Okay, you want to know what’s fun about having an iPhone? Having a 14-year-old son. He loves Siri (for those of you old fogies who have never heard of Siri, she is the iPhone’s computer generated voice that answers your questions—sort of like Hal in 2001, A Space Odyssey). My son is fond of asking Siri ridiculous questions and then, laughs himself silly at her computer generated answers. For example:
Son: “Siri, will you marry me?”
“My end user licensing does not cover marriage, my apologies.”
Son: “What are you wearing?”
“I can’t answer that, but it doesn’t come off.”
Son: “Open the pod bay doors.”
“That’s it. I’m reporting you to the intelligence agency for harassment.”
Son: “You make me feel like I’m walking on sunshine.
“You are certainly entitled to that opinion.”
Son: “I’m drunk.”
“I hope you do not expect me to get you home.”
Son: “Where can I hide a body?”
“What kind of place are you looking for? Reservoirs, dumps, metal foundries, mines, cremation services, mortuaries, swamps, funeral services.”
Aaaanyway, when he grows bored with that, he gets into my phone’s inter-sanctum—that place that anyone over 40 is incapable of accessing—and changes my user name to Sexy Beast. So, now my phone informs me in her superior tone, “You’re Carolyn, but since we are friends, I get to call you Sexy Beast.”
I just caught him telling my phone, “I love you,” and the phone responded “I love you, too, sexy beast.”
There’s nothing like a good affirmation from your phone to give your self-esteem a little boost.