So Steve Jobs died

Posted by Krasher on October 08, 2011
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Personally I’m glad. Personally I thought he was a cunt. Personally, I think he stole, lied, and exploited children in 3rd world countries to build hiss empire of sshitty designer electronics. Personally, I think he did nothing good for the world. I think he was a beady eyed, turtlenecked murderer of progress who exploited children and sat on his fat hoard of cash until he died and never did anything with it except enrich himself. You think Bill Gates will get this kind of cultism when he dies? Bill Gates after all did arrange for one of the most massive shifts of money towards 3rd world country development, famine relief, medical aid, etc… But no, unfortunately he did not steal existing technology from smaller companies, repackage them in a shinier box, and sell them to douchy as fuck hipster retards, so alas Bill Gates gets nothing like that.

Steve Jobs was a massive cunt, and never invented anything in his life. He only caused misery to tens of thousands of kids working in sweat shops to build iPods and iPads and amassed wealth. I want him to come back to life, just so he can experience another 10 years of fucking agonizing pancreatic cancer, and then die while a platoon of rabid dogs shits down his neck. Fuck Steve Jobs, and fuck you for thinking he was a great man.

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World of Warcraft 4.3 PTR Changes

Posted by Krasher on September 28, 2011
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OK So, I’ll deal mainly with the recent Warlock changes because that’s what I play, and have played exclusively for 4 years now, and here they are:

Live for comparison:

 

So for anyone keeping count (me), this is the third major content patch where Warlocks get literally fuck all changed. The Warlock Class Feedback thread was 38 pages long and arguably the most reasonable of them all and mostly just Quality of Life issues. None of them will be addressed it seems. I guess one will ONCE WE GET 2PIECE. Fucking Blizzard, eugh.

And I don’t get why they made the 2piece 6 instead of 5 minutes either, or why they didn’t just make it like Heroism/Bloodlust where a debuff is applied that disappears once you wipe so you can actually use it for more than 50% of your attempts.

Just so fucking stupid and disappointing.

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RAM and shit. How does this stuff work?

Posted by Krasher on August 23, 2011
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A lot of people I know when I ask them about their RAM are blissfully unaware what a gargantuan impact it has on their computer’s performance, and when they see the technical specifications on RAM are instantly deterred from even trying to find out anything more about it. I thought I’d try to dispel the magic a little by writing a little guide, an explanation, to what your RAM is, and what all the numbers stand for and how they each impact your computer’s performance.

First a little history:

Modern CPU’s get their speed on 2 factors: The external clock ((Front Side Bus clock or FSB Clock)the fundamental timing base for everything)) and the clock multiplier.

The first incident of a CPU using a multiplier to increase processing speed was known as Clock Doubling (now relegated to uselessness since we operate on 10x or even 15x multipliers), so, say you have an external clock running at 200mhz, and the clock multiplier is set to 10x, that gives you a 2ghz internal CPU clock.

Motherboards use something called a Memory Divider, or DRAM:FSB Ratio, IF the memory is dependant on FSB clock speed (you may need to research this yourself). By default this ratio is set to 1:1 (well usually anyway), and usually needs some higher end motherboards to be tweaked.

This is very important if you’re going to over- or underclock your computer, because it means you can only change your multiplier to do so, if you don’t have access in your BIOS to change the DRAM:FSB ratio, if you don’t want to compromise the integrity of your system because increasing the FSB speed also increases the RAM speed. Normally system memory is not built for overclocking, so it will become unstable.

I’ll work with some low numbers to make the math here a little simpler, since I’m not 100% awake right now. Suppose you have some DDR ram at 400mhz (Old PC-3200). Now suppose we overclock our 200mhz FSB clock to 250mhz, 250×10=2.5ghz. With a 1:1 DRAM:FSB ratio, the memory will now be operating at 500mhz, but it was made to operate at 400, so you’ll need to change that ratio if you want your system to remain stable for the first thing, and even if it is stable, you’ll be losing RAM clock cycles (one in five cycles will be wasted in this case, or 20% theoretical memory performance degradation).

So, if you can change your DRAM:FSB ratio, you’ll have to change it to 4:5. That way, the ram will keep operating at 400mhz, and the CPU works at 2.5ghz. Note that for different overclock speeds you’ll have to work out your own ratio.

