Wolf314159

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.

You can also just print out a QR code with all the info and stick it to your fridge. No more arguing about capitalization or punctuation. Your guest wifi can now be anything you want and hardly anyone using it will notice what the password actually is. I like to sneak a joke in there to see if anyone's paying attention.

Another pro tip, if you're throwing a parties with larger groups of people, spin up a temporary guest wifi without any password. And put it on a separate VLAN, use device isolation, and throttle that traffic because you were doing that anyway for the guest wifi, right? Comcast/Xfinity is the going monopoly in my area so I usually just name it after their hotspots. Then you don't have to do anything special when randos and +1s want to connect. Most people with the same internet provider probably connected automatically. Of course, you'll need to remember to turn it off later.

That's my point. Your judgemental "speaking your truth" is antithetical to the entire point of the post. To be sure, it is a paradox of tolerance, but that's no excuse.

Given how hung up you are with what other people enjoy (it's sooo gracious of you to not complain to them directly) and your judgement of the "quality" of that enjoyment, maybe you should try a little more of that introspection you seem to admire. As long as they're not hurting anyone else, their hobbies are theirs. Not everybody needs to be a philosopher for their hobbies to have meaning to them. This post isn't about YOU approving or accepting of other people's weird hobbies. It's about admiring people because of their enthusiasm, regardless of you or anyone else thinks. Focusing on your own judgmental attitudes about those hobbies totally and completely misses the point.

A burger is a sandwich with ground meat pressed together to form a patty. A patty is similar to, but also distinct from, a sausage. No patty? Not a burger. A sloppy Joe, pulled pork, or pulled chicken sandwich are similar, but definitely not burgers because there is no patty.

Why isn't this already a banging power pop ballad? I feel like these lyrics would fit right into a song sung by Bonnie Tyler, Stevie Nicks, Lady Gaga, Lorde, or even Taylor Swift.

He's blinding it by putting a bag over its head, but the bag is strangely not illustrated. Ostriches calm significantly once they can't see. The meme of an ostrich sticking their head in the sand has some basis in reality, especially considering they love building their nests in sandy areas.

I think the guy in the front is pantomiming putting a bag over its head, but the bag itself is missing from the illustration.

It probably doesn't at all, but the logo in the thumbnail looks a lot like the Crimson Dawn logo.

What is this? Songs of Crimson Dawn?

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.