This is sort of like when porn stars are paid to have their genitals re-created in silicon and then sold in unlimited numbers for the masses to engage in whatever nefarious deeds they see fit... or don’t fit.
That’s funny. I believe I bought my Ring camera thru a sponsored link posted on this very site. Hmm...
I blame Twitter’s tailspin on Musk’s recent hire as CTO of a Dr. Bunsen Honeydew.
I don’t understand why companies who make VR or AR goggles feel the need to stuff EVERYTHING into the goggles themselves. All you really need is the stereoscopic screen, some motion sensors, a couple low-throw speakers (or in Apple’s case, 5 spatial speakers) and a wireless connection fast enough to stream all that…
Leave the moon alone.
There’s a joke that starts out “what do you call 5 billionaires at the bottom of the ocean?” but it may be too soon for the punchline.
Reminds me of when Apple put a forward-facing camera on their early iPhones, and people asked, “why would anyone want to take a picture of themselves?”
“The Grand Budapest Hotel” was the one Wes Anderson movie that I thought was somewhat grounded in character development more than scenic display or cinematic cleverness (although it had plenty of both). Towards the end, I actually felt a real emotion tethered to something Ralph Fiennes’s character said.
Hopefully they’ll work in some PSAs, you know, for the kids.
[ahem] ‘scuse me, Porsche? It’s a concept car. Ditch the steering wheel/yoke and put in a center-mounted joystick that controls steering and acceleration/braking, so that the operator can control it from either seat. Mkay?
“CGI Indy doesn’t look great, we’ll admit.”
I didn’t watch it. No one I know watched it. In fact, very few people I know even use Twitter at all. This country feels increasingly lop-sided.
“Dr. Playground” sounds like a horror movie title.