While I'm sitting there, trying to decide whether my pancreas pain is mild to moderate or moderate to severe, I look down into a large zippered bag with art supplies. Naturally the 'I Can't Believe it's not Butter,' spray is there. Naturally. I mean, what kind of idiot doesn't go there to look for butter substitute?
We have 2 remotes. Ok, actually we have 12 remotes, in the Remote Bag, but only 2 that are functionally used daily; 1 for tv power, 1 to change channels, volume, and intelligence of the commercials (forever broken). I noticed it was broken when I tried to raise the IQ of the commercials for a car online purchasing service (Car-something, right?). The denizens of the commercial, all hopped up on some recreational pharmaceutical or other, are insane with glee because they can set their payments. Some hurt their legs from jumping up and down. Others blow out their voice shouting. And the ringleader is sometimes this long-haired lady with zero softness and zero likability; the kind of lady who stabs her coworkers when they're not looking. In fact, she's downright nasty. Now I'm generally good at figuring out who this crap is marketed to, but this leaves me baffled. It's borderline insulting. I'm thinking maybe kids who listen to Taylor Swift (because no adults listen to Taylor Swift) or people who soil their panties when numbers change on their phones or there are pretty pictures, or people who just like buying alligators. Last night every commercial break featured this commercial, resulting in a result the car company thought about: people hate the commercial so much they won't use the service. This does not affect me, as I hate everything, long before the commercials appear.
As you'd expect, 1 of the remotes went missing. This is somewhat surprising, as 1 is used right before the other, the result being that 1 is used right after the other one. Only at ThermionicMansion, we get worried if this doesn't happen. And sure enough, we were short 1 remote. The problem here is that it's the channel-changing remote, so we were, in the vernacular, fscked. Fortunately and surprisingly, the Flying Spaghetti Monster looked down upon me kindly and the tv was already tuned to the channel I sought (the one with the 1970s show 'Emergency,') because I like to watch it at lunch, and because it doesn't treat the viewer as if all their brain cells suddenly went to North Dakota in the middle of winter, for a nice warm vacation.
You have to know what happened next, right? After a 57 minute search, the errant remote was located, in an upstairs bedroom, in a hidden spot under the floor, in yet another zippered art supply bag. Since the concept of just putting something back in its correct place is way too bizarre for the people (and animal) that live in the house, I decided that we will no longer have art supplies in the house. Mrs. lefty suggested we put them in the basement, but I overruled this, as we'd have to walk downstairs to find the remotes or lettuce.
Shocking! No, wait, what's that other word.... expected.
lefty says Just Don't. These codes can take control of your phone or parts of it. There is little in a QR code that can't be found on a website.
Big brother, big sister, big business. 702 up for renewal - contact your reps and tell them NO. Don't listen to any crap about the terrorists and child pornographers winning; this is our right to privacy!
5 Most Privacy Focused Web Browsers
Written from an open-source/linux POV, it holds for any operating system. Notice that Chrome isn't there. You can do a lot with Firefox, which remains my recommendation.
Aside from that, it's perfectly fine.
Solar wind gave Mars a breather and its magnetosphere inflated
Good... now the Rover can keep its hat on.
H&R Block launches AI tax filing assistant
Yeah, let's use AI against the IRS. What could possibly go wrong?
Your Smart TV Knows What You’re Watching
Of course it does. It's been doing it since smart tv's came out. Told you so.
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