OS X Snow Leopard Roundup

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With Apple's World Wide Developer's Conference tomorrow, Snow Leopard is closer than ever to release. Catch up on what makes the cat purr with this quick guide.

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For one thing, the general purpose computing on graphics processor chips (GPGPU for short) could very well melt your entire face off into a puddle of pathetic all over your razor thing Apple keyboard.

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For another thing, there's this 64-bit business. Bandied about by marketing types for years, the tech is legit in Snow Leopard, and we explain why you should give a hoot in our lovable Giz Explains series.

Also on the cool front is this confirmed feature regarding the front-end. Basically, with Snow Leopard the HFS+ drivers will let you access a Mac's files from Windows while in Boot Camp. Multiple OS's? Totally seamless.

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Sort of confirmed, sort of up on the air (but going strong): MacBook 3G support is built into Snow Leopard.

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Oh, and screen recording is making a triumphant return with Snow Leopard's Quicktime Player.

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Of course, questions become answers when WWDC '09 begins in earnest tomorrow. [Gizmodo Liveblog]

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