Also note that our DDR is not at 200mhz like the FSB was initially, but double that. It’s EFFECTIVE speed is 400mhz, because DDR stands for Double Data Rate, but it’s operating on a 200mhz timing base.

DDR2 doubles that.

DDR3 doubles DDR2, etc.

As for the actual memory latency timings (seen as 4-4-4-12, 3-3-3-8 or similar), these represent Column Address Strobe (CAS) Latency (CL), which represent the amount of Clock Cycles between the moment a memory controller tells the memory module to access a particular column in a selected row, and the moment the data from the given array location is read from the module’s output pins.

The numbers stand for, in order: CL – TRCD – TRP – TRAS.

I’ve covered CL so I’ll take on the next ones:

TRCD: The number of clock cycles taken between the issuing of the active command and the read/write command.

TRP: The number of clock cycles taken between the issuing of the precharge command and the active command. (The precharge command closes memory that was accessed and the ‘active’ command signifies that a new read/write cycle can begin).

TRAS: The number of clock cycles taken between a bank active command and issuing the precharge command. The total time that will elapse between an active state and precharge state.

Simply put: The lower the CAS latency (given the same clock speed), the less time it takes to fetch data from it.

So you’ll want these as low as possible.

But it’s also worth noting that it will only work optimally on the system it’s rated for (200mhz FSB for DDR2 800mhz, for example). Memory with high ratings will work on systems with lower FSB speeds though, but they will in turn adapt the same speed as the FSB (DDR2 800 is essentially 4×200, which will change to 4x133mhz if the FSB is 133mhz), and this may cause timings to change unless you force them to different timings (not recommended at all until you actually know what the fuck you’re doing).

It might take memory less cycles to do things on lower FSB speeds, which may be important for you to calculate:

As I said, the numbers represent the number of cycles taken per request. The higher the FSB speed, the less time between cycles:

100mhz = 10ns per cycle.
133 = 7.5ns per cycle.

Etc.

For for CL3 memory that operates on 133mhz, it will take 7.5×3 ns do perform tasks, which comes to 22.5ns. However, the same memory might be rated as CL2 on 100mhz FSBs, which means it will take 10ns x 2 = 20ns to perform tasks.

But in general I recommend just going with higher clock speeds, because it’s a lot better for burst reads.

Especially now that clock speeds have become inflated to where they are the main priority.

I probably forgot a lot of things, and this is poorly edited, but at least this should cover the most important parts.

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So, Anders Behring Breivik killed countrymen of mine

Posted by Krasher on August 08, 2011
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And the nation went nuts. I say that with some reservation, obviously, since the kings of crazy are the Muslims and the Americans when it comes to vindictive feelings and revenge driven idiocy. But to me, Norway doing anything means it has gone nuts. We don’t do much of ourselves here, just get up, go to work, eat 3 hot meals a day, take one good shit and go back to bed. Sprinkled with occasional lighthearted binge drinking in the weekends. There were of course some minority voices calling for the death penalty to be introduced to Norway, but they were silenced quickly and viewed as inbred maniacs. The sheer volume of different facebook groups, a constant blight on my existence, grew to at least the same amount as there are fucking people living here. “We stand together against terrorism”, “Light a candle to remember those we lost”, and other pointless fucking shit like that. Do people genuinely believe that if we’re not constantly reminded on facebook, we’ll spontaneously forget that terrorism is a fucking bad thing? And also, I do not have any candles since I don’t live in the fucking 19th century, but how about I quietly grieve the tragedy that has befallen a group of fellow human beings without advertising it through banal fucking Facebook groups because I am not desperate to make sure people know I actually fucking care, does that make me a bad person?

It actually doesn’t.

This also of course was the first act of Christian terrorism since like back in the 15th century, complete with manifesto drenched in crucifixes and christian lore about knights templar and all that shit. Guy really enjoyed his uniforms. Nationalism, racism, fear of the dark, guy had practically every phobia you expect from an inbred redneck about things he doesn’t have the mental capacity or indeed will to understand. But then that’s religious cunts for you. I hate nationalism, and patriotism. Prime reasons, along with religion, why we don’t consider ourselves one species and band together to make the future better for everyone, is because we place so much pride in having been arbitrarily born in one particular geographical location on the planet. People get so fucking proud about coincidences they had nothing to do with to the point where it removes any sense of objectivity from their heads.

