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[watthifi]

How to Set Up a Wireless Projector for Seamless Presentations and Movie Nights? 

Learn how to set up a wireless projector step-by-step for seamless presentations and movie nights. Easy guide for home and office use. 

[reallycoolstuff]

The Most Popular Bluetooth Sunglasses With Camera

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Hands-free bluetooth sunglasses with camera is the ideal fusion of fashion and state-of-the-art technology. These shades, which were initially designed with style in mind, provide all the comfort and safety of standard eyewear along with the extra advantages of a hidden camera and built-in Bluetooth connectivity. This implies that you don't need to carry a large camera or phone with you in order to covertly take some pictures or movies.

As a result, you may record without using your hands while hiking, cycling, or engaging in any other outdoor activity. You would therefore be in a great position to take beautiful pictures and videos while freeing up your hands for other things, as the camera is typically fitted and discreetly placed inside the frame of the glasses. Additionally, you can connect the sunglasses straight to your phone or other gadgets thanks to Bluetooth technology, which allows you to take calls, listen to music, and even obtain directions without ever touching your phone.

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The NetComm wireless camera is the greatest choice for anyone looking for a dependable security solution for home or business enhancement. In contrast to most wired security systems, this wireless camera connects to your Wi-Fi network with ease, providing a very seamless installation and flexible monitoring.

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[rinkmason]

KODAK Luma 350 Portable Smart Projector Review

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[the-gricker]

Is this anything fiansissel nation

My thoughts/headcanons/ramblings about her under the cut

❥ Her last name is Lâm because she is Vietnamese because i said so. Call me a Pro EX9240 3LCD Full HD 1080p Wireless Projector with Miracast the way i'm projecting

❥ She's a very confident yet humble woman! She takes great pride in what she can do, laughs off what she can't do, and is very social and friendly unlike her husband. In the old timeline, she was the type to put a lot of responsibility on herself and not really give herself much of a break, even if she was on the verge of snapping from all the pressure. She's still like this in the new timeline, but it's toned down less thanks to the help of Yomiel and the others.

❥ Her job is a social worker! Originally she wanted to be a nurse but after some events in her life she decided this was better for her and it turned out to be much more fulfilling

❥ Her hobbies include fashion (the whole shebang like cosmetics, clothing etc.), needle felting, and sea glass collecting

❥ She embroiders her own little patches or things on clothes sometimes because most stores don't have exactly what she envisions most of the time

❥ She loves marine life! She adores aquariums and the beach! She doesn't have a favorite, but she likes nudibranches and moon jellies a lot

❥ She met Yomiel in high school and they both went through a lot, so much so I don't think I can summarize here. I might just make it a fic tbh

❥ She's unaware of the previous timeline due to not being exposed to Temsik radiation when she died and it was too late to revert her fate regardless. She still easily believes the whole thing with Sissel (the cat) having the powers of the dead and whatnot though (if Yomiel ever has the courage to tell her about it)

❥ Sissel (the cat) adores her and vice versa. She is his namesake after all! She spoils the little guy so much and she never snitches whenever he gets a little mischievous, regardless if she's aware that he's an immortal cat with ghostly powers or not

❥ She knows Lynne pretty well! She along with Jowd and Cabenela are the only people that are on her side when it comes to how they all see Yomiel, but she's the "closest" to her out of the rest of the cast since she had the most time to see her

❥ She's amazing with kids! Not only because it's part of her job but she just loves to see them be happy! Alma and Jowd trust her greatly with Kamila as a result

❥ The red ribbon in her hair is the only keepsake she has of her mother who unfortunately passed away. She's very attached to it and plans on passing it down to her future kid like a family heirloom

❥ When I depict her younger, she's more average. But for the current age she's at and onwards she's a lot more thicker since it's my way of making it clear that she's moving forward to a more stable position in her life.

❥ you don't understand she went through THREE redesigns because i couldn't come up with a good ghost trick-esque hair style. It was making me pace back and forth how i got literally everything else down outside of the hair. If you want to see those concepts go ahead and ask!

