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Have you ever played that thrilling nighttime game called “Navigate the House in the Dark”? The objective is to get from your bed to the kitchen for a glass of water without stubbing your toe on the leg of a…

Have you ever had a conversation with yourself that goes something like this? “Okay, I need my wallet, my keys, and my phone.” You pat your pockets. Wallet, check. Phone, check. Keys… keys… where in the name of sensible shoes…
Have you ever found yourself in a standoff with your own television? You just want to watch that new documentary about garden gnomes, but your screen looks like the Las Vegas strip—a dizzying grid of apps you’ve never heard of,…

Have you ever been at a family dinner in a restaurant that sounds like it’s hosting a blender-testing convention? You’re trying to hear your granddaughter’s story about her soccer game, but all you’re getting is a wall of sound: clattering…

Remember the good old days? When “digital” meant flipping through a photo album and “shoebox” referred to an actual shoebox filled with faded snapshots under your bed? Ah, simpler times. Now, we’re drowning in a sea of digital photos, mystery…

Have you ever looked at your bank statement and felt like you’d been visited by a pack of tiny, invisible pickpockets? A charge for $9.99 here, $14.95 there. You see names you vaguely recognize—services you signed up for during a…

You know that feeling when you walk into a room and immediately forget why you’re there? It’s annoying, but at least the room doesn’t kick you out and lock the door for 24 hours. Unfortunately, the internet isn’t quite as…

There is a distinct scientific phenomenon that occurs the moment you turn 55. Your reading glasses, inanimate objects which theoretically have no motor skills, develop the ability to play hide-and-seek. And they are winning. You hear the “ding” of a…

Have you ever tried to have a nice, civilized phone conversation with your grandchild, only to feel like you’re communicating with an astronaut during re-entry? You ask, “How is college?” They reply, “KRRR-SHHH-coffee-shop-WHIRRR-exams-KRRR.” Or perhaps you’ve been on a video…

You know the routine. You’re standing in your kitchen, hands covered in flour, and you cheerfully shout, “Alexa, set a timer for twenty minutes.” You wait for that reassuring beep. Instead, the little cylinder on the counter lights up and…