A big baller and his shock collars
Date: 2006-06-04. Score: 1057.
After nearly two weeks of anticipation, I got all the correct parts together that I needed to upgrade my home computer. Losing a bit of sleep Tuesday night putting it all together and rebuilding Windows to support it resulted in me being 15 minutes late to work the next day, but it was well worth it.
Date: 2006-06-14. Score: 2087.
I was very happy to see the PCMark benchmark test of my computer showing what I expected the upgrade to do - Just about double its speed. That is what I've been able to do with each previous major upgrade, so I figure that it is a reasonable expectation to have in the future.
Date: 2006-06-14. Score: 74.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same for how much faster I can expect high end games to run. The 3DMark test, which uses totally different scores than PCMark, gave practically the same results before and after the upgrade, despite it performing some CPU test about two thirds faster. This defies most logic except the belief that you should always have the latest and greatest video card. I'm not into PC gaming like I used to, so this doesn't concern me, but I am just content with the fact that my system will meet the minimum requirements for today's games and most likely Windows Vista, whenever I get either.
I haven't played Burnout in days, and yet I had a dream last night that was in the spirit of this turbo boosting, rubber burning, car smash fest of a PS2 game. I was driving my car on a freeway which could have been local with someone resembling my dad in the passenger seat. I was passing most cars, but not at a breakneck pace, yet all the sounds that my car's engine and tires made were over exaggerated. This was most notable in highway curves that would make the tires screech really loud, like the Loop 202 near 52nd St, which in real life I could easily do at 85 MPH without screeching tires. Either the dream came from a new episode of Fear Factor featuring a demolition derby as the first stunt or it is a sign that I am suffering a withdrawal from Burnout.
"Man, you're a big baller - Pulling out exact change."
One of Jeanne's cousins gave me some incense sticks from India last week at Jeanne's BBQ, but I had nothing to place them on or stick them in. So I stopped by a hippie (read: smoke) shop on Mill to get one for $3.18, and got an unlikely comment from a store attendant given my meager one item purchase. Maybe it wasn't the change that he noticed, but rather the cash back I got at the Post Office from my debt card purchase.
With hours until my work here is done, my weekend has almost begun. With a busier than normal week at the help desk, my shifts at work have been a pain that comes and goes. Ouch.
After nearly two weeks of anticipation, I got all the correct parts together that I needed to upgrade my home computer. Losing a bit of sleep Tuesday night putting it all together and rebuilding Windows to support it resulted in me being 15 minutes late to work the next day, but it was well worth it.
Date: 2006-06-14. Score: 2087.
I was very happy to see the PCMark benchmark test of my computer showing what I expected the upgrade to do - Just about double its speed. That is what I've been able to do with each previous major upgrade, so I figure that it is a reasonable expectation to have in the future.
Date: 2006-06-14. Score: 74.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same for how much faster I can expect high end games to run. The 3DMark test, which uses totally different scores than PCMark, gave practically the same results before and after the upgrade, despite it performing some CPU test about two thirds faster. This defies most logic except the belief that you should always have the latest and greatest video card. I'm not into PC gaming like I used to, so this doesn't concern me, but I am just content with the fact that my system will meet the minimum requirements for today's games and most likely Windows Vista, whenever I get either.
I haven't played Burnout in days, and yet I had a dream last night that was in the spirit of this turbo boosting, rubber burning, car smash fest of a PS2 game. I was driving my car on a freeway which could have been local with someone resembling my dad in the passenger seat. I was passing most cars, but not at a breakneck pace, yet all the sounds that my car's engine and tires made were over exaggerated. This was most notable in highway curves that would make the tires screech really loud, like the Loop 202 near 52nd St, which in real life I could easily do at 85 MPH without screeching tires. Either the dream came from a new episode of Fear Factor featuring a demolition derby as the first stunt or it is a sign that I am suffering a withdrawal from Burnout.
"Man, you're a big baller - Pulling out exact change."
One of Jeanne's cousins gave me some incense sticks from India last week at Jeanne's BBQ, but I had nothing to place them on or stick them in. So I stopped by a hippie (read: smoke) shop on Mill to get one for $3.18, and got an unlikely comment from a store attendant given my meager one item purchase. Maybe it wasn't the change that he noticed, but rather the cash back I got at the Post Office from my debt card purchase.
With hours until my work here is done, my weekend has almost begun. With a busier than normal week at the help desk, my shifts at work have been a pain that comes and goes. Ouch.