[cog-bucks]

Random Cog Headcanons: Memories

I'm back again with a slightly shorter yap than the last one, this time focusing on how suits process and store memories! Tried to go for the bullet point format again since my last post was pretty dense. Summary: Suits have different kinds of memories, with the two main kinds being consolidated and unconsolidated. Both serve different purposes and function in different ways, allowing suits to balance the preservation of disk space with the preservation of detailed memories deemed to be the most important.

The memories of suits are all contained in memory chips connected to a memory processor that interprets, sorts, and consolidates memories.  ⠀

>> Damage to the former can result in loss of current memories, while damage to the latter can cause impairments forming new memories.  ㅤ

Memories are immediately processed in a 1:1 visual form, but are quickly stripped down to the essentials and encrypted for the sake of both data security and saving valuable disk/memory space. This process is known as memory consolidation. ⠀

Due to this process, cogs often cannot 'replay' moments in their minds, especially if they're mundane. They may intuitively know what happened, when it happened, how it happened, how it made them feel, etc., but it's not like they're mentally seeing it.  ⠀ㅤ

That being said, if a moment is really important to a suit, they can consciously choose to record memories and keep them in their original form. It's a sacrifice of space, but if it's something they really want to remember and be able to play back with every present detail, it might be worth it. Real wholesome potential for that, honestly. Though there's painful potential there, too.  ⠀ㅤ

>> For example, some may choose to save precious moments from their wedding day, while others can’t stop mulling over a nasty breakup, unable to decide if they should just consolidate those old memories for their own good. Video evidence of workplace misconduct always makes reports stronger, too, so there’s that. ㅤ

>> Given that any process can be subject to malfunction, it may be possible under some circumstances for a memory to be unable to be consolidated by no fault of the suit themselves. This could, in theory, result in PTSD-like flashbacks when the memory is triggered (though that doesn’t mean consolidated memories cannot also be traumatic). ㅤ

Memories that have not been encrypted and consolidated can be accessed and shared between suits if desired. Typically, they are just transferred to an external device and projected in a video format, as one would a normal file.  ⠀

Emotional data in unconsolidated memories is ignored when processed by normal machines, such as an office computer or projector, but can be experienced by another directly if two suits link up. ⠀ㅤ

The process of linking up is quite literal, being a wired or wireless connection established between two or more suits. Wired is most common, though some fancier suits may have some equivalent to Bluetooth.  ㅤ

Because all memories start out as unconsolidated and unencrypted, it’s possible to feel another’s emotions or experiences in real time through linking up as well if that happens to be the goal. ㅤ

Linking up is considered to be very intimate, but typically non-sexual. It can occur among trusted friends or family in addition to partners. ㅤ

Linking up will not work if one or more parties does not want to participate. It is by definition two or more machines communicating with one another, with information requests going back and forth that can be easily denied at any time. ㅤ

Memory chips are physical, and are therefore subject to degradation and/or reorganization over time. Consolidated memories may lose some factual details or end up purged for space if deemed unimportant, while unconsolidated memories that are exceptionally old may begin to have a decrease in clarity or become a bit fuzzy, as if recorded on an old camera.

[imaginesbymk]

MARSTON. ━︎━︎ ZSAKUVA STRICT PROFESSOR !

chapter eight - ❝office hours.❞

← previous chapter: chapter seven - "the forbidden-ness of a fruit." next chapter: chapter nine - "professor green-eyed monster." →

fanfic info / read it on wattpad

SYNOPSIS — In order to get a proper grade for their mended assignment, Y/N has to visit Professor Marston at his office for a more "private" setting.

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A N D R E W

MY LAST CLASS for the week was over, and I grew irritated for a moment in that lecture. I refused to let it defeat me, but it stuck with me for some reason until I realized the phenomena of modern technology. Is it ever so standardized that students started to grow less invested in their studies each year? It's got to be some kind of shift in society, or it's just the stress university had tolled upon these students?

I trailed off in my sentence about Francesco Petrarca when I saw a couple of students doing the one thing that annoyed most educators.

