Beat me to it

Did not know they had those fences over in the USA, I suppose you guys also had some craftsman immigrants

Is that Argentina?

So they can track your driving habits better

Man I would get offers twice a week even after switching jobs when I had data engineer as my job title, took them like a year and a half to stop sending me offers for data positions

Yes

Make sure your profile matches their lazy ass search queries

Maybe people are tired of everything in lemmy being about politics

The trick is to try and think what could those words correspond to in assembly

I don’t know where you live but there’s probably a bunch of call centers in your country with similar policies that are 100% compliant with the law

Don’t do good things to be good, do them because of how good they make you feel

Pay attention, it’s the little things that make the whole picture when put together

If you’re unsure about doing a certain activity do it anyways. It’s better to err than to do nothing and forever wonder what it would had been like if you had

Most people aren’t evil, they just have been formed differently by life itself. Try to understand them before you decide how you feel about them

Ah but that one isn’t your own it’s shared

Ah such a masterful plan, paying for your own internet

If you dumb it down enough that’s exactly what humans do with our legs

Love you’re getting down voted for being against censorship, lemmy hivemind at it’s finest

Gotta love how no company ever tells you which part of the terms of service where violated

You could always block everything but yourself and be at complete peace

Give them time until they figure out a way to make smart monitors sell somewhat and the entire industry decides that’s the way to go

Lazy load exception anyone?

It was my sister’s birthday and I was over her place helping set everything up for the night party and then she said “dad’s not picking up the phone”

I had the gut feeling then and there something had happened and indeed he had had a hearth attack that morning