There seems to be a certain measure of pride amongst some folks in having the latest movies. I know people who boast about having terabytes of new movies on their hard drive, all cams.
Myself, I find them to be unwatchable garbage -- if I wanted to see a new movie that badly, I'd go to the theater and see it. But to them, their collection of grainy cams with bad audio is a treasure.
You already have this functionality on your device: A grid of symbols, which can be activated in any order, or perhaps repeated. The symbols even flash briefly as they're activated.
I've moved a few times in the past year and a half.
After moving piles of certificates again during the last move, I realized that nobody had ever - once - asked if I was certified in X, Y, or Z. I also realized that every employer I've ever had that needed certification for X, Y, or Z in order to accomplish a thing, was willing to pay me to get said certification and (again) nobody ever asked afterward.
I looked at this pile of hard-earned paper and briefly considered buying a bulk box of frames from Alibaba and plastering them all over the walls around my desk, but then I realized that if I cared enough to do that, I would already be looking at a pile of framed certificates instead of a pile of loose paper.
We had a lovely bonfire not long after moving in here, and the certificates were part of the firestarters.
It's just paper. And paper doesn't get things done, people do.
Or do what Ohio did after the 2004 election disaster, go to scantron style ballots.
What are you talking about in Ohio?
I've lived here, in Ohio, my whole life. As a kid, we had massive mechanical "voting machines" that had a huge curtain and a million levers, which presumably produced punch cards. As a voting adult, I used a couple of optical-scanner ballots.
But we're using Diebold machines running WinCE, and have been for a coon's age. In 2004, too: I do not recall a regression in voting apparatuses. (Though I do recall the Diebold machines growing a voter-verifiable, human-readable printed paper tape more than a decade ago that was not there the first one or two times I used them, and which is still present.)
Indeed, 3Mbps can be enough -- if you live alone and manage things carefully.
Last year I was at a house with 3Mbps, at least one (and often multiple) teenagers. It wasn't enough. Streaming, downloads, and web browsing would trash the connection and make it unusable for anything else. There were often bizarre arguments about whose "turn" it was to use the Internet.
I put together a router with Shibby's Tomato-USB, with some careful ingress QoS rules. Streaming still sucked, and downloads were a last priority, but web browsing, gaming and other interactive things were always good.
Nowadays, I've got the same group of people at a different house, and 18Mbps. This is sufficient (again, with careful QoS) that nobody notices (or if they do notice, they never complain), no matter who is doing what with the Internet, including torrents, multiple HD Netflix streams, Youtube, games, browsing -- concurrently.
No problem. (I could get 75Mbps here, but I can't be bothered to.
While I like the auto-LART feature, I wonder what the switch is doing there at all: If the switch is working properly, it doesn't need a reset button.
If the switch is not working properly, it needs to be burdensome to power-cycle it, to encourage people to complain loudly to the responsible vendor(s) until the product actually works.
In these modern times, I think an accessible reset switch is like: "Yo dawg, I heard you like to 'fix' things by pushing buttons, so we put buttons on your Enterprise switches so you can reset one-handed while you [...]"
ObTopic: I once helped take down an enterprise LAN with an Ethernet cable. It was 10-ish years ago, and we just installed a new-fangled VoIP phone system. Each VoIP deskset had a built-in unmanaged 10/100 switch. This was a very handy thing before our modern enlightened structured cabling roll-outs, because it could be trivially daisy-chained with a desktop computer and standardized PoE was not yet a thing.
Anyhow, we started late on a Wednesday, and finished just before start of business Thursday: Record time for replacing an old Nortel with a few hundred extensions, I tell you. And I went home and died on my couch, having been awake and actually working (prep, etc) for about 40 hours.
At 7:23AM, my phone rang. It was my manager. Their entire network had crashed, hard. They blamed us. They were livid. I read my manager the NSFW riot act, hung up, and went back to sleep.
Turns out that after we left, some unknown person had plugged both external switched ports of a deskset into both ports on a wallplate connected to a then high-end HP Procurve switch, which itself connected to a factory and office tower full of other HP Procurve switches carefully set up in a redundant "mesh fabric" mode. This carefully-constructed, redundant network then died in a broadcast packet storm.
Once they found the error and unplugged that one extraneous heads-will-roll wayward wire, things more-or-less instantly returned to normal.
(STP would've instantly made this a complete non-issue, but at that time STP and HP's mesh conflicted with eachother and could not cohabitate. I understand that this was subsequently resolved, though I don't deal with HP switches often enough to verify.)
