Tony Houghton <h@xxxxxxxxxxx>, the babbling-sponger and paunchy gay
caballero who likes emotionless buttock slamming fun times with badgers,
and whose partner is a willing-bit with a pukey cum crack, wrote in
> I'm thinking of grabbing a graphics card this weekend while Google
> Checkout still offers a Â£10 discount. Someone said they think the offer
> expires on 10 June, but I can't find any confirmation of that. Does
> anyone know for sure?
> Anyway, back on topic, the 8600 range has turned out to be a bit of a
> let down and I can't really stretch to an 8800GTS, especially given my
> requirement for silent cooling and not having to upgrade from my 350W
> PSU. I'm now wondering whether it would be better to get a 7900GS now
> instead of an 8600GTS and hope something better comes along by the end
> of next year. Specifically <http://www.ebuyer.com/UK/product/125107>
> which is clocked faster than average and comes with an Arctic Silencer.
> It's cheaper and should be faster than an 8600GTS in every current game.
> But if just one absolutely must have DX10 game comes out before I can
> justify upgrading again (I'd want to get at least a year out of it) I'll
> come to regret it. Opinions please...
If quibbling over a measly Â£10 motivates you then perhaps you're too poor to
have a decent computer.
The whining about an upgrade from a piddling 350W PSU seems to be somewhat
If you want silence then you need to spend money, if you want performance
then you have to spend more money, if you want silent performance then
you're way out of the game right now.
Buy, beg or steal one of those very large bottles of bells whiskey (empty)
and start lobbing a pound coin into it each day. Save your money for now.
Wait until today's technology is old hat then look at the best card you
could afford at that time, not forgetting everything else you'd need to
upgrade. Then add the money in the bottle to the amount you thought you
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.