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They're admitting how dull they are.

That's an argument to be made, but I don't believe that is true at all. Sending one car to check on the safety/welfare of one active threat seems an entirely reasonable balance of risk. An unverified active threat is not at all the same as a confirmed active threat. That should be obvious simply by the existence of "swatting" as a common term and act these days.

It is not the duty of police to protect people from eminent harm, they have argued this themselves in court. Their job is strictly punitive, again an argument they have made in court many times. They only pretend to "protect and serve" when it suits their agenda of justification for their over inflated budgets. This isn't a public safety issue. It's a class warfare issue.

It has nothing to do with the type of media and everything to do with the file system being used by Windows, FAT.

The issue isn't about what it can and can't do, it's that it is CONSTANTLY attempting to step in and "fix" my spreadsheet in bizarrely inane ways. Why won't it give me the "shut up and stay the fuck out of my way" option? There is no option to remove or silence copilot. That damn thing follows my cursor like a ring wraith after Frodo. It has already fucked up more than one of my spreadsheets without asking or being asked. If I hadn't been paying attention, I might not have caught the absolutely bat shit insane edits it was making to simple and correct functions I'd already entered. No, copilot you don't know what I'm doing. Clippy was less intrusive.

Tasker can still automate almost all of this for you.

I setup some tasker automations so that I can leave my phone entirely in my pocket. When my phone connects to my car Bluetooth it: turns up media volume, sets the phone to "do not disturb", opens and starts playing the last music player I was using (podcast, Spotify, Plexamp, or your media player of choice. Notably mine never switches to things that play video by default), initiates lockdown on my phone in case of fascists, etc. If I want to navigate somewhere or choose something different to listen to, that is something I start before I start the car. I get all my navigation cues via voice guidance, but the quality of that guidance can suffer from vagueness in general and confusion specifically in the midst of construction. I used to have it automatically read text messages aloud, but between reaction emojis, photos, gifs, and links that became super annoying. You can also setup an auto-reply to incoming texts that just say, "I'm driving and I'll get back to you later." That turned out to be annoying to, so I just silence them all. When my phone disconnects from my car Bluetooth, tasker sets everything back to the way it was before with the exception of lockdown mode.

Using voice commands kind of requires relaxing your privacy requirements, so I left those options out of this discussion.

Don't worry. Time is a flat circle. What is old, is new again. Smart glasses will get smaller and more discreet packages and the kids will forget the original chunky look that meant "potential invasion of privacy". I like what I like and I'm content to remain true to that until the merry-go-round of fashion comes back around again. Sometimes I may hop on a new trend and take the ride a bit, but it's always my choice. Nostalgia is often used as a derogatory term by trendy/edgy people to feel superior about picking some style that is new to them. That fashion is almost always someone else's "nostalgia". Fashion is all just picking and choosing which spot on the nostalgia merry-go-round feels right for us in this moment.

Whataboutism is an easy logical fallacy to fall into. Art being supported by rich patrons isn't exactly a modern new thing. And brands are kind of inherent in the fashion industry anyway. This kind of art may not be my thing or your thing, but it's still art, and still VERY different than demeaning gossip around gender stereotypes.

Admiring artistic fashion choices by people that often make other kinds of popular art and denouncing the reactions of misogynists attempting to demean and dehumanize those artists simply because they are women are two VERY different things. What's sadder is your "both sides" reaction to a clearly toxic attitude vs. people exhibiting art through fashion.

The song wasn't worried that the drink would make you sick. The song is about common items being used to treat a variety of aliments. Scurvy? Eat a lime. Headache, probably from dehydration or low electrolytes? Coconut water will fix that. Hungover? Coconut water and lime is actually a great tasting way to start feeling a little better. This song is like the saying "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" with a catchy island beat.

Also, if you're not already familiar with Harry Nilsson. Go check out his stuff. Great singer and song writer. His music in the movie "The Point" absolutely shaped my perspective on the world as a child and it's themes continued to resonate throughout my life.

Difficult to do it in a way that is physically consistent with a camera lens/sensor.

That's really not true at all. Lots of photo software has precise metrics on a multitude of actual camera lenses specifically to compensate (remove) for the inherent optical properties of said lenses. Using those same metrics to mimic the optical properties of those lenses, rather that remove them, is also fairly common. The optical properties of the sensors are obviously also well known, otherwise digital photography simply wouldn't work. This photo may or may not be AI, but the existence of blurring neither proves nor excludes either possibility.

It's never to late to relearn a suboptimal skill you thought you knew. I believe I found this site several decades after being taught the standard shoe lace knot and a child. That one ALWAYS needed a second knot to keep my laces tied. Now I tie either the two loop knot "bunny ears" or Ian's Secure Shoelace knot. Both are balanced so the knots always stays tied and both can be pulled apart and undone with a simple tug at both free ends of the shoelace. Haven't tied my laces the way my parents taught me ever since.