters in accordance with the 2 brand new 8800GTXs I believe they should send me in recompense for their FAULTY product.

Worst of all, I’ve been contemplating upgrading recently and had always planned on just buying a second identical card and SLI’ing the two together. Now however, with the advent of DX10, that plan would be useless as the cards only support DX9. Sigh. This leads to silly dreams of those geforce 8 series, a new dual core processor to back them up, a board that supports (and then buying that amount) up to 8gbs of ram, 2 of those 15K rpm SCSI hard drives and hell I don’t know, some back up storage of somewhere around a terrabyte for movies/games/porn/porn/porn?

Mmmm. Tasty porn.

I often have fanciful thoughts that there is some picture perfect movie script of my life, with all the right lines, situations and stagings. In this epic tale I can do no wrong and am always prepared with a quick quip and readied retort to any social situation. Of course I make all the girls swoon and all the gentlemen look on with envy. Completely infallible are the words that pass from my lips, each garnering me more glory than the last, swaying people to my way of seeing things and generally passing me off to be ridiculously brilliant.

Somewhere in the transition of the script reaching me however, a rampaging lunatic grabbed a hold of it, defecated on it numerous times, spit on it, gave it to an entire asylum full of his fellows and then rammed it up my ass at lightning speed. It is from there that most of my perceived brilliance is now derived and presented to the public at large. Women cringe and run away from me, men laugh at me openly and avoid my presence. Those passing by and unfortunate enough to be in the path of one of my rants curse their makers for giving them ears. Grandiose plans in my mind turn to fluent bile in my mouth and are spit forth in chaotic melodramatic symphonies. And oh how this mouth is large enough to continue to vomit forth such shaming words of disgust as it has been throughly widened by my foot on numerous occasions.

To think of such frivolous notions as simple as someone rubbing my head, sharing my bed, or simply laughing at the silliness of it all is apparently far too much to ask for. Clearly, I should move on to more tactilely achievable goals, yet my mind doesn’t seem to want to play along. Or just set a lot of shit on fire.

I am forced recently to look at the barriers we human-folk have erected during the course of our lives for various reasons. Personally, I degrade myself and think nothing more of my rantings as pretentious bullshit, yet I still get my jollies from lauding it on the masses. I’m rather more open when it comes to sharing myself with others, but still care a great deal of what they think of me. Hence I (over)construct nearly every sentence I put forth in the hopes of impressing, angering, delighting, or whatever effect it is that I’m wanting to achieve. It is just another way to keep everyone at arms-length, despite my perceived notion of wanting to be close to others. There are times, more so recently than ever before, that I truly rue these games we are forced to play with our fellows. Horribly contrived waltz are played out in the hopes and aspirations of… what? With the tune ever-changing anything within the middle ground exists therein I suppose. For me it is to find a true ally. Someone to no longer perform the dance with; to set aside the pieces on the board and just be. It is a goal that seems to be becoming ever more unachievable with every passing day. Oh woe is me.

I am truly an f-bomb massacre.

Pong.