Because that’s the important part in the news here. Fuck people, these were Norwegians. And it’s the same in every country, and it annoys me equally where ever it happens. These weren’t just humans, they were COUNTRYMEN. Because it’s not enough when they’re just humans, is it? No, not enough random emotion can be spawned and harnessed from that, as if we could power our houses on it or something. Seriously, fuck all of you for thinking like that, because chances are you do.

The prime influences of Anders Behring Breivik, pieces of shit like racist cunt Fjordman and Nazi sympathizing singer Saga, distance themselves from such extremist behavior. Because spouting racist shit and literally saying they hate “foreign fucking sand niggers who come here and steal our jobs, mug our citizens, murder and rape our women”, clearly that’s not spreading hatred. They’re without responsibility for inspiring people to go fucking mental. If someone comes into this country, doesn’t know anyone, can’t speak the language, and takes your job, clearly you were really fucking shit at it and needed to be let go alright?

So let’s all dig up old catholic tradition about paying the priests to light a candle or torch for the damned to ease their progress through purgatory, nothing relieves the grief like old corrupt religious practices, eh? That’s right keep buying shit. Everything’s fine, little Norway is fine. They can’t silence us, they can’t silence you, junkie shouting Sieg Heil down in Oslo. Nor you, Muslim threatening to rape girls who dare to dress the way they fucking feel like. Norway’s the most perfect place in the world. We can’t be budged.

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As the days fade

Posted by Krasher on August 07, 2011
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So, it’s August already, although for the life of me I can’t think of much more than a handful moments of unmitigated summerness to latch onto despite all the global warming that is, in fact, no matter what you hear twats from the inbred Tea Party side of things claim, happening. Because what it is doing is causing more water to rise from the sea, move slightly up and to the right, and splash down onto my tiny little head where ever the fuck I should happen to be in any given calendar month. Could be worse, at least there are no earthquakes here, and there is a frankly appreciated absence of lava in my living room.

I did also just return from a frankly epic car journey visiting my grandmother and assorted collection of other more peripheral relatives like my delightful nephew, my other delightful nephew, their respective mothers (one is delightful and not blood related to me, the other is a horrible shrew whose every word is a kind of lie-smoothie oozing out of her pustulant, fetid, vacuous, self-important and heavily alcoholic mouth, and my biological aunt) and at least a picture of the girlfriend of one of said nephews. Oh, and her tiny tiny tiny dog, which was fun because we tied a sort of hairdressers practice doll on its leash and… actually that’s more a kind of a shitty anecdote I’m liable to go to the bathroom and pace over just to not have to fucking listen to it so I’ll leave it out for now. Maybe if things get desperate as this word-diarrhea goes on it’ll pop up again like those floater-turds you just can’t flush down.

That was one hell of an intro though, wasn’t it? Haven’t even said anything of substance yet, but then what fucking blogger out there ever does eh? Eh? Corr, poignant satire. Anyway, one of my nephews is a kind of dim soul, but has a heart bigger than the moon. He also suffers from a serious, serious case of ADHD, so we sometimes amuse ourselves by giving him red bull and chocolate and seeing how far out of our field of vision he can run before he runs out of steam. However, this usually involves calculations that takes into account the elevation of our eyes from the ground and the curvature of the earth, so we started doing it less and less lately for fear that it might actually be damaging the poor sod in a sort of lasting, permanent way. Still, he’s always a laugh even when he’s just talking. He’s got a job driving a truck, transporting something or other, fried goods of some description, I wasn’t really paying attention but to be fair he wasn’t overly keen on me listening so in the end I think we both came out winners from that. He’s got a rather attractive, although lately rather hangover-piss colored girlfriend (I should probably tell her you don’t need 8 months in the year where you get 14 hours of tanning bed time every fucking day). And she’s 17 or something and trying to become a hairdresser.