Unlike every other hip thing, ever, this service actually includes my middle-of-nowhere town in Ohio.
There aren't any local businesses or franchisees on it, except for PetSmart and Walgreens (neither of which ever get any of my money), and I don't expect that to change any time soon. Most of the things I use I buy locally, unless they're somewhat arcane, and then it is Amazon or eBay.
On the other hand it does work with a subset of things from Costco, and the nearest Costco is a far enough drive that for some things their delivery fee might make direct financial sense.
2. We don't know that he's not innocent or normal. I remember when I was a normal-ish 14-year-old boy. I can't honestly say that my mentality at that time would have precluded me sending such pictures in such a way because the technology didn't exist, but I can say that as an adult I've never felt compelled to photograph my bits for sharing with others. But again, at 14: Maybe, if I had the tools.
3. We don't know her intent in distribution. I think that a teenaged girl would likely be all giggles about the thing, without malicious intent. (Have you met a teenaged girl? My own is 14.)
4. We don't know why he chose Snapchat. Perhaps simply because it was convenient, and he was simply familiar with the interface -- we cannot assume, based on what we know, that it was a deliberate decision driven by Snapchat's default nature of deleting things after a short time.
5. We don't know that she's some crypto-savvy script kiddie who went through extensive measures to bypass Snapchat's security. For all we know she did the obvious and simplest thing: She used one handheld device to take a photograph of an image on another handheld device. (The analog hole does not exclude Snapchat.)
That normal, innocent kids might be smart and clever does not mean that their every motivation is evil. Furthermore, normal, innocent kids making unwise decisions is a hallmark of normal, innocent kids: They're kids, FFS.
Furthermore, there is zero (none) difference between 1080p and 1080i when watching 24 FPS film content, as displayed on an LCD -- whether there is motion or not. The same can also be said of 1080p30 and 1080i60 for content that is of 30 FPS.
Have noted zero congestion issues, at 4 different locations. Did have one location which had ancient (lead-jacketed, even) copper and took forever (easily 100 man hours) for them to get it to work properly, but they did.
The bitloading graph at the bottom of http://192.168.1.254/xslt?PAGE=C_5_3 is instructive, too: It's a representation of the spectrum currently being used on your circuit.
i really wish they'd get around to whacking the whackers around here. I'm getting tired of hams driving retired cop cars with aftermarket lightbars and "REACT" painted on the doors with a somewhat official-looking seal and a plastic badge they bought at the security guard outfitter supply thinking they're somehow entitled to do more than use the radio.
Those aren't hams, those are nutcases.
Hams are licensed amateur radio operators and are generally very picky about following each FCC rule to the letter and practice the art of long-distance communications using gear running from batteries. When all of our wonderful communications systems fall apart (which happens), hams will (and do!) find a way to reach the outside world for everyone's benefit.
REAC is a group of baffoons trying to make themselves feel important, often with unlicensed CB radios illegally using linear amplifiers, and in my direct experience are an unsavory sort of folk who would be the last people I would accept help from, much less ask. I teach my daughter to stay away from them.
To conflate the two is brutally both disparaging toward hams, and far more respectful toward REAC than they could possibly deserve.
I doubt it can pay for itself before it dies of old age in a consumer application. (Which is no surprise, since it's not being marketed toward consumers.)
I've seen high-quality (Motorola batteries for 2-way radios) lithium rechargeable batteries lose 40% of their capacity in 3 years, sitting in their factory-sealed packaging in a desk drawer.
And I'm not talking about self-discharge, but permanent capacity loss. But since you mention self-discharge...
I've seen barely-used, only-a-few-weeks-old Porter Cable power tool batteries that would discharge overnight in the back of a truck in a climate-controlled garage, connected to nothing.
But since these things are impossible, I guess I'm imagining the day I delivered replacement Motorola batteries to a customer whose spare batteries weren't. I suppose that I was dreaming the day that I charged up all of the Porter Cable batteries, before foolishly trying to use them the next day.
McDonalds does not care about latency, and that is the context of this thread.
And yes, AT&T U-Verse's VDSL seems to be more latent than AT&T's own ADSL and SDSL. It's still fast (non-latent) enough, at least according to the girls I go out with.
My Jr. High music teacher died from brain cancer. He was brilliant, highly-skilled, and excellent with showing kids their vocal potential. He remembered everyone; name, rank, serial. And he never gave up on any of them.
