This is all of the Sonos stuff in our household. It no longer recognizes me as a user, but will work for me from my app if another family member is logged in.

My wall ovens have a habit of shutting down for a software update while I’m doing holiday cooking. On the positive side, knowing that it is probably going to happen has encouraged me to stop procrasti-baking.

I don’t remember. I think squirrels may have been involved.

That is a gorgeous color!

I use this option frequently. I initially didn’t like doing that to anyone I cared about, but when my rage started routinely hitting the MustWriteResearchEssayWithBibliographyInResponse threshold, I caved.

This is the #2 reason we moved to the "country". We couldn't park in the garage in our old house, so solicitors always knew when I was working at home after being up late at night/early in the morning on a call. (They ignored all signs, and pounded on the damn door when I ignored them.)

*munches popcorn* Was it 'I noticed some damage to your roof shingles from the recent high winds', pest control or lawn chemicals?

I occasionally get alumni-targeted mail and emails from universities I never attended. I don't unsubscribe; I'm thinking that if I ignore the problem long enough, someone might send me a graduate degree in the mail. (Or hey, another bachelors.)

Ditto. It often means that I get hit with a software update after I boot up, but it eliminates the risk that a screwed up one got automatically pushed to me after hours, and reduces the chance that I'll wind up being the first person to notice a problem. (Only reduces. Problems FIND ME.)

Followed by the Logan’s Run timeline, maybe, yep.

I hope you got yourself a treat and then had a little nap before you got woozy from all the awesome. (That's my plan if I ever get judgement ... er, judgment right on the first try. Or refridgerator ... dang it.)

Until I hit the bottom of this thread, I would have bet it was inspired by the last iOS Mail app update.

Hey, a wall of congealed mashed potatoes may make a heck of a defensive barrier (insight based solely on the fight they put up when I have to scrape little bits of them out of a bowl). Team a Hashbinder with someone who can use a frost spell to insta-fridge the mash, and boom. Also ... morning!

"And our idea of an onboarding process for a role is to hand over a stack of docs that were written six years ago by the last person who got frustrated enough to try to make it all make sense. They're not finished, and definitely need to be updated, so good luck!"

Your doing the math inspired me to do the same math, and now I need to re-evaluate my position about kids being on my lawn.

I'm glad you captioned the picture. We haven't bought gummy bears in so long that my first reaction was "hey ... she printed those? That's neat! I should find out where she got the transparent ... RIGHT. Those are real gummy bears."

I have never encountered it for baseball stats, but I've been in elevators with plenty of people who talk about basketball and football like the players are their investment portfolios ... oh, hey, wait a minute, maybe they are.

Hiiiiiiii yourself.

I imagine data collection and reporting functions will be restored. Eventually (unless FOIA gets struck down). Likely not though until after everything's "done", which will leave behind a lovely data crater, or worse, no data gap at all, nothing to see here, folks, no AI fluffernuttery, nope.