My other nephew is, like me, sort of a sardonic barb in the family tree. He seems to be very adept at hiding this from his immediate relatives though, blending right in with auntie alcopops and my adorable and lamentably tortured grandmother. See, when auntie alcopops has a drink or two too many, she will hallucinate and call grandmother up, saying that one of us is either pregnant or dead. So we don’t really like her very much, because as time passes it becomes more and more evident she is actively trying to murder the poor old woman.

Well, both of us being somewhat cynical and jaded well before our time, me and this particular nephew like to have a few drinks and solve the worlds problems. In the end, this usually involves getting wasted on San Miguel and just cheering each other up. I cheer him up about being younger than me and not quite as cynical as I am by revealing to him that the global economy is a ticking time bomb and that soon his savings will be worthless (he has a substantial amount of money saved up) and that giving up smoke, drink and making a fool of yourself in front of women is ultimately pointless. “Life,” I will say, but with more slurring and less retrospective eloquence, “is meant to be lived. You have to live while you are alive, not live just to BE alive.” Among these tired cliche’s which I genuinely thank my cousin for enduring I think I paraphrased some Brecht, Shakespeare, David Hume and Percy Bysshe Shelley, and other great writers that any twat who knows how google works can copycat at the press of a cellphone keyguard.

He in turn will encourage me by saying in response to my thoroughly depressing drunken quasi-philosophical pretension, that he appreciates the epiphanies I offer each visit there, and that he will pursue more actively a lifestyle which he finds enjoyable rather than one cobbled together as acceptable by committee. And while I do like that, I don’t like the fact that he effectively has said “thanks to you I will again take up smoking and eating shitty greasy food”. But then, that is basically the philosophy I have been espousing and proselytizing, so I think more than anything that is just a knee-jerk reaction on my part due to mental conditioning from shitty TV attention whores like the mentally retarded Jamie Oliver and other meddling busy-bodies who want to dictate what you can and can’t fucking do with your own fucking life. So in reality, I’m not proselytizing any particular way of life, I’m just saying live your own fucking life regardless of what I say, or what these idiots say. But really, even that is a pathetic excuse at rationalizing so fuck it, come what may for me and my nephew I guess. At least I haven’t ruined MILLIONS of lives by turning them into salad munching zombies who can’t make up their own fucking minds.

Not smoking is fine, I mean I don’t want anyone to say they started smoking because of me. That would probably equate to being called Hitler in today’s socio-political climate. But eating just salad or other health food? Fuck me, that would just suck absolutely all the will to live right out of my putrid meat eating body. I mentioned in passing to myself, as I stared at a television, which I rarely do just to jump to my own defense there: I think there is something unwholesome with the health fanaticism going on which hasn’t been explored yet. Yes, the self-worth of women goes down, confidence, blah blah, but what they don’t discuss is if eating only healthy food makes you really god-awful looking fucking ugly. Some models are ugly as fuck, I mean sure they are skinny but their faces look like if you took a popsicle, carved some eyes into it and then threw it into an active volcano. Say what you want about the benefits of a healthy diet, you can’t jog off an ugly mug. In lieu of this, and because I unwittingly watched more of America’s Next Top Model than frankly it should ever have received in air time from any broadcast company whilst channelbrowsing, I have come up for a new tagline, or slogan if you will: “America’s Next Top Model: You can be ugly as sin, as long as you’re thin.”

Anyway as I mentioned I did come back from a car journey yesterday, and it was 11 hours long so I had a good deal of time to think about shit and listen to the fucking wind because I had in my infinite wisdom only brought 1 CD for the trip and radio was starting to make me suicidal. So here we go, perhaps the first in a long line if disjointed, hardly organized thought-dumps. I bet you can smell it from across the ocean.

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Doors are fucking open

Posted by Krasher on June 04, 2011
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After some tinkering yesterday, we completed a very very basic storefront for our hosting endeavor. It has no bells and whistles really, but it works and that’s what’s important. Actually we have 2 storefronts because we’re going to have a special one where gamers go, and it will be heavily gaming influenced as a result.

You can check it out AND even order if you want at powergames.no

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Starcraft 2? Why yes, maybe a little.

Posted by Krasher on May 12, 2011
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OK, so I am not very good at Starcraft 2, and I play protoss and hate laddering at the moment and avoid it like the plague purely out of fear for meeting another protoss because Protoss versus Protoss is literally a retarded matchup in lower leagues (I am in Gold, used to be platinum but I was terrible at responding correctly to cheese all ins), but I can do a custom game with friends from time to time. It’s sort of enjoyable.

