Friday, October 28, 2011
Siri it is.
We've never been a technology savvy family. We tend to watch everyone around us hop on the bandwagon of whatever new game system, computer, or cell phone has just been released. And we're cool with that. I really don't care that Tres has two gigantic flat screen t.v.'s, an iPad, and every other technological device he wants that will make him happy/improve the quality of his life. I really don't. He gives me his hand-me-downs.
I think we were the last people we knew to get a Wii (and we play it rarely). Our t.v. is still fat on the backside, our refrigerator has seen us through our thirteen years of marriage, and our cell phones, for the longest time, were low end with minimum gadgetry.
Because who needs that stuff?
A week or so ago, I was sitting on my chair watching my fat t.v. when Husband and O.S. walked in with a small, wrapped box. It even had a ribbon tied around it. They handed it to me. For a second it threw me off. It wasn't my birthday or my anniversary. Before I had time to think about it, the box began vibrating, which totally freaked me out, in a cool way. I peeled off the paper and saw the Apple logo. So then I thought, why did they get me an iPod? I mean, I already have a shuffle, which only has thirty songs on it. (I know, I ought to be ashamed.) Then I realized what this was.
Salvation, in the palm of my hand.
The new iPhone 4S.
Husband told me it was a congratulations presents for getting published; which made me laugh since I'm not published and don't know when I will be. Sweet, huh? But I secretly know why he really bought it.
I have a terrible memory. I can't remember jack diddly. I forgot to pick O.S. up from school the other day! My own kid, and I forgot him. Well, the iPhone will beep and remind me I'm supposed to be at such and such in an hour. Salvation, indeed. As long as I remember to tell the phone to remind me.
Next Husband made the introductions. "Susan meet Siri. Siri, Susan." Have you heard about her, guys? She's the person inside the phone that takes over when you hold down the circle for two seconds. But I really didn't care that much at the moment, because I'm not the kind of dork who talks to imaginary half-wits who are going to screw up whatever I tell them anyway. I couldn't be bothered with Siri, so I snatched my phone back and continued drooling over all the cool apps I could get. Netflix. Facebook. Kindle!
For the next couple of days, things were going well with me and my phone. I had my texting fingers going, and I was dialing away on the phone keypad, checking email, listening to music.
And then I saw a commercial about Siri. You've probably seen it too. I swear, they play it once an hour during primetime. How do I tie a bow-tie? Tell my wife I'm going to be late? Call so and so?
So I picked up my phone to test out my own little digital servant because there was no way Siri actually worked like they were showing on the t.v. Right?
This chick actually does what she promises.
Case in point: The other night for mutual we were going to take one of the elderly men in our ward out to Coldstone. He lives in a nursing home and the bishop wants us to get him out more. A couple of hours before the activity, I realized I needed to call ahead and make sure the nurses knew we were coming. I decided to give Siri a try. I told her to call this particular nursing home, in my town. In three seconds she had the phone number and asked if I wanted her to call. My mouth dropped open. It couldn't be that easy, could it? I scrambled to the computer to google the number because I didn't believe she could possibly have the correct number.
But she did.
And yesterday when I needed directions, she found my destination and marked the way. She can text Husband for me, like she did last night as he was dozing off. She told him, You're a cutie, because I told her to. And I can just say, "Play Mean," and shazam! Taylor Swift is singing to me.
This is luxury people! Time-saving, energy preserving, luxury!
One last thing about Siri. She might live to serve but that chick is no pushover.
We nicknamed Husband's iPod touch, Mona, a long time ago because he was spending so much time with it that we joked she was the other woman. The name stuck. Whenever he's in his Solitaire mode too long we tell him to step back from Mona.
At the dinner table last night, as I was showing my family some of the tricks I'd discovered Siri can perform, we decided the phone needed a name, just like Husband's iPod. In five seconds it was decided.
Genie. Like a genie in a bottle, because seriously, this phone can do anything. Grant any wish, fulfill any dream. (I wonder if I could get her to whip up that works cited page I need? Hmmm.) All we had to do was tell Siri we were changing her name, right?
So O.S. pushed the button, waited for Siri to beep and said, "Your name is Genie."
Immediately Siri replied, "No. My name is Siri. But you knew that already."
Hahahahahaha. I love a girl with a backbone.
Once you've had room service you always want it, right? Or so I've heard. Siri is like the concierge of phones. And I ain't never going back.
Seriously, peeps. If you haven't already, you need to get you one of these.
Posted by Susan at 9:07 AM