I don’t like the new interior of the entrance. Now instead of “bigger on the inside”, it’s “extra-dimensional addition that couldn’t be seen/accessed from the outside”.
And why are the words repeated inside and wrong way right readable? In case someone inside forgets what the outside looks like?
Maybe they’ll explain some brilliant reasoning for all this. Until then, I don’t like it.
Spreadsheet to Compare Pixel 2 XL and Pixel 3 XL phones by Google.
128gb storage capacity is perfectly respectable as an option, however as a maximum option for storage capacity it is simply pathetic in 2018. It was woeful in 2017. I also wonder what it will take for them to up the ram; it’s not like their efficiency with 4gb has been impressive.
Otherwise, (and totally ignoring the notch, which would not have been my route) it’s still the best available phone.
@apple brings me some joy and a lot of grief; the lows are too low. Apple ID, no listing, individual privacy control, no data control.
Intelligence is not consciousness. Intelligence is the ability to solve problems. Consciousness is the ability to feel things.
Reddit does not understand the internet. Closing older articles to any new comments, just as a matter of elapsed time, is so much nonsense I don’t know how to even.
“There is a dual-core Transformer Pad version heading to US with LTE as the quad-core processor is not yet compatible with LTE network.” —webtechpoint (July 18, 2012)
What on earth?!
What kind of ridiculous….
That’s more information I’ve heard about the expected LTE version of the Infinity than anywhere else, at least, albeit being negative info.
I met a kid (4.75 or 5.75 years old) last weekend whose favorite food is broccoli. Reallly? What is it you like about Broccoli? “EVERYTHING!” Even raw, apparently.
I think having an emphatic love for eating vegetables is an excellent early start in life. If broccoli makes him so happy, just imagine when he gets to know bacon. :)
(I have broccoli with my lunch today, which is why this came up now.)
This came through as a Forward in my email (thanks Mom). I’ve seen it before; I still don’t know its original author/source.
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of an old man.
?Your son is here,? she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient?s eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man?s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.