You’re not going to believe this -- or maybe you will.
You may be aware that I’m gradually--very gradually--moving into the 21st century. It’s taken me only 12 years to do it.
Last month I bought an iPhone as a birthday present to myself, and I’m getting a new appreciation for the term “smart” phone. This morning I woke up before dawn as usual to take the bird feeders outside. I choose to do that because there’s a pair of cute little raccoons who delight in climbing the pole and defeating the squirrel baffle. That thing works for squirrels, but not for the longer-armed raccoons.
Usually, I just keep going with my day. I rather enjoy watching the growing light of morning as I eat my breakfast by the bay window. But this morning (it’s Friday as I write this blog post), I took out the feeders, fed the cats, and went back to bed, since I’d had only five hours of sleep.
When Miss Polly woke me at 9:00 by stepping across my face, I reached over and picked up my iPhone. When you hit the button three times, a question appears on the screen.
“What can I help you with?”
“I need to laugh, Siri,” I said. “Tell me a joke.”
Her immediate answer:
“Two iPhones walk into a bar...I forget the rest.”
“Thank you, Siri.”
Well, by the time I made it to the kitchen, I was still chuckling.
I was tempted to ask her for another joke, but I think I’ll limit myself to one a day. I do wonder just how many have been programmed into the innards of this “smart” phone. It’s not the phone that’s smart, though. It’s the people who thought all this up in the first place.
Let’s hear it for Steve Jobs.
And if Siri repeats herself tomorrow, I'll let you know.
BEEattitude for Day #487:
Blessed are those who bring their visions to reality, for they shall spread sunshine.
and Carly Stine
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