To set up HTTPS certification for your self-hosted LAN computers, you have a few options: The best approach depends on your specific needs, the number of devices, and whether you need external access. Would you like me to elaborate on any of these options?

https://forums.linuxmint.com/viewtopic.php?t=199907 and Set-SmbClientConfiguration -RequireSecuritySignature $false

Swipe from either bottom corner towards the center. Now you can use voice commands again. WTF google?

Having trouble selecting the border of a window to quickly resize it? Try this: Open up Regedit and navigate to: HKEY_CURRENT_USER\Control Panel\Desktop\WindowMetrics …Somebody made look this junk up by talking about it. Twips are [more or less] 1/15 of pixel. But like not really and it’s old and mostly irrelevant Microsoft Windows crap from the…

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What are Ternary Operations? Imagine you have a simple math problem: If you have 5 pencils, and you want to know if they’re even (can be divided by 2) or odd. You might say: "Hey, I can divide 5 by 2… nope! It’s not even. It’s an odd number!" That’s basically what a ternary operation…

Hi there! Imagine you’re playing "Little Red Riding Hood," and she has many friends along the way, each friend living at different houses one by one before reaching grandma’s house. Now let’this Python code help Little Red remember her path home using recursion: def visit_friends(houses): # Check if there are no more homes to visit…

Let’s talk about recursion! What is Recursion? Recursion is like a game of telephone, where you whisper a message to your friend, and they whisper it back to you, and so on. Imagine we’re playing a game where I say "Hello" to you, and then you say "Hello" back to me. We keep saying "Hello"…

Lincoln   It’s 1981, and just like every late July evening in Washington, D.C., it’s slightly too warm and a bit too humid. But this time, I don’t feel the oppressive weather. An unfamiliar, yet pleasant kind of exuberance—like how I imagine Pop Rocks would feel if I swallowed them whole—explodes in my stomach. That feeling…