One of the more painful memories I have, ever, is of meeting this man a few years later, at work: He's browsing movies, and I'm coming back from a long day of installing satellite dishes -- my first "real" job.
I'm all "Mr. [ZZZ], how are you? I haven't seen you in awhile."
And he's all "Uh, hi. Yes! Yes, I remember you! You're uhm, Jason? No that's not it. Andy? No no. I'm very sorry, but they tell me I've got brain cancer and it's really hard to remember..."
Me: "Can I help?"
"No, no, they say I've still got 72% of my brain left. I've got brain cancer, haven't you heard? Let's see, uh, I know I know you and I'm very embarrassed that I can't name you."
At this point, I let the then-old-to-me damaged dude (45-50-ish) know my name, which still drew a blank. It was difficult excusing myself from that situation, and apparent that the missing 28% was inclusive of all of his genuinely-beloved students. He died a year or two later. Mein herz brennt -- I used to could talk to the guy about anything.
I mean, FFS: My grand-dad died from Parkinson's, which is a terrible fucking way to die when it gets stretched to multiple years of uselessness: You still know everything, but you can't do anything about it. (He was an engineer, but couldn't communicate his ideas at all. One scribbled note, discarded by the nurses because they'd since moved/re-adjusted him and no longer cared, said "Neck hurts." By the time I got there, they didn't care about my interpretation. He cried, which was perhaps the best he could do, paralyzed and unable to speak but having successfully had his written complaint understood only to be ultimately ignored).
My other grand-dad died from a bad stroke, leading to other strokes. This is also a terrible fucking way to die, especially it also involves years of uselessness. (He was a salesman and a wildly successful realtor and a lot of other first-party things, but couldn't reach the people he used to know after the first real stroke)
Fuck all brain diseases, in general. But brain cancer? Sheesh Fuck that one in particular. Brain cancer is silly-crazy-scary. Shell-of-a-ghost-of-a-human scary. I wish we could fix that one. At least my grand-dads knew who I was.
(I'd tell you about the staph infection my school-teacher aunt got in her own brain, but she's mostly better, ish: She used to know everything, and she's sure that she still does, but she's a bit more reserved about relaying that than she used to be.)
Then you could put the whole OS (ROMs aside) into a recoverable ramdisk... talk about a quick boot.
I've heard of this trick, though I never owned an Amiga or any manner of useful Apple (though there is ostensibly a useless pizza-box-shaped Mac over there on the table, and an example of the Last Hoorah of the PPC 24" iMacs working fine and being useless in my garage waiting for me to figure out how to ship it because they're still valued at hundreds of dollars, but not to me because it largely fails at Spotify and Youtube, which are two things I need from a fixed PC in my garage.).
It was certainly a clever hack: A loader that linearly (FAST!) loaded the OS into a RAM disk, and then booted from that RAM disk, and then would pivot back to the disk and free the RAM it was using.
Folks don't do anything clever like that anymore.
I remember scoring a 2MB EMS card (an Everex card that would use Intel drivers) for an XT that I ran a BBS from, and then scoring the 72 individual DIP RAM modules to populate it. Half was used as a RAM drive; frequent and generally read-only boot and BBS stuff would live there. I even toyed with optimizing it: Some of the TSRs would load overall-faster from the RAM disk, but once loaded they were resident so they could be flushed to make room for other things that would be used later. The other half was disk cache, at a time when disk cache was a thing that wasn't often done. The rest of the machine lived within its 640k of base memory.
Optimizing, tweaking. Pushing the edge to get booting faster, and regular operations going faster. I miss that.
Nowadays, we (or at least I) just throw parts at the problem:
Oh, your machine boots slowly? Here, try this SSD.
You're having a hard time switching between big programs? Here, let me plug in an extra >half-dozen gigabytes of RAM.
The answers these days are so easy, and so much less rewarding. (I should be able to chooch that G5 iMac in my garage into the modern world, but it's been forgotten for the purposes I want it for.)
Sony's been in the camera business a long, long time, with everything from CCTV to studio cameras. Their sensors are behind lots of lenses.
That they might make the best compact modularized camera is a concept that I'll take with the appropriate quantity of salt, but I would not be surprised at all if the claim were true.
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I suppose then that it should be easy to fix the Android audio latency problem.
But it's still not fixed.
Indeed. And when LTE was still in its infancy here in the States, I regularly saw 25Mbps on Verizon.
There seems to be a certain measure of pride amongst some folks in having the latest movies. I know people who boast about having terabytes of new movies on their hard drive, all cams.
