It’s one of those robots that’s just remote controlled by some guy in a call center.

Hotels have always been better in my experience.

Unless you want something like a fishing cabin on a river, but even then I’ve started to look at resorts because after all the fees, they work out to the same price as an airBNB.

Obviously you’re working your heaven job and spending your heaven bucks.

That’s what supply side Jesus would want right?

Tape is also difficult to steal. The machines to read the tapes are expensive and uncommon, a tape reading machine requires no internet connection, meaning it can’t be subject to man-in-the-middle attacks, and the physical storage devices can be secured and guarded when not in use.

This fucking idiot is gonna lose the plans for our nukes, isn’t he. Just like when he disabled half of twitter because he physically yanked a server rack out of the building without knowing what it did.

They probably had some office assistant order a pallet of bolts from Home Depot.

This is the company that glued the accelerator pedal on, you think they know what grade of bolt they need?

That is also what this article says.

Although a single bolt is going to need to be quite strong to hold down a long piece of steel exposed to high speed wind regularly.

For security reasons, I review every line of code before it’s executed on my machine.

Before I die, I hope to take my ‘93 dell optiplex out of its box and finally see what this whole internet thing is about.

It allows the takeover of devices!

How?

By already having taken over the device.

Wtf is this reporting

It’s a completely useless website.

Was looking for a fun weekend project to this weekend. Clicked on a google image result I didn’t realize was from Pinterest.

One photo with no context or additional information. No other angles or anything.

What’s the fucking point of that website.

Well Bezos probably has like 20 toilets in each of his mansions, so he’s just skewing the averages.

Bought replacement float and toilet seat last week to fix my aunts toilet.

Amazon now thinks I’m a toilet repair technician or some shit. I see nothing but different kinds of floats, stoppers, tank gaskets, seats, bidets, anything that can go in or on a toilet, Amazon thinks I need.

I’ve never been ad bombarded this hard before, and it’s about toilet parts.

I flipped a quarter and the quarter says it’s real.

Now a days you have add —no-preserve root after the laggy French pack to fully remove it.

Ah, the trauma of every Bethesda RPG player.

There are game studios out there that don’t release broken garbage that needs the player to walk on eggshells, backup saves, and do arcane console commands to make the game playable.

Idk, I feel that’s okay as long as the saves are incredibly frequent and reliable.

I’ve never lost progress in a From Software game for instance, and they have an only auto save system, but it saves literally everything you do as soon as you do it, so unless you deliberately alt-F4 instantly after doing something, you won’t lose any progress.

I can no longer report ads on my phone.

I kept reporting ads that were obvious scams(buy my book to get rich, this thing will make your PP hard and your girl squirt like a fountain, etc)

Now I don’t get the three dots on ads.

So I guess YouTube likes the scam ads?

Do YouTubers like having AI narrated dick pill ads in front of their videos?

Good news, it’s completely non toxic.

Bad news, it costs 2 million dollars per square foot.

The pentagon will now take your whole paycheck.

Thank you for your support, patriot.

Unfortunately, it’s a lot harder to rigorously test something than it is to shit a new product out into the wild with no regard for its impact.

You mean: when an X user finds themselves unable to load the main page, they’ll get frustrated, uninstall the app and leave a review about how it’s broken.

You grossly overestimate the tech savvyness of your average internet user, and their willingness to spend any amount of time or money to fix a minor inconvenience.

I’m just amazed it wasn’t a dancer in spandex again