Honestly I find most of them pretty cool.

I just put Windows in a quarantine, if I bother at all.

Well, if somebody poses aggressively in front of you randomly on the street, the wise thing to do for you would be to run away. You could probably overpower them, but it just isn’t worth the risk most of the time.

Just run away and you’ll probably be fine.

the faces are so generic they don’t even render them

I need to print once a year. When I do, I print at my local library.

$$f(x) = 5$$

$a = b$

This chick is probably set to be a pirate, arr.

physics and math

Maybe it’s also just projection. Like, she sees men as only fucktoys and a necessary evil to have. So the men treat her likewise.

Use a different search engine?

Theoretically, yes, practically, no.

Like, if you got epilepsy, your muscles can cramp, and destroy your body tissue that way. That doesn’t mean it happens under any normal circumstances.

*than

You should make less worries about this.

The dark time before time existed.

Actually, I believe it should be possible (albeit horrendously slow) by memory-mapping the disk to address space.

Computer programming is difficult, because the computer does what you tell it to do, not what you want it to do.

the first orb brings you to the first level

Cannot confirm.

I use google maps regularly, and it mostly works fine.

However, google search engine (and youtube recommendations) have gone on a steeply downhill rollercoaster ride. Nowadays, I have difficulty researching even the most basic topics on Google, because it is so clustered with ads that I cannot tell anymore whether any website is genuine or trying to scam me.

We need a google that uses AI/ML to hunt and de-rank the 1800 word essay web pages that answer the question, “how long should you microwave a baked potato for?”

“In 1863, county cork in Ireland, Shamus O’Toole created the world first commercial potato farm. He’d go on to…”

Exactly what it feels like if I’m asked to “write an 700-word article” somehow. Most of it is just filler material, really.

Narrator: They don’t.