You wake up in the morning, groggily go to pour some coffee, and that's when the smell hits you. It's robust, wretched, and it's coming from your sink - dirty dishes. The night before you filled some crusty bowls and pans with water under the pretense of cleaning them later on, but you forgot and now you're regretting it. It's time to stop lying to yourself - it's time to stop soaking.
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January 1, 2018 is no different than December 31, 2017. You probably woke up with big plans to "really make some changes this year," but you know what? It's not going to work. Why? Because you've already decided that waiting until the new year to become the new and improved you is the right course of action.
I just migrated my photos off of Flickr. Yes, it's 2017, and I was still using Flickr. Why? Because I'd been using it since 2005, it's free, and the mobile app is… fine. But now that it seems like Flickr is joining the likes of AOL and Earthlink in the internet graveyard, it's clearly time to leave. Why did it take this long for me to leave to begin with?
Here's a cool thing. When you're sick, or allergic, or something flies up your nose, and you spasm and expel mucus, it's polite for anyone around you, including complete strangers, to call attention to it. In English-speaking countries they say "Bless you," in most of Europe they say "Health."
In almost every culture, the polite response is "Thank you." As in "Thank you for calling attention to my embarrassing bodily function." As in "Thank you for making me thank you while I'm probably still dealing with how something inside me is now outside me." As in, "Thank you for alerting me that for the next three months, I'll be having impromptu two-line conversations with strangers, because my body thinks flowers want to kill it."
I hate flying. I hate the cramped seats, I hate the food and I hate the hurry-up-and-wait mentality of airports. Imagine my delight then after spending 33-hours trapped on a Cathay Pacific flight from New York to Hong Kong thanks to bad weather and the bad Chinese government. Welcome to the flight from hell.
Each year, Apple and Google hold press conferences to show off their new mobile operating systems. These days, both are often met with a resounding "meh" followed by outcries that Apple's just an imitator. Here's an unpopular opinion: I don't care.
User interface design is hard, but we've been getting better at it over the years to the point where even a thermostat is easy to use. Automakers, however, seem to have their heads in the sand, taking their design inspiration for their infotainment consoles from old Winamp skins instead of any type of modern interface.
Everyone is horrified by how United Airlines has treated a paying passenger it decided to kick off a plane after he had boarded. One minor but chilling aspect of the horror? How United's own comments abuse what language actually means to try and justify its shitty behaviour.
Whether it's poorly reported stories of hacked Samsung TVs, sadly hilarious tales of hacked teddy bears, or even more bizarre claims about wiretapped microwaves, real, fake and overblown accounts of all the things that can happen with the devices we choose to connect to the internet dominate the news. We've brought this stupid future on ourselves.
Apple's iCloud has a long and troubled past, but the company keeps pushing it for iPhone and Mac users with every new operating system update. Don't be fooled. The service is an inconsistent mess and more trouble than it's worth.
Last month, Google introduced YouTube Red in Australia, a paid tier for YouTube that removes ads, among other cool features. I've been using it ever since launch day What I thought would be a minor reduction in annoyances actually changed how I view and enjoy the internet.
"Your review on Yelp is destroying my business," he says to me, clearly clenching his teeth, "How long do I have to suffer because of your negative review?" A few weeks ago, I got a phone call from a contractor because of a review I'd left. What ensued was a weirdly emotional conversation that ventured between harassment and a plea for empathy.