Looking at the box of a Graphics Card, I saw this (which rather piqued my interest):
Now, aside from the grammatical weirdness, and the fact that most people buy graphics cards in order to celebrate explosions, I found it rather odd that the manufacturer MSI felt the need to reassure buyers that their equipment was unlikely to explode (curiously thanks to the military, who usually rather enjoy things that explode). Well, I should say found it odd until I saw what one commentator referred to as "electrical engineer porn" (backed up by the queer sense of amusement these lads seem to get from blowing up PCB parts).
It's kind of like how the world was a better place before you learned of the existence of furries and their own odd pornographic pursuits.
As anyone who has ever played around with Overclocking (done properly [i.e., not using a "utility"], a science unto itself) knows, processors have a TDP limit, at which point they just shut down to protect themselves (this usually revolves around the 100°C mark - which, admittedly, is a fair bit of heat). Somehow it's gratifying to know that my graphics card will only offer a "warning" at 115°C, and not really get upset until 130°C. Like that was really going to keep me awake at night.
I did, just for fun, once run a quad-core to 109°C (over-volting with intentional insufficient cooling), and sure enough Lou Reed's immortal line came true:
"But when someone turns that blue
Well, it's a universal truth
And then you just know that b!#©h will never [expletive deleted] again"
Who knew Lou Reed understood the mystical connexions between overclocking and drug-addicted prostitutes so well?
On second thought, who thought there were any mystical connexions between overclocking and drug-addicted prostitutes in the first place?
Whatever happened to the days when my PC would just cryptically "beep" that it was unhappy?
