Palmtop PC
A Palmtop PC was an about pocket calculator-sized, battery-powered PC in a horizontal clamshell design with integrated keyboard and display. It could be used like a subnotebook, but was light enough to be comfortably used handheld as well. Most Palmtop PCs were small enough to be stored in a user's shirt or jacket pocket.
Palmtop PCs distinguish from other palmtop computers by utilizing a mostly IBM-compatible PC architecture and BIOS as well as an Intel-compatible x86 processor. Most such devices were DOS-based, with DOS stored in ROM. While many Palmtop PCs came with a number of PDA and office applications pre-installed in ROM, most of them could also run generic, off-the-shelf PC software with no or little modifications. Some could also run other operating systems such as GEOS, MINIX 2.0, Windows 1.0-3.0, or Linux.
Most Palmtop PCs were based on a static hardware design for low power consumption and instant-on/off without a need to reboot. Depending on the model, the battery could power the device from several hours up to several days while running, or between a week and a year in standby mode. Combined with the instant-on/off feature, a battery would typically last from a week up to several months in practical use as PDA.
Podcasts:
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by Max B
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by Miss Kittin
Blow Me A Dub
by: Max BSee we all medicate our pains some ways This is what we do
[Hook:]
I'm 'bout to blow me a dubI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine today What's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love
[Verse 1:]
Niggaz tried they best to hurt me, come and test the birdie I'm Tom Brady, you a Testeverde Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength He don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscienceHe ain't got the don sense to be the boss Who that nigga they they talkin' 'bout, that he need the cost Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last waveI only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal hold 750 for a rainy day, cause you'll never know Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong The Ds'll steal a 9 even when stepped on The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love 95 off a high-speed drive
[Hook:]
I'm 'bout to blow me a dubI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine todayWhat's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love Nigga better show me some love man
[Verse 2:]
All this wave I bring to the game Y'all niggaz better Biggavel' that love man Might have to go back in, ya know Might have to go do that 30, ya know Fuck it, ya know I'm a leave you niggaz that wave though Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for you niggaz baby So wavy Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio Got the smiley faces back in the building Nigga Al Pac, what's good baby, Gain GreeneRon Gida, Mike Bruno, ya knowIt is what it is
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