Myself, I find them to be unwatchable garbage -- if I wanted to see a new movie that badly, I'd go to the theater and see it. But to them, their collection of grainy cams with bad audio is a treasure.
We're loosing our language.
You already have this functionality on your device: A grid of symbols, which can be activated in any order, or perhaps repeated. The symbols even flash briefly as they're activated.
It's called a PIN.
I've moved a few times in the past year and a half.
After moving piles of certificates again during the last move, I realized that nobody had ever - once - asked if I was certified in X, Y, or Z. I also realized that every employer I've ever had that needed certification for X, Y, or Z in order to accomplish a thing, was willing to pay me to get said certification and (again) nobody ever asked afterward.
I looked at this pile of hard-earned paper and briefly considered buying a bulk box of frames from Alibaba and plastering them all over the walls around my desk, but then I realized that if I cared enough to do that, I would already be looking at a pile of framed certificates instead of a pile of loose paper.
We had a lovely bonfire not long after moving in here, and the certificates were part of the firestarters.
It's just paper. And paper doesn't get things done, people do.
(I don't miss them.)
What are you talking about in Ohio?
I've lived here, in Ohio, my whole life. As a kid, we had massive mechanical "voting machines" that had a huge curtain and a million levers, which presumably produced punch cards. As a voting adult, I used a couple of optical-scanner ballots.
But we're using Diebold machines running WinCE, and have been for a coon's age. In 2004, too: I do not recall a regression in voting apparatuses. (Though I do recall the Diebold machines growing a voter-verifiable, human-readable printed paper tape more than a decade ago that was not there the first one or two times I used them, and which is still present.)
Indeed, 3Mbps can be enough -- if you live alone and manage things carefully.
Last year I was at a house with 3Mbps, at least one (and often multiple) teenagers. It wasn't enough. Streaming, downloads, and web browsing would trash the connection and make it unusable for anything else. There were often bizarre arguments about whose "turn" it was to use the Internet.
I put together a router with Shibby's Tomato-USB, with some careful ingress QoS rules. Streaming still sucked, and downloads were a last priority, but web browsing, gaming and other interactive things were always good.
Nowadays, I've got the same group of people at a different house, and 18Mbps. This is sufficient (again, with careful QoS) that nobody notices (or if they do notice, they never complain), no matter who is doing what with the Internet, including torrents, multiple HD Netflix streams, Youtube, games, browsing -- concurrently.
No problem. (I could get 75Mbps here, but I can't be bothered to.
While I like the auto-LART feature, I wonder what the switch is doing there at all: If the switch is working properly, it doesn't need a reset button.
If the switch is not working properly, it needs to be burdensome to power-cycle it, to encourage people to complain loudly to the responsible vendor(s) until the product actually works.
In these modern times, I think an accessible reset switch is like: "Yo dawg, I heard you like to 'fix' things by pushing buttons, so we put buttons on your Enterprise switches so you can reset one-handed while you [...]"
ObTopic: I once helped take down an enterprise LAN with an Ethernet cable. It was 10-ish years ago, and we just installed a new-fangled VoIP phone system. Each VoIP deskset had a built-in unmanaged 10/100 switch. This was a very handy thing before our modern enlightened structured cabling roll-outs, because it could be trivially daisy-chained with a desktop computer and standardized PoE was not yet a thing.
Anyhow, we started late on a Wednesday, and finished just before start of business Thursday: Record time for replacing an old Nortel with a few hundred extensions, I tell you. And I went home and died on my couch, having been awake and actually working (prep, etc) for about 40 hours.
At 7:23AM, my phone rang. It was my manager. Their entire network had crashed, hard. They blamed us. They were livid. I read my manager the NSFW riot act, hung up, and went back to sleep.
Turns out that after we left, some unknown person had plugged both external switched ports of a deskset into both ports on a wallplate connected to a then high-end HP Procurve switch, which itself connected to a factory and office tower full of other HP Procurve switches carefully set up in a redundant "mesh fabric" mode. This carefully-constructed, redundant network then died in a broadcast packet storm.
Once they found the error and unplugged that one extraneous heads-will-roll wayward wire, things more-or-less instantly returned to normal.
(STP would've instantly made this a complete non-issue, but at that time STP and HP's mesh conflicted with eachother and could not cohabitate. I understand that this was subsequently resolved, though I don't deal with HP switches often enough to verify.)