"The only screen that you all should be looking at right now is the projector behind me. Unless it's for educational purposes, phones off and out of sight," I said. "Now."

The students quickly stashed them away.

Though they are useful in modern society, I don't like to give in to such gadgets. But they're everywhere. I have a phone, and I use it when it's necessary. But today I learned that Chris got a smart watch, and I watched him reply to anyone by speaking into his wrist like he was an secret agent spy. I am in a complete void but also in fascination over how this world became so technological over the years. It's easy to learn about the Bubonic Plague. All you have to do is Google it, but in a time and place where there wasn't a professor and a projector in front of you to learn about it otherwise.

The realization took me when I became a professor at twenty-one. That was when wireless earbuds became a big thing. If he's out there working under a big company that does shady business on the side, I can picture my brother in a Tesla, and I highly doubt the maths professor would invest in one, whereas I would be sitting here with the faint taps of my laptop. If I was handed something more advanced than a smart watch, I doubt I would accept it. This generation wouldn't.

If a student pulled out their phone to record one of my lectures on voice memo, they'd also catch audio of something I'd say off topic, or I'd slip out something problematic or embarrassing. They could pull out their phones and film me without my consent if they wanted to. Hell, they could post it online somewhere for others to see. Comments would be hybrid: my appearance, my teaching, whatever I could be doing in that video is set out there on the Internet - and it stays there. 

It's not the modern technology, but the consequences of how we use them. And I'm directly and indirectly contributing to it. That's exactly what I'm worried about. Being caught and capturing it all on a little black screen. 

What could I possibly do that'll be caught on camera or audio? My views on a controversial topic perhaps? Or maybe me watching Y/N while they worked at their seat. I can't just dismiss the incidents - or events - like it was nothing. I say that with plurality. I kissed Y/N a week ago, they snuck into my office the week before. Whatever was going on through my head was just out of impulse, and something had ticked for me to breach the ethics of a professor and a student relationship. 

I do recall what I had told them just minutes before I let them go. "If you think something will come from this, you're mistaken. This was purely... an overflow of desire. Nothing more." I gave them a week to re-edit their assignment, to remove what they wrote that changed my perspective on them even more, or at least enhanced it.

I checked the time.

"Damn." The department was expecting a email from me by the latest. I quickly clicked the 'compose' tab, adding all the recipients until something popped up on the side of the menu. It was happening again. The email. I reported it as junk last week, but I never thought that they would keep contacting me. Whoever wrote it from my brother's email, it wasn't written like a spam, or bot-like. 

Andrew

Don't ignore me. Don't throw out this one shot.

I began to type:

Whoever you are-

I hit the backspace button until the words were taken back and disappeared. I couldn't. I would either be feeding into whatever this person wanted and falling into their trap once I hit them with a response, or I would actually be answering to my brother. I wouldn't know how he would be behaving after all these years. Unless he decided to form a reunion, one of us would get hurt or blackmailed. I know very well it wouldn't be him. 

Five knocks on the door, and I cleared my throat and continued typing out the email for the literature department.

"Come in."

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Y / N

PROFESSOR MARSTON looks at me through his odd but stylish choice of chained glasses. He had good posture all the while he must be sitting at his desk for hours in between his lectures or after office hours. Whenever I had my independent tutorials with him or came to him for office hours, he'd be sitting right there, and he'd get up from his desk a couple times to stretch or walk around. But when I allowed myself in, he was already sitting at his desk, typing away.

I see his eyes avert a bit at the clock. "Hm. Right on time. If I'd known any better, I'd say you were a bit too eager. Were you waiting outside the door?"

For an eager person, yes. "Maybe."

He chuckled under his breath. "I assume you've brought your amended assignment?" I nodded. He held out his hand. "Give it here." I quickly walked over and handed it over to him. "I'll read it now while you're here."

I stopped. "Now?"

"What? You have more pressing matters to tend to?" 

Kind of? I wanted to tell him. Brittany and I go out for dinner almost every Friday. 

