And I’m sure as fuck never going to pick up the phone for an unknown number.
You've gotta be diligent: if you do business with something, like a project or an appointment, you need to drop their number into your contact list. Every time. Yeah, it's neat if you need to reach out to them, which will be never because it's on the phone, but it's primarily so they can call you and not be unknown.
I'd love a QR code with the org's phone/mail/blah number on it at the front desk, because I do in-person a lot because fuck the phone.
I had a phone set up as a tablet. It couldn't send or receive SMS or calls. It was a beautiful decade.
Then microsoft killed skype-in and skype-out, because they worked really well and the glitter-junkies who've shat something new and broken and slow onto the public needed less competition with working apps. Had to get a new plan with a number that worked.
Received a shit call and it went to voicemail on the way from the store to the train.
I had voicemail enabled for 10 minutes and it was hell.
Use of Ai is showing as a bad idea for so many reasons that have been raised by people who study this kind of thing. There's nothing I can tell you that has any more validity than the experts' opinions. Go see.
Fun fact. There HAS been a sploit based on the brief moment you've elevated to root before backing down to another account. This should be avoided, and those using it need ridicule for social correction. It's like people who say 'emails' or 'the ask': just remind them how dumb they are and maybe they'll stop.
Apostrophes are a finite resource. We need to use them appropriately.
Next we'll deal with the American Meta-comma, quickly replacing the colon, semi-colon, and period. Watch out for the elusive trailing delimiter comma, previously found delimiting a sub-clause but so extinct as to be completely absent on-line.
In 1994 Neil was at a signing at my university campus. It was a big to-do. My friend, a big fan, came for a signing and whispered a few words.
Suddenly Neil is vaulting the table trying to choke the living shit out of my friend. Friend's backpedaling, eyes wide, Gaiman's face a rictus of rage and fury, and then many people jump in and slow it down
Friendo booted, things calm down, minimal mention in the uni rag. Never learned what was said, but now I suspect it was a pretty badly-kept secret for a long time.
It is then we're reminded of the ability of good writers and performers to take even a low-potential idea and fucking kill it. With a pen. In the study.
For the English readers, that's "street art". It's not a new pastry.