Oddly, of all the things they seem to be offering for same-day delivery in my town, most of it is not groceries but hard goods.
And hard goods delivery is a hip thing in 2015: Malls and retail giants are failing, but people still buy their stuff somewhere.
Unlike every other hip thing, ever, this service actually includes my middle-of-nowhere town in Ohio.
There aren't any local businesses or franchisees on it, except for PetSmart and Walgreens (neither of which ever get any of my money), and I don't expect that to change any time soon. Most of the things I use I buy locally, unless they're somewhat arcane, and then it is Amazon or eBay.
On the other hand it does work with a subset of things from Costco, and the nearest Costco is a far enough drive that for some things their delivery fee might make direct financial sense.
Huh?
1. We don't know that it was unsolicited.
2. We don't know that he's not innocent or normal. I remember when I was a normal-ish 14-year-old boy. I can't honestly say that my mentality at that time would have precluded me sending such pictures in such a way because the technology didn't exist, but I can say that as an adult I've never felt compelled to photograph my bits for sharing with others. But again, at 14: Maybe, if I had the tools.
3. We don't know her intent in distribution. I think that a teenaged girl would likely be all giggles about the thing, without malicious intent. (Have you met a teenaged girl? My own is 14.)
4. We don't know why he chose Snapchat. Perhaps simply because it was convenient, and he was simply familiar with the interface -- we cannot assume, based on what we know, that it was a deliberate decision driven by Snapchat's default nature of deleting things after a short time.
5. We don't know that she's some crypto-savvy script kiddie who went through extensive measures to bypass Snapchat's security. For all we know she did the obvious and simplest thing: She used one handheld device to take a photograph of an image on another handheld device. (The analog hole does not exclude Snapchat.)
That normal, innocent kids might be smart and clever does not mean that their every motivation is evil. Furthermore, normal, innocent kids making unwise decisions is a hallmark of normal, innocent kids: They're kids, FFS.
Furthermore, there is zero (none) difference between 1080p and 1080i when watching 24 FPS film content, as displayed on an LCD -- whether there is motion or not. The same can also be said of 1080p30 and 1080i60 for content that is of 30 FPS.
Have noted zero congestion issues, at 4 different locations. Did have one location which had ancient (lead-jacketed, even) copper and took forever (easily 100 man hours) for them to get it to work properly, but they did.
Ever have a look at your stats at http://192.168.1.254/xslt?PAGE=C_1_0?
The bitloading graph at the bottom of http://192.168.1.254/xslt?PAGE=C_5_3 is instructive, too: It's a representation of the spectrum currently being used on your circuit.
Those aren't hams, those are nutcases.
Hams are licensed amateur radio operators and are generally very picky about following each FCC rule to the letter and practice the art of long-distance communications using gear running from batteries. When all of our wonderful communications systems fall apart (which happens), hams will (and do!) find a way to reach the outside world for everyone's benefit.
REAC is a group of baffoons trying to make themselves feel important, often with unlicensed CB radios illegally using linear amplifiers, and in my direct experience are an unsavory sort of folk who would be the last people I would accept help from, much less ask. I teach my daughter to stay away from them.
To conflate the two is brutally both disparaging toward hams, and far more respectful toward REAC than they could possibly deserve.
The Tesla PowerPack is a 100kWh battery.
100kWh * $250 = $25,000.
I doubt it can pay for itself before it dies of old age in a consumer application. (Which is no surprise, since it's not being marketed toward consumers.)
I've seen high-quality (Motorola batteries for 2-way radios) lithium rechargeable batteries lose 40% of their capacity in 3 years, sitting in their factory-sealed packaging in a desk drawer.
And I'm not talking about self-discharge, but permanent capacity loss. But since you mention self-discharge...
I've seen barely-used, only-a-few-weeks-old Porter Cable power tool batteries that would discharge overnight in the back of a truck in a climate-controlled garage, connected to nothing.
But since these things are impossible, I guess I'm imagining the day I delivered replacement Motorola batteries to a customer whose spare batteries weren't. I suppose that I was dreaming the day that I charged up all of the Porter Cable batteries, before foolishly trying to use them the next day.
McDonalds does not care about latency, and that is the context of this thread.
And yes, AT&T U-Verse's VDSL seems to be more latent than AT&T's own ADSL and SDSL. It's still fast (non-latent) enough, at least according to the girls I go out with.
My Jr. High music teacher died from brain cancer. He was brilliant, highly-skilled, and excellent with showing kids their vocal potential. He remembered everyone; name, rank, serial. And he never gave up on any of them.
