Sounds like Cohost is circling the bowl, too. And what happened to that social network started by two teenage girls? There were so many of these damn things I couldn't keep track of it all. It was like the web search industry before the Google meteor struck.
ArugulaZ
Gee, who ever thought there would be racist content from a site owned by Apartheid Boy? And of course, he probably denies it exists in spite of clear evidence to the contrary. He literally defamed the Anti-Defamation League when they called him out on him jerking it to his Nazi fantasies. Then I think he cried to his mommy, who looks like the Bride of Frankenstein.
I was saying this over on YouTube... it's his responsibility to report tech developments accurately and responsibly, because today's tech developments are tomorrow's history. Future nerds need to know the score! Scooty-Puff Junior suuuuuuuucks!
I think I blew up that KFC when I played Mercenaries on the Xbox...
But they can't sell you more shit if they didn't have planned obsolescence baked in!
(It's a little sobering realizing that technology is old enough to be, you know, OLD. Nothing about this is novel to anybody anymore. We're way, way past being impressed by two lines batting a dot around.)
Not so smart to buy, it would seem!
The Reuben is up there. A delightful combination of creamy (Swiss), hearty (Rye), salty (corned beef), sweet (Thousand Island dressing), and tart (sauerkraut). Those are like, the Power Rangers of sandwich ingredients. When they combine, the end result is unstoppable.
"Gemini, set an alert for when Google dumps you and goes back to the assistant."
Is this gonna be one of those tech bandwagon things that Google fails at so consistently? You know, like Google phones, Google Plus, Google Pay, Google Stadia, Google Your Poodle, etc.
Ty Burrell played Mr. Peabody in the Dreamworks film based on the old Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon shorts, where a super intelligent dog had mastered time travel. A year prior, Burrell was regularly being outsmarted by an orange in ads for Tropicana juice drinks.
I'm just sayin', if you were going to hire someone to be a pompous canine smarty-pants, well... David Hyde Pierce is RIGHT THERE.
Maybe just stick with the lettuce, Mr. Galapagos Tortoise.
Oh crap, I gotta contact my online company about this.