I have also earlier TRIED to stream World of Warcraft, with little success due to the hilarious CPU requirements of WoW. SC2 does not even come close to this however, so I might actually be able to stream some of my stupid, stupid practice games with my friends!

Let’s see what happens:

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Cleaning and fucking ugh

Posted by Krasher on May 02, 2011
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It’s spring time, and time for spring cleaning, which is gay as shit. I’ve been driving around all fucking day dumping 5 garbage bags of grody shit I’ve had lying around my apartment all fucking winter. It’s starting to dawn on me that being a hardcore nerd makes my pad pretty disgusting pretty quick. But my workstation has always been immaculate, obviously. Can’t have any grit on my mousepad, that would be disastrous for my gaming.

The worst shit about cleaning is the dust. I don’t understand how or why there’s so much fucking dust in the air here, I vacuum literally every other day and it’s just fucking everywhere. At least the general cleaning of the apartment, and even the kitchen which I imagined would be particularly awful, wasn’t even half as bad as when I opened my keyboard up to clean that after 2 years of neglect.

Now I’m spent, and I have no idea what I should do. I did a massive amount of shopping, mostly food and other essentials, but also a new long hair trimmer, some snacks (gamerfuel) and assorted cold beverages (orange juice, chocolate milk, coke and a modest amount of beer), and I’m literally just sitting here now wondering what to do. There’s nothing good on TV, because it’s like an ungodly mashup of the royal fucking wedding which I don’t give a thundering fuck about, and the fact that after 10 years, 2 wars, 919,967 deaths, and $1,188,263,000,000, the US has managed to kill one fucking person. Well done America, you bunch of fat fucking retards.

I’ve started an alt in World of Warcraft, my first alt ever in my 3 years of playing the game. I guess I was well overdue to start playing a different class. I went with a disc priest and it’s easy as fuck. In dungeons I literally just shield the tank and go AFK. I don’t PvP because first of all it’s the slowest way to level in the entire universe and second it’s just not very much fun. Still, the little experience I did get trying out battlegrounds was more fun than on my warlock. I still get focused instantly just like on my warlock, but now I am actually capable of surviving it, which a warlock just isn’t.

I guess I could pop a beer and then continue with spring cleaning, but I just really don’t feel like expending more energy on that today. I need to hire like a maid or something. At least the server we have for webhosting is now officially declared stable and ready for launch, so hopefully we’ll get some pricing and shit like that sorted, a webdesign for the frontpage fixed up, and we can start selling some shit. There hasn’t been a flicker of error in over a week now, so all seems well on the east front. Sehr gut.

 

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World of Warcraft patch 4.1

Posted by Krasher on April 28, 2011
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So they added some new gay instances which I don’t give a shit about and some storyline lorefag shit attached to that. Whatever, the real news is that Affliction is the cool Warlock spec again. I’m rusty as fuck, but I picked up during the course of the night tonight. I was performing TRAGICALLY on patch-day though, because half my addons were fucking busted. And obviously it was the half that actually matters, like nameplates, scrolling combat text, shit that makes it possible to eliminate the visual clusterfuck that is the Default fucking settings. I wanna see numbers, dammit, but I don’t want them to fill my entire fucking screen when I Shadowflame some adds on Magmaw. Seeing Flame Pillar and where the fire adds land is pretty important.

Whatever, I got it partially fixed at least (by that I mean I swapped out some addons and shit like that) and was able to perform reasonably well tonight.

For those who play World of Warcraft, and maybe coincidentally also play warlock, you could check my UI out:

 

http://www.wowinterface.com/downloads/fileinfo.php?id=15242#info

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Oh yeah I forgot

Posted by Krasher on April 24, 2011
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I am also a World of Warcraft nerd, and we killed Valiona & Theralion heroic like 2 weeks ago now.

We killed Omnitron Defense System heroic mode the week after but I didn’t remember to start my PlayClaw for that so no youtube video. I have no idea what heroic we will be going after next, but I am guessing Nefarian. Hopefully I will remember to capture that on film and immortalize it.

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