Soon it will be time for my phone
upgrade, and I am struggling, debating, trying to decide (if you’d like some
synonyms) whether I should get Siri. When I first got the iphone 4, which is what
I currently have, I didn’t get Siri because I was broke. And that’s not
completely untrue now, but I find myself thinking of her with hope and
anticipation, except when I’m thinking of her with reluctance and dread.
The problem is, I’m not good with
technology and I’m worried she’ll ruin everything. Right now, I love my phone
which is a first, because phones count as technology which is ever evil, and
goes out of its way to thwart me. I’ve always had a phone; you have to have a
phone. (I know. Not literally. But
come on.) But, I’ve never actively enjoyed using a phone before, and I love the
iphone, it’s fucking awesome. So I’m very excited to get a new phone, one that
has more upgrades, and is fancier, with cooler stuff. And I kind of want Siri
because she’s fancy and cool and I like the idea of being able to talk to my
phone. Technically, I like the idea of my phone being able to talk back; the
first part already happens.
Plus if the phone talks back,
everything should be even easier, which is part of why Siri is so appealing.
But if Siri is a bitch and won’t help me, then I’ll get frustrated and fight
with my phone, and I don’t want to fight
with my phone, because I will probably lose and end up crying in the corner.
Things have been so good with my old phone and I’m afraid I’ll ruin it all by
wanting too much. I don’t want to get greedy. I don’t know what to do. I tried
my sister’s Siri and she wasn’t entirely cooperative. So I’m worried.
But on the other hand, what if she’s
awesome? What if she’s so helpful, and intuitive, and smart that I start to get
worried that she’s kind of alive in there? And I’ll feel like I need to set her
free, but I won’t know how. How does one set a Siri free? Leave her on a bus
stop bench with her fare tucked in her protective Kevlar shell? I guess she’s a
computer, or in a computer, so maybe if I hooked her up to a network or
something she’d be able to travel, see the sights, take in a show. Maybe if she
couldn’t get away permanently, she could have a play-date with the other Siris.
Now I’m back to not understanding technology. So she’ll be stuck in my phone
forever. Which is cool (except for the part where she’s my unwilling minion)
but only if we’re getting along.
I’m hoping she would be able to
help me with storage. This particular technology has been kinder than most, but
the one issue I do have is that the phone keeps bitching about not enough
storage and sometimes it refuses to record a video or take a memo. And of
course, the second my rebelling phone tells me it won’t record, my mind is
flooded with genius thoughts and clever turns of phrase. And how am I supposed
to hold onto those without a reliable recording device? Huh?
I imagine myself saying, “Siri, I
need more storage,” and she would magically make it so. My current Siri-less iphone
always suggests the cloud. About which I am dubious. The cloud. Seriously, I
wish I had thought of the fucking cloud. “You’re stuff will be stored in…uh…a
cloud! No wait…not just a cloud…The Cloud! (For a mere twenty to one
hundred dollars a year, depending on your needs.) I feel like I’m buying a
bridge, possibly to nowhere. For fuck’s sake.
I like technology sometimes, on the
rare occasions when it decides to do what I’m hoping, but never really
expecting, it will do. I enjoy that I can, in theory, check in for my flight
from home. I don’t enjoy that I can’t actually check in because my printer is
out of ink, and I don’t know why it just can’t run from the power of the
fucking cloud. But apparently it can’t.
Or beam. Why can’t the ink beam to
my printer? I’ve been ready for beaming technology since I was five. Because
then I wouldn’t need a boarding pass. I could beam. And I wouldn’t have to walk
to the cupboard because the cookies could beam to me. And then the fat could
beam away from my ass. I could sit on the couch forever, and what’s so wrong
with that? Come on scientists, let’s go. I pay you to be less lazy, so that I
can be more lazy.
It would probably be best if Siri was
programmed with the ability to beam stuff for me. Then I could say, “Siri,
cookies,” and they would appear in my hand. I would deal with getting them to
my mouth all on my own. And I would remember to say, “please,” because you
shouldn’t take your Siri for granted. Partly because not taking Siri for
granted is just the right thing, but partly because if you did take her for
granted, she could really ruin your day. She could beam you into the cornfield
like Billy Mumy in The Twilight Zone.
Maybe I shouldn’t get Siri. If we
were ever at odds it would end badly for me. She’s better with computers,
possibly smarter, and has powers that I can’t begin to understand. But then
again, maybe sometimes you have to make a leap of faith and trust that your
phone won’t beam you into the cornfield.
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