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Sounds convenient.
Sounds convenient.
I’m sure they have an app to help you understand.
Nope. Just like living. Not sure what all the hoo-haw’s about. Never felt so old in my life.
Who doesn’t like hand feeding the fish? Why even have them?
Imagine… setting it while at home.
That’s true. It doesn’t.
I like the idea that some folks have entirely private systems run by raspberry-pi. That sounds fun.
But what can it do more easily than an mid 20th century home can do?
Okay — can anyone — and I mean anyone, please explain to me that allure of the so called home assistant. Our home was built in 1965. Its housed many families very comfortably. It houses our family very comfortably. Our kids are heading off to college. Tra la la. We have holidays, happiness, and we contribute to the community at a variety of events. We sleep well. Eat well. We host parties of up to fifty people sometimes… we have a yard.We have a dog, two cats, fish etc. All the things that happen in a home.
We are happy.
We have no so called smart products. We use a terrestrial radio in the kitchen on the daily. We stream from the rip-off services when we desire. We are up on the shows etc. So we have internet — each of us has a phone and a device for working. I just don’t get it.
What is the allure of the so called smart home etc?
The last true hero.
So… they were spying? In Vancouver?
I’m out of the loop… what’s this referencing?
Every time I fail to return a shopping cart on a beautiful spring day, the grocery store’s Cart Gatherer thanks me kindly and calls, “Thank you kind citizen for giving me leave to leave the hellhole that I was stuck in because the world is filled with assholes who are stealing my job! I want to be in the sunlight! Don’t take that from me!!”
Thank you — seems like a nice place to start to move beyond starting a browser.
I’m ready to do something lower tech — retro.
I’m a big fan of this old BBS game called Space Trader — I loved it. Hoping to get one going.
Thank you! I shall start listening!
Wait! I’m the intended audience. Thank you.
How do the folks you are satirizing receive it?
Will you help me understand it?
I truly truly want to understand this.
I cannot understand what motivates this post.
I’m obsessed with typewriters and I do not give a fuck if it makes sense to anyone else.
Honestly.
So I simply don’t understand why anyone cares if something that makes them happy makes sense to anyone.
What is this preoccupation?
Truly.
Example: I’m pretty certain even this question will not make sense to some people. That’s not on me. It’s on them.
But for the author of the meme and for the people that this query makes sense to: why?
Why this meme.
Is it saying that if I am an ancient and eternal god and it makes me happy to eat my children, it is permissible for me to eat my children?
Because regardless of how happy it makes you to eat your children, it’s not okay.
And clearly I get that the idea here is not the promotion of children eating, but I have zero idea what it is promoting, supporting, or critiquing. Consider me out of the loop. What does this mean, and more importantly, why?
Forgive me but the Pi is an order Of magnitude better than the dinosaurs you mention.