"I want to make sure that what you've written is appropriate for your grade. I don't want to have the same conversation I've had with you before, although it was the most... memorable, that's for sure." He gestures. "Take a seat."

I sat down, almost rapidly drumming my nails against the arm of the chair.

"Stop fidgeting," Professor Marston said looking up from my paper. I quickly stopped. "Pace around if you really need to I can't stand the tapping."

I might as well to ease the tension. I got up from my seat and began to walk around. I knew Professor Marston's eyes were down at my paper, but I felt them follow me as I started looking at his bookshelves and walls. The last time I was in here, I gave him a gift and saw that sketchy-looking email pop up on his laptop screen. I wonder if he ever got through to it.

"You won something?" I pointed at the award mounted on the wall.

"Hm? The award?"

I nodded.

He replied, still flipping through my paper while grading. "I won the Wolfson History prize a couple of years ago. Soon after graduating university, I published a book on Alastair Crowley. He was quite a... prolific man."

"For best historical writing?" I read.

"History in general has always been a passion of mine," he explains. "Before computers, books gave us knowledge, and when a book is destroyed its knowledge disappears along with it and so does its history. There were times when entire libraries were set on fire to hide the truth - truth that can't be recovered with an undo or refresh. There's something oddly finite about that type of literature." 

"I mean, nothing wrong with what we have now," I suggested. 

"Of course computers and Internet makes things a lot more easier to store and share, it's one of the reasons why I ask all students to submit their assignments on paper. I think it's an art that will die soon enough along with books."

I walked back to my seat as soon as he lined my papers together, taking out a red pen from his holder and circling the giant 93% written on the last page where the rubric sided. "Okay, you amended what I told you to. Good. I expect that something like that doesn't happen again. If the department head caught wind of what you wrote, I would be the one investigated, you do realize that? It does you no favours."

I sheepishly smiled. "Yeah, you're right. My bad."

"Well your mission was to get my attention. I suppose you succeeded more than you thought you would considering the look you had on your face when you left my class a week ago. I assume that still runs through your mind doesn't it? I haven't been able to forget it." He sets my paper at the front of the desk and got up, approaching me slowly. "When I became a professor, I did it to educate, to give back what my teachers gave to me. I never entertained the thought of being caught up in such a mess with you."

I raised my brows. "Me?"

He hummed. "Only you. I've heard rumours and conversations of other students who find me... attractive. Little remarks here and there whispered behind corners. It happens and it's my duty to ignore their stares." I remembered the first time seeing Professor Marston. He was walking down the west hallway on the second floor, and he was right when he said everyone stares at him. He paid no mind to them. I don't blame them, he really was an attractive young guy. There was no way this guy was faculty, I thought. 

I was still figuring out where my classes were. As soon as I found the lecture hall I walked in, and there he was, still settling down at the front, but where the professors were supposed to be. He looked up at me and gave me a studied look. We were both five minutes early. 

"In a few years time they'll probably look back and think of it as nothing but an embarrassing crush they'll tell during a game of truth or dare. It can't be helped but I can't add more fuel to the fire. I can't give them hope. You on the other hand have proved a challenge. I admit that when I read your statement for the first time, I hardly believed it. But there it was, plain as day. I thought it was a prank at first until we had our... talk. Did you keep it to yourself?"

I nodded. I've lied to so many professors, strictly based on assignments when it's often half-assed. I could lie to Professor Marston, but of course, there wasn't any point in doing that. I didn't mention that afternoon talk to Brittany. She was always ahead of herself and tells the first person she sees. 

"Good, you know how quickly rumours spread, and I doubt you want to get caught in the middle of them. You started all of this, after all. Do you not regret it?"

I pressed myself against his chest and lifted my height just a bit to reach his lips. He obliged.

Unless this man has kissed other students that I do not about, (and if I ever knew about it, I'm spilling his tea on his laptop) I have him for now. And no, I do not regret a single fucking thing.

Professor Marston chuckles a bit. "I guess not. I'll be honest: I don't, either."

