The picture of a dystopian future where feudal oligarchs are shooting down each others low orbit internet satellites in the furious competition for best coverage popped into my head.
Who are we casting as the satellite retrieval specialist with a penchant for bonsai trees living in an off grid log cabin?
Unfortunately there were no other parties present to provide a second opinion, only their cat. Which, to be fair, is probably less tech illiterate than the human.
My dads first bonding experience with one of our cats was when he got a new printer. They got it set up and running as a team effort. That cat loved watching paper come out of the printer, and when they were done my dad set the printer to pump out 50 blank pages.
I run the same FIFO queue for my black shirts and blue jeans. I do have a small L1 cache next to my bed for quick access to yesterday's items. It invalidates after 24-48 hours though.
If you're logged into a social media account and encounter a "share on said social media" button, this is dutifully logged and provides metrics of the types of groups encountering said button.
It's not for sharing, it's for metrics about what kind of people view the site/article/top ten list/hardcore porn. Targeted advertisement is cash money.
The quickest way to have me lose all interest in any new, potentially neat, tech is having to visit their discord for anything from documentation to discussion.
I take it your bathroom window isn't facing a public road?
I feel strongly about not having to lock eyes with the kids going to school, or anyone for that matter, when I'm in the nip.