Humans define our attempt at civilization by our shared beliefs, our shared experiences. We bond over our memories. Dogs sniff each other's asses, but humans want to know how much you loved last week's episode of Once Upon a Time.
So I wonder how the future will view us, with our shared experiences as compared to others. For example:
Where were you on December 7, 1941?
I was telling my ma that I was going to enlist. She cried. My pa even cried.
Where were you when President Kennedy was shot?
I spent the day with friends, telling them how beautiful they are. And getting high.
Where were you when we landed on the moon?
I was in front of the television. The whole world was in front of the television.
Where were you when on 9/11?
I went out and bought a gun.
Where were you when the first iPhone was released?
I was waiting in line!
I think we'll all remember where we were on June 29, 2007 for the rest of our lives. In 2017, the news media will look back on the 10-year anniversary of the first iPhone and on the lives of those it changed. What? You don't remember where you were on that day? Are you fucking kidding me?
We don't know who the first person was to buy an iPhone that day, but you can bet he was probably a fat, bald white guy in a Weezer tee-shirt. Or an Asian guy in a baseball cap. Or skinny white dude with an Alice Cooper haircut. Or it could have been a woman. There were a lot of women waiting in line to buy the first iPhone. And that's sad because then that makes the whole waiting in line for a hunk of plastic that no one uses anymore seem almost normal. (Does anyone still use the first gen iPhone?)
But, whoever that person is, fifty years from now, when he or she passes away, a country will mourn. And a new generation will ask, Where where you when the first person to buy an iPhone died? And the answer should be, if future human beings still have any standards, Who the fuck cares?
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Thursday, December 8, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
"Hi, Siri. Do I look stupid to you?"
I know you've seen the latest Apple iPhone commercial where everyone is an idiot. Yes, you've seen the little girl who wants to see a weasel. But did you realize that most people in that commercial are idiots?
I've seen this ad on TV about 15 times. And the first time I noticed that the woman who is rushing to the hospital is smiling. She says, "Tell me the quickest way to the hospital." And she's smiling. Is she rushing there because she's sick, or because someone in her family has been injured? Maybe a friend had a baby; that might have her smiling. But then, why is she rushing? The baby isn't going anywhere. Or is it? Her whole world seems alien to me. Stop smiling! Someone is selling a baby on the black market, you monster!
And the woman who gets locked out of her house? Why the hell is she telling her phone, for? Because if you watch, Siri doesn't unlock the door, but does a business search to locate nearby locksmiths. "No, Siri, unlock the fucking door!"
And the guy who tells Siri to move his appointment from 3 to 4, what does he expect? Because if Siri can't unlock a door or even call the locksmith automatically and get someone who *can* unlock a door, is she going to call everyone scheduled to attend the meeting to tell them about the change? What the fuck do you pay her for if she can't make a simple phone call WHEN SHE ALREADY LIVES INSIDE YOUR PHONE?
And the flat tire lady with a car full of child ballerinas? She tells Siri she has a flat tire. Will Siri inflate the flat? I don't understand. Will Siri call her husband? Or will we just repeat that same stupid response about locating 3 tow trucks in the area. That does not solve the fucking problem of being stranded with five children in the car. Siri should say, "I will entertain the children with videos while you curse yourself for not being a member of AAA. Asshole."
So if you haven't seen the video, here are the questions the idiots ask, followed by Siri's responses, assuming she's anything like me:
We have a flat tire. "I thought you wanted a flat tire so you didn't have to sit through that shitty ballet recital."
How do I tie a bow tie, again? "Again? Just buy a clip-on, asshole." (Since Siri is only about 2 weeks old, this guy has asked about this at least once, and forgotten what Siri showed him. Already.)
What's the fastest way to Hartford Hospital? "Step in front of a bus."
Do I need an umbrella in NY this weekend? "No, you don't need one. Unless you don't want to get wet."
Remind me to call Chris when I get home. [Siri deletes all the contacts from the phonebook.]
Move my meeting from 3 to 4. "Meeting moved to November 4th."
Remind me to get milk when I leave work. [Siri posts her work address to Facebook/ Foursquare/ Twitter, with the message, "Who wants milk?"]
Tell my wife I'm gonna make it. [Siri tells the wife, "Your husband is making it with his secretary."]
Wake me up at 6. "Do you think I'm getting up early just so you can hit 'snooze' 3 times?"
Play some Coltrane. "Playing some Coldplay."
I'm locked out. [Siri snaps your photo and posts it to your networks with your location, "Can someone break into my house for me?"]
What does a weasel look like?

Oh, sorry. Too soon?
I've seen this ad on TV about 15 times. And the first time I noticed that the woman who is rushing to the hospital is smiling. She says, "Tell me the quickest way to the hospital." And she's smiling. Is she rushing there because she's sick, or because someone in her family has been injured? Maybe a friend had a baby; that might have her smiling. But then, why is she rushing? The baby isn't going anywhere. Or is it? Her whole world seems alien to me. Stop smiling! Someone is selling a baby on the black market, you monster!
And the woman who gets locked out of her house? Why the hell is she telling her phone, for? Because if you watch, Siri doesn't unlock the door, but does a business search to locate nearby locksmiths. "No, Siri, unlock the fucking door!"
And the guy who tells Siri to move his appointment from 3 to 4, what does he expect? Because if Siri can't unlock a door or even call the locksmith automatically and get someone who *can* unlock a door, is she going to call everyone scheduled to attend the meeting to tell them about the change? What the fuck do you pay her for if she can't make a simple phone call WHEN SHE ALREADY LIVES INSIDE YOUR PHONE?
And the flat tire lady with a car full of child ballerinas? She tells Siri she has a flat tire. Will Siri inflate the flat? I don't understand. Will Siri call her husband? Or will we just repeat that same stupid response about locating 3 tow trucks in the area. That does not solve the fucking problem of being stranded with five children in the car. Siri should say, "I will entertain the children with videos while you curse yourself for not being a member of AAA. Asshole."
So if you haven't seen the video, here are the questions the idiots ask, followed by Siri's responses, assuming she's anything like me:
We have a flat tire. "I thought you wanted a flat tire so you didn't have to sit through that shitty ballet recital."
How do I tie a bow tie, again? "Again? Just buy a clip-on, asshole." (Since Siri is only about 2 weeks old, this guy has asked about this at least once, and forgotten what Siri showed him. Already.)
What's the fastest way to Hartford Hospital? "Step in front of a bus."
Do I need an umbrella in NY this weekend? "No, you don't need one. Unless you don't want to get wet."
Remind me to call Chris when I get home. [Siri deletes all the contacts from the phonebook.]
Move my meeting from 3 to 4. "Meeting moved to November 4th."
Remind me to get milk when I leave work. [Siri posts her work address to Facebook/ Foursquare/ Twitter, with the message, "Who wants milk?"]
Tell my wife I'm gonna make it. [Siri tells the wife, "Your husband is making it with his secretary."]
Wake me up at 6. "Do you think I'm getting up early just so you can hit 'snooze' 3 times?"
Play some Coltrane. "Playing some Coldplay."
I'm locked out. [Siri snaps your photo and posts it to your networks with your location, "Can someone break into my house for me?"]
What does a weasel look like?
Oh, sorry. Too soon?
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