I was glad we were both on the same page. 

Professor Marston walked over to lock the door. "My teaching hours are finished now. Why do you think I asked you to come at this time? Your class finished over an hour ago, the students who needed to come here have. So now, it's just you and I. I'll reply to any emails at a later point. For now, only you have my attention. I remember what I said before and believe me, I understand what you're feeling because I share it too."

"Tell me, then."

"You don't want to know what I feel."

"After all I've done? I feel like I deserve to know at this point."

"Are you sure?" 

I nodded. 

"Fine. When I saw you for the first time I knew there was something different there. I just couldn't quite work it out, so truthfully I had an interest in you from the very beginning." 

That gave me a boost of hope. I always had a feeling Professor Marston did think about me from time to time, but there were others who wanted the same thing as me. I give myself credit for overdoing the attention giving than the rest of the students here. Plus I gave him his favourite chocolates. I guess I do win.

"I always thought you were a gifted student. You made it past the first year unscathed. You've had so much potential."

He wasn't wrong, but something wasn't quite right about that statement. I did make it past the first year, and first year always starts off with either calm waters or an absolute shit-storm. My best way to describe is my brain being like a TV constantly fixated on multiple channels, as much as I try to lower the volume, close all of them or even just try to fixate on one program, I can't find the remote. It's either in a tornado, and another day it doesn't acknowledge or process what I want to process and then I'm overwhelmed. I'm lucky I was fuelled enough to not fail a class.

It's that, plus my idealized and internalized anger towards this world. Professor Marston just so happens to distract me from that, even though that was not his job.

"I guess," I shrugged.

"You were always one of the first to come into class and one of the last to leave. Soon enough I found my gaze following, studying, how you dressed on certain days depending on weather or colour or accessories. You know when to stand out and when to hide. It wasn't until after I kept you behind last week that I realized what it really was. Perhaps it wasn't purely desire but infatuation. You have a light that your peers don't. You carry it in your eyes. They're rather beautiful, actually. So clear, focused. They could have been looking at any other person. I should have known but I ignored it. I assumed the essay was a last ditch effort to get my attention... and it worked." Other than the gift, it really was. He leans in and kisses me, almost like the first time we did that it felt so powerful. 

"There's no classes I have to teach today. So, it all depends on how much time you're willing to give me-"

"All of it," I shrug. 

Professor laughed. I twitched a bit when he brushes his hand over mine. "All of it is a little, uh, excessive though I admire your candor. So the marks I promised I'd give - have you prepared yourself for them?" He sat back down at his desk.

I look at him puzzled. "O-oh?"

"What sort of marks did you think I meant?" 

I gave him a look. He did say he "won't hold back the marks he'd give" me. I thought about a completely different thing...

"Ah such an interesting mind you have. I'm glad you picked up on it, though you should know that there's not much I can do to sate your imagination. Come, what is it you want? Speak plainly." 

"I want you to kiss me again." I walk over to him where he sat.

"Hmm... well that is plain, isn't it? You hardly manage to take the last ones, you think you'll be able to now?" He really was trying to tease me. I nodded slowly. "You really have been waiting patiently, haven't you? Your eyes are glazed over already. Then lean down." 

If I were to be more naive, I wouldn't have done so. But I'm not. Slowly, I felt him pulling me closer to him. 

"I can already feel you trembling a little. Are you trying to hold yourself back? Well some of the others on this floor don't go home until at least eight and right now it's," he glances at his watch. "Just gone six. And two hours is a long time to wait. I don't think you want me as a partner. Even though this is a university and legally there's no laws against it, it's unethical. It's not that I don't want things to continue, all I want to do right now is kiss you more. But there are boundaries to consider."

I never imagined I'd be caught up in such a scandal with this guy. But not that anyone needed to know... 

"I know," I tell him.

"We give in to whatever this is and then what?" He says to me. "Keep meeting in secret in my office? Where is that going to end up? Thinking of what the future will be is redundant. Enjoy the present and what fruit it bears, and right now, you are what has been given... and I shall gladly take it."

