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You probably have a smart speaker sitting on your kitchen counter right now. It looks like a futuristic soup can, occasionally glows a mysterious color, and patiently waits for you to ask if it’s going to rain. For most of…
Have you ever walked into your kitchen and realized it looks less like a place to cook and more like a crime scene investigator’s evidence board? There are sticky notes on the fridge reminding you to take your Tuesday pill,…
You know that feeling when you’re home alone, the phone hasn’t rung in days, and you start having conversations with the television? Not answering the television. Not yelling at a game show contestant who clearly doesn’t know the capital of…
Have you ever found yourself shouting at your kitchen counter, demanding to know how many ounces are in a cup, only to be answered by a glowing cylinder that suddenly starts playing polka music? Welcome to the modern age. We…

Remember the old days when starting your morning routine involved a lot of actual, physical… routine? You had to get out of bed, stagger to the light switch, fumble with the radio dial to find the news, and peer out…

Picture this: You are standing in your kitchen, hands covered in biscuit dough. You boldly announce to the room, “Alexa, set a timer for 15 minutes.” Suddenly, from the living room, a blue ring lights up. From the bedroom down…

Have you ever been sitting in your comfortable recliner, discussing something incredibly specific with your spouse—like how your left knee makes a concerning clicking sound when it rains—only to open your computer ten minutes later and see an advertisement for…

You know the feeling. You’ve just achieved the perfect level of comfort in your favorite armchair. You have your tea, your blanket is arranged with structural integrity that rivals a suspension bridge, and the cat has finally decided you are…

Picture this: You’ve decided to change a lightbulb. You know, that one in the hallway that’s been flickering like a disco strobe since 1997. You climb the step stool, reach up, and suddenly gravity remembers it has a grudge against…

You walk into the kitchen. You stand there. You look at the toaster like it’s going to give you a clue, but the toaster remains stubbornly silent. You know you came in here for something, but that thought has evaporated,…