One of the more painful memories I have, ever, is of meeting this man a few years later, at work: He's browsing movies, and I'm coming back from a long day of installing satellite dishes -- my first "real" job.
I'm all "Mr. [ZZZ], how are you? I haven't seen you in awhile."
And he's all "Uh, hi. Yes! Yes, I remember you! You're uhm, Jason? No that's not it. Andy? No no. I'm very sorry, but they tell me I've got brain cancer and it's really hard to remember..."
Me: "Can I help?"
"No, no, they say I've still got 72% of my brain left. I've got brain cancer, haven't you heard? Let's see, uh, I know I know you and I'm very embarrassed that I can't name you."
At this point, I let the then-old-to-me damaged dude (45-50-ish) know my name, which still drew a blank. It was difficult excusing myself from that situation, and apparent that the missing 28% was inclusive of all of his genuinely-beloved students. He died a year or two later. Mein herz brennt -- I used to could talk to the guy about anything.
I mean, FFS: My grand-dad died from Parkinson's, which is a terrible fucking way to die when it gets stretched to multiple years of uselessness: You still know everything, but you can't do anything about it. (He was an engineer, but couldn't communicate his ideas at all. One scribbled note, discarded by the nurses because they'd since moved/re-adjusted him and no longer cared, said "Neck hurts." By the time I got there, they didn't care about my interpretation. He cried, which was perhaps the best he could do, paralyzed and unable to speak but having successfully had his written complaint understood only to be ultimately ignored).
My other grand-dad died from a bad stroke, leading to other strokes. This is also a terrible fucking way to die, especially it also involves years of uselessness. (He was a salesman and a wildly successful realtor and a lot of other first-party things, but couldn't reach the people he used to know after the first real stroke)
Fuck all brain diseases, in general. But brain cancer? Sheesh Fuck that one in particular. Brain cancer is silly-crazy-scary. Shell-of-a-ghost-of-a-human scary. I wish we could fix that one. At least my grand-dads knew who I was.
(I'd tell you about the staph infection my school-teacher aunt got in her own brain, but she's mostly better, ish: She used to know everything, and she's sure that she still does, but she's a bit more reserved about relaying that than she used to be.)
Who!
I've heard of this trick, though I never owned an Amiga or any manner of useful Apple (though there is ostensibly a useless pizza-box-shaped Mac over there on the table, and an example of the Last Hoorah of the PPC 24" iMacs working fine and being useless in my garage waiting for me to figure out how to ship it because they're still valued at hundreds of dollars, but not to me because it largely fails at Spotify and Youtube, which are two things I need from a fixed PC in my garage.).
It was certainly a clever hack: A loader that linearly (FAST!) loaded the OS into a RAM disk, and then booted from that RAM disk, and then would pivot back to the disk and free the RAM it was using.
Folks don't do anything clever like that anymore.
I remember scoring a 2MB EMS card (an Everex card that would use Intel drivers) for an XT that I ran a BBS from, and then scoring the 72 individual DIP RAM modules to populate it. Half was used as a RAM drive; frequent and generally read-only boot and BBS stuff would live there. I even toyed with optimizing it: Some of the TSRs would load overall-faster from the RAM disk, but once loaded they were resident so they could be flushed to make room for other things that would be used later. The other half was disk cache, at a time when disk cache was a thing that wasn't often done. The rest of the machine lived within its 640k of base memory.
Optimizing, tweaking. Pushing the edge to get booting faster, and regular operations going faster. I miss that.
Nowadays, we (or at least I) just throw parts at the problem:
Oh, your machine boots slowly? Here, try this SSD.
You're having a hard time switching between big programs? Here, let me plug in an extra >half-dozen gigabytes of RAM.
The answers these days are so easy, and so much less rewarding. (I should be able to chooch that G5 iMac in my garage into the modern world, but it's been forgotten for the purposes I want it for.)
Sony's been in the camera business a long, long time, with everything from CCTV to studio cameras. Their sensors are behind lots of lenses.
That they might make the best compact modularized camera is a concept that I'll take with the appropriate quantity of salt, but I would not be surprised at all if the claim were true.
Yeah. I think you mentioned that.
Thanks for the clarity!
Voice recognition works reasonably for me, in a car. Has since the days of the OG Droid, running Android 2.0.
Huh. 50 bucks?
The junkyard near me sells them new for $12. It's one of the only new parts they keep in stock - apparently they're a ridiculously popular item.