He gladly took it. But does he want me? What do I want? To have this man all to myself to selfishly boast that other students couldn't have him? It wasn't like he was put here up for grabs. He's here to teach and grade, I'm here to learn and move on when I graduate. 

"Lean into me if you can't stand."

I did so, and he pulls me closer to him, but never held me when we kissed again. I should tell Brittany some day some how. She's never kept anything from me, ever. I can't do that. She would find out. I've walked in on her making out with someone before, and it was a student possibly in their final year. It turned out they didn't graduate on time. And it turned out it was someone I knew.

"As much as I want to hear your voice," he whispers against my lips. "You have to hold it in." 

We kept kissing. Even though nothing was wrong, my ears felt like they were ringing. My brain was starting to fog up, and I couldn't imagine this office as an office anymore. It felt like a placeholder for something sinister out that door. I pull away. I hear Professor Marston say something to me, but it was muffled and I clearly couldn't process it. I didn't know what it was that just happened, but if I continued, I'd black out.

I got up as he straightens his posture. "I'll send over your assignment grade over the weekend, and I'm warning you now: if you pull another stunt with your next assignment, I'm failing you without question. But if you do need to discuss some theories, then you know where to find me. After hours... and when you are ready. Understood?" 

I nodded. "Got it."

"Good."

I grabbed my bag from the chair and turned to the door. 

"Your extra credit will be considered," I hear him say from his desk. "Get home safe."

I exhaled long enough that my chest didn't feel as heavy but lifeless, something I realized I haven't done much of it to ease my breathing after being with that man for a bit, and kissing him for what seemed like a rush of dopamine to sudden dissociation. 

I closed the door and rushed home for dinner, thinking about Brittany.

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[unwelcome-ozian]

A non-lethal weapons list

Infrasound: Very low-frequency sound generators could be tuned to incapacitate humans, causing disorientation, nausea, vomiting, or bowel spasms.

Laser weapons: Low-energy laser rifles could dazzle or temporarily blind enemy soldiers, or disable optical and infrared systems used for target acquisition, tracking, night vision, and range finding. The International Committee of the Red Cross has initiated a humanitarian campaign to prohibit the use of lasers as weapons of war.

Supercaustics: These highly acidic chemical agents can be millions of times more caustic than hydrofluoric acid. They could destroy the optics of heavily armored vehicles, as well as tires and structural metals.

Biological agents: Microbial cultures can be "designed" to chew up almost anything. Scientists at Los Alamos National Laboratory reviewed naturally occurring organisms that could be cultured to enhance certain characteristics. "As a result, we discovered a bacterium that degrades a specific material used in many weapons systems."1

Acoustic beam weapons: High frequency acoustic "bullets" used against people would induce blunt-object trauma "like being hit by a baseball." According to John Alexander of Los Alamos, "Proof of principle has been established; we can make relatively compact acoustic weapons."2

Combustion inhibitors: Chemical agents can be released into the atmosphere or introduced directly into fuel tanks to contaminate fuel or change its viscosity to degrade or disable all mechanical devices powered by combustion.

Mini-nukes: Jumping onto the non-lethal bandwagon, the redoubtable Edward Teller has proposed developing mini nuclear weapons with explosive yields of 100 tons ("The 'Soft Kill' Solution," March/April 1994 Bulletin). These would be non-lethal, one supposes, as long as the enemy does what he is told.

Among the many other technologies under consideration in the Pentagon's non-lethal program are sticky foams to immobilize individuals, anti-traction chemicals to slicken roads and runways, high-power microwave generators, mechanical entanglements, holographic projectors, non-nuclear electromagnetic pulse generators, neural inhibitors, and wireless stun devices.

[watthifi]

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[blorger]

in PoA movie, snape filled in for lupin during full moon week? days?. and he used a projector and a rolled up (i assume, canvas) screen. does this happen in the book? i forgot. bcs. thats a projector he's using, right? a muggle invention? or it it a wixen alternative of it. maybe its an older version of projector, like the one in Tarzan where Jane & Co. was showing the guy human culture. bcs im trying to find the logic here, since if its a muggle projector, it either gets the slide show from a softfile (pptx), a film, or the projector directly live scans pages of the book. but i also forgot, did snape like magick the projector to show the next slides, or did he use like a remote control.

