starkers

Yeah, she's a beauty orright, though I won't get to tes it out properly until next week.  The plan is to install it in my main rig when I've rebuilt it around the new Z97 mobo when it arrives next week... ETA is May 26, so in the meantime I shall have a few days to contemplate the mysteries of the universe and why yer belly button don't leak after one too many cups of tea or coffee.

Thing is, were I not upgrading my main rig, I may not have splurged on this GPU.  I had the choice of putting back the Radeon HD 7990 or installing the GTX560 that's in my AMD machine, but when I saw the ASUS ROG Mars 760 and recognised the astounding bargain it was, it just seemed like the right thing to do to beef up the capabilities of my main rig.  It's not the absolute best graphics card one can get, there are some in the GTX900 series that outdo it, but for the money it is unbeatable for value and performance.

As fer them thar pics, I hope's ye don't want anyfing nude, like.

Time for some 286 therapy methinks

If your 760 is half as good as the 980 it'll be twice the value....my 980 was 4 times the price...

How Do You Walk Past an Absolute Bargain

I'm sorry starkers, but I just couldn't see that and not give a reply...

How do I walk past an absolute bargain? With my two feet usually! 

Actually, I didn't even need to use that much energy.  I saw this bargain on-line, and all I had to do was click off the page.... but no, I lacked the willpower and failed to resist the temptation to buy. 

Funny thing is, I thought it may have been a typo or misprint at first... given the prices I'd seen at other stores for the exact same graphics card.  Anyway, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to call the store to see if that price was right.  The assistant assured me that it was, even after a double check to be 100% sure, and that's pretty much when I decided a 20 minute bus trip to go pick one up was in order.

If only the bus trip home had been better.... and hour shorter.  The bus I got there was a No. 500, and that's what I thought I'd got when coming home... unlil it started taking deetours from the N0. 500 route.  That's when I enquired with the driver, who informed me that it was instead the No.522, which went in and out of several suburban streets along the way to pick up and drop off damned noisy schoolies who's just been 'released' from class..... a ****** hour 25 to travel the same A to B distance that earlier had taken just 20 minutes... AND that included 3 -4 minute wait during a change of buses mid-trip.

Oh well, I got what I went for, and that's what really matters.

And then there was the woman who sat directly opposite me on that long bus ride home.. whose medium to large [read huge] boobs were more out of her top than in for much of the the way, thus preventing me from taking in the natural delights and breathtaking scenery of the journey.  It shouldn't be allowed.... but that's another story.

Nah, missed all the scenery... well all the scenery on the outside of the bus, that is. The trouble with those situations?  Looking [read staring] without appearing to be doing so.  Believe me, when you're sitting right opposite the objects of your fascination.. I mean, the person of interest, and she's frequently glancing across and smiling at you, it's just not that easy.... cos there they are, in all their glory and pointing at you and virtually begging you to "look at me, look at me.... LOOOOK AAAT MEEEEE."

Worse still, with every pothole and bump in the road, your gaze widens to see if more popped out for a 'hello' than the previous pothole, bump in the road.  And with the poor state of many of our suburban roads, and NO bra, it's pretty obvious after you've travelled a couple of hundred metres together that you ARE in fact looking at... I mean ogling at them.  It's about then that you wish you had a pair of dark glasses and a white cane, but alas, you're miles from your destination, without as much as a newspaper with a couple of 'peep holes' in it to hide behind.  It's sooooooo embarrassing.

Actually, looking back on it, I don't know which was the more embarrassing for me:

Her looking over at me and smiling as if to say: "I know that you're looking at my boobs".

My facial gestures suggesting, er, begging, "more, more, please more" when she folded her arms underneath and pushed even more bare flesh from her top.

Or when I tried to be the perfect gentleman and offered to put one back after the bus had hit a bump and forced it free.

Ah, the things you notice in retirement that you were always too busy to notice before .... but as usual, I digress.

The CoolerMaster Cosmos II case, ASRock mobo and a couple of accessories I ordered [cables and adapters] have been received at the warehouse [Thursday May 21] and I should get them late today [Friday May 22] or early on Monday May 25, depending on the courier.

Quoting ElanaAhova,

reply 15

Starkers, you really, really, really are a bad, bad boy!  Keep up the good work! Oh, did I mention you are a very bad boy?   

I already knew I was/am a bad boy.  In fact, I recall being a dirty old man at a very young age.... like when I was at kindy and being fascinated by my kindy teacher's boobies.  So it's not just a recent thing that suddenly came over me, but more a progression of tastes and desire.... from kindy teachers to lap dancers.

Nah, not really!  While I admire beauty and the female form, of which boobies are an important part, I have a better opinion of myself than that.  Oh, and the part about offering to 'put one back', well that bit didn't actually happen, though I'm embarrassed that I thought it.  No, the true gentleman would have turned away and pretended that he didn't see anything, which despite some compelling 'viewing', is exactly what I did. 

So, at the end of the day, maybe I'm not such the bad boy as I'd like to think I am.

Quoting Uvah,

reply 17

How to pass up an absolute bargain......with extreme predjudice. 

Or extreme brokeness.