Doesn't matter. By that logic, your clothes are a device. Your keys are a device. Your tongue is a device. But no sane person would classify them as that.
Well I wouldn't call a tablet a PC, and of course Windows itself might not know the form factor of the device it's actually running on. I do have a Windows 10 tablet, but I don't have a PC.
Doesn't matter. By that logic, your clothes are a device. Your keys are a device. Your tongue is a device. But no sane person would classify them as that.
It's just as smarmy and contemptful as marketers that try to rebrand something to suit their agenda. Like wanting a gig to be 1000 instead of 1024.
It's even permeated into Windows, too. "Updating your device" ? Really? It's a damn PC, not a raspberry pi emulating one.
So, whilst watching some sordid hysterical romance of a television show with Dngrswife, I saw once again the tired trope of cutting one's palm to serve personal blood to whatever the cause is of the day.
FFS, does not anyone in Hollyweird see how stupid that is? If you are going to cut yourself, would it make much more sense to nick the back of your hand, which would heal quickly and not impair the use of said hand?
But no, this is Hollyweird, after all... the wound will miraculously heal before the next scene and no one will be in the least bit inconvenienced.
Totally agree. I've long thought that Hollywood has run out of ideas.
Kind of like songs - the best ones are old classics.
I get more pleasure from reading a good novel these days, of which there are many.
Totally agree. I've long thought that Hollywood has run out of ideas.
Kind of like songs - the best ones are old classics.
I get more pleasure from reading a good novel these days, of which there are many.
That co-worker. You know the one. That one that talks constantly, follows you into a room and even though they're engaged in an activity in that room, Just keeps on yakking at you while you walk out the door and down the hall. STILL talking as though you're in the room when you're 50ft down the hall.
That co-worker. You know the one. That one that talks constantly, follows you into a room and even though they're engaged in an activity in that room, Just keeps on yakking at you while you walk out the door and down the hall. STILL talking as though you're in the room when you're 50ft down the hall.
I do it the other way. Family members keep talking to you for a bit before they even notice you're gone. Wrapped up in the importance of their own thoughts and speech I suppose.
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