I just. that scene was very muggle, is all, but id like to assume there's a reason behind that. but maybe i mistakenly remember and theres no projector after all, just a magical light show on a canvas screen

disclaimer: it's been 10+ years since I've seen a HP movie so I can't really speak on their content, sorry

I checked book 3 and, during the scene you mentioned, Snape mostly has the class read from the DADA book while he goes around correcting their previous work with Lupin; there's no mention of any teaching implement outside of that and the moment isn't used for exposition like it probably is in the movie so I'm going to go ahead and assume that whatever you see in the movie scene is a Cuaròn (or at the very least his prop department's) invention.

With that said, I feel like a magical projector is pretty in line with what we know of magical objects that are adapted or otherwise inspired by muggle technology like, say, the Wireless or the Hogwarts express; quite a few pieces of wizarding technology are based on somewhat outdated muggle inventions so I feel like a projector powered by magic would be right at home in-universe.

Did that answer your question? I'm honestly unsure friend, hopefully it did, take care

xoxo

[electronic-devices]

Reasons the HAPPRUN Mini Projector Outshines Standard Monitors for Movie Nights

[dr-strange-glove]

Project overview

Background

I've made this Tumblr blog to document my progress, thoughts, and ideas regarding an electronics project I'm working on. Normally I would keep this in private notes but some people expressed interest in keeping up-to-date with the project, so I figured a blog wouldn't go amiss.

It should be noted that I have a background (and foreground) in academia, but a disdain for so-called "proper academic writing". This may lead to some tonal whiplash - but hopefully will be interesting to read.

Goal

My goal for this project is easily stated: recreate a dataglove (such as one might see in advanced VR setups) using easily accessible (and affordable) components.

Actually doing this, however...... Well, I don't know how complicated it will be. It should be a fun ride though.

Motivation

My motivation, as for many great inventions (see: dishwashers, webcams, and the wheel), is laziness. In many cases, "laziness" is just another way of saying "efficiency". I cannot claim this, because my motivation is to be able to control my laptop (connected to a projector) from the other side of the room without having to get up.

"What about wireless keyboards?" I hear you ask. "They're easily accessible (and quite affordable)." And you are correct. In fact, I have several already. But, to paraphrase 35th US president John F Kennedy, "sometimes you gotta do a more difficult thing just because you can".

Next: some inspiration, and more detailed plan.

[e-carlease]

Ford Puma Electric Car Leasing

The Puma EV will be launching in two specifications including:

Select - from £29,995 the standard model will include 17” alloys, LED projector lights with day time running function, wireless charging pad, power start button, quickclear front windscreen, rear view camera, rear parking sensors, cruise control, 12.8” instrument cluster, 12” touchscreen display, driver lumbar support, pre-collision assist, lane keeping aid and lane departure warning; and    

Premium -  from £31,995 the upgraded model will include add 18” alloy, Matrix LED lights, LED rear lamps, power-foldable heated door mirrors with puddle lights, front scuff plates, 12” touchscreen display, B&O audio system, keyless entry and power lift tailgate.  

But how does the electric Puma perform? 

with a usable battery of 43.6 kWh which offers 215 kW (225hp), top speeds of 99 mph and 0-62 times of 8.0 seconds. Real-world ranges suggest a combined 145 miles in colder weather with warmer temperatures to allow for 200 miles (on a full charge) - 170 miles combined . The 11kW AC allows for 0-100% charging times of 4 hour and 45 minutes with the 100 kW DC enabling 10-80% in 23 minutes. The Ford SUV has no Bidirectional charging. It has a 158 mpg equivalent, 523L cargo volume and offers towing capacities of 750kg (unbraked) and 750kg g (braked). The heat pump is not available with the Puma.