It actually depends on the model, it may be under the seat, behind the speaker, in the door pocket. It's insane.

Onedrive is pretty ok, other than being annoying. A company I worked for was acquired by another company that had their own cloud storage product. After the acquisition, they forced us to migrate from onedrive to their product. It was so bad... Files would constantly corrupt and disappear, the speed was terrible, trying to share files didn't work half the time, when sharing folders the people you shared with wouldn't see all the files in the folder. They also limited our storage from 1TB to 25GB making it pretty useless for storing builds of our product or trying to share VMs.

And the worst part is that they also closed our SMB network share to force us to use that piece of shit.

After that experience, I will never complain about Onedrive again.

Job should be there too. When they get bored, they start doing someone else's job until they get bored. Like trump pretending to be a Mcdonald employee, or Elon pretending to be a CEO.

So dreams are like level 200: your brain evolutionarily built a venting and coping mechanism that makes it invent fictional universes in which it pretends to live while you are sleeping.

So a latibulation cave. I'm latibulating in my latibulation cave.

Not being able to access American sites will allow local competitors to appear. Back in 2005-2010, before Facebook, there were many local social platforms and forums. For example, these are all from Romania.

The ones I hate the most are on public beaches. At least in Romania where I live, when you go to the beach in summer, there is always some shitty bar that blasts music you can hear 500m away and occupy a lot of public beach space with their beach chairs for rent.

I recently saw gamers nexus' Intel tour. It was like seeing a sci-fi movie, it's incredible how advanced the stuff they do is. I also found it incredible how much it takes to build a chip... It takes about 2-3 months from wafer to chip.

Lights. 15 years ago, everyone was using incandescent bulbs which were terribly inefficient and neon lights which had their own inconveniences. Today, LEDs have mostly replaced them, can produce better quality light, and use a fraction of the power.

“The injured were sprawled out over the railroad tracks, scorched and black. When I walked by, they moaned in agony. ‘Water… water…’

I heard a man in passing announce that giving water to the burn victims would kill them. I was torn. I knew that these people had hours, if not minutes, to live. These burn victims – they were no longer of this world.

‘Water… water…’

I decided to look for a water source. Luckily, I found a futon nearby engulfed in flames. I tore a piece of it off, dipped it in the rice paddy nearby, and wrang it over the burn victims’ mouths. There were about 40 of them. I went back and forth, from the rice paddy to the railroad tracks. They drank the muddy water eagerly. Among them was my dear friend Yamada. ‘Yama- da! Yamada!’ I exclaimed, giddy to see a familiar face. I placed my hand on his chest. His skin slid right off, exposing his flesh. I was mortified. ‘Water…’ he murmured. I wrang the water over his mouth. Five minutes later, he was dead.

...

Everywhere, as far as my eyes could reach, all the houses had collapsed, all the trees and electric poles had been broken down. About two kilometres away, around the spot which later proved to be the explosion centre, thick dark smoke whirled up from a sea of yellowish dust.

I remained stunned, completely stunned. The next moment I heard a faint groan, then disconnected words that seemed to come up from the bottom of the earth: "Yuko . . . dead . . . I’m dying . . . don't stay ..." It was my wife, but it was not anything like a voice uttered by a human being: it was a voice squeezed out from the last bit of life in death's grip. "What? Be strong now! . . . Where are you? Where are you?" As if in reply, a pile of tangled timbers moved with a creaking noise. Bleeding all over, my wife stood upright, with our two-month-old baby tightly in her arms.

All around us we heard shouting, groaning, cursing, voices calling father, voices calling mother, voices in search of brothers and sisters. All over the central part of town flames were shooting out as if the earth's crust had been ripped open. And these sorely burnt men and women all in stark nakedness! It was as if our corrupt world had come to an end, giving way to hell. My wife was most painfully wounded. On her whole body were stuck countless fragments of glass, large and small, that reflected pallid lights like a glittering spearhead of a demon. She could see nothing.

I took my wife on my back, and held the baby on my left arm. We walked three hundred metres, stepping barefooted on the debris and broken sheets of glass that went to pieces under our weight, and took refuge on a sand bank in a river where the tide had ebbed. Here we joined hundreds of suffering people, and the sound of the frantic search of parents for their children was heartrending enough to make one giddy.

....

But it wasn't that bad, right?

Tesla's decision to only use cameras and no lidar will bite them in the ass.

I also love notification LEDs.

I'm pretty sure the main reason for them disappearing is the displays extending all the way to to edge. There isn't any room left where to place it.

Also, on phones with always-on display, you can use the display to show notifications, the led is redundant.

But still, I find them really useful and am sad to see them being phased out.