I make it a point to steal a little something every time I’m forced to use these.

Big box hardware stores appear to have zero people to check you out anymore, so they all give me something every time I shop.

Pro tip: they won’t bother if you dont steal anything expensive. Additionally, there are cameras in the ceiling that are working with the register to see what is in the cart and determine if you have scanned everything. Buy a cardboard box (cheapest thing that works). Lay it over your cart. Put stuff under it and now the system cant see your cart to determine if you stole something. A GFCI outlet or two never seem to go noticed.

A robot told me: The Meta/Yandex exploit worked by having JavaScript running on a website (such as Meta Pixel) connect from the browser to a native app on the same device via the localhost (127.0.0.1) interface, using HTTP, WebSocket, or WebRTC. This communication occurs entirely within the device and does not traverse the network in a way that browser extensions like uBlock Origin can intercept or block. Browser extensions generally cannot block or even see requests made to localhost sockets, especially when those requests are initiated by scripts running in the browser and targeting native apps on the same device

Showed this to my wife. She also did not understand.

I had one of those too. Every so often, bad baby would scoot off the mat it 3am. Nothing like the absolute fucking panic of hearing that alarm going off when you’re dead asleep and now halfway to juniors room before you wake up only to find he scooted off the mat. AGAIN.

I don’t miss the pure anxiety of being a new parent. I had forgotten about that thing and I’m so glad it is a faded memory.

This is how we should be using ai

No, because you have to take your Lil buddy to the vet to get euthanized before you get ashes. Part of the fun trauma of this age is having to be old enough to make that decision. That today is fluffy’s last day on earth. Then you get to be guilted by the vet into buying some sort of memorial package in a moment of weakness.

Having your pal turn up toes at home is what gets you a backyard burial. Not awful enough, sorry friend.