Voice Control = FAIL

Grabbed my iPhone this morning and decided I'd be cool and use the voice control option to call my best friend. 

"Call Trisha Emish," I instructed into the mic.

"Finding Genesis music," agreed the female voice. I Can't Dance started blaring out of my iPhone.

I tried again. "Call TRISHA," I said. 

"Shuffle Genesis," said the woman. I was treated to a version of There Must Be Some Misunderstanding.

"Trisha," I insisted. "CALL TRISHA."

"Shuffle," said she who will not be budged. 

I couldn't figure out how to turn off the music and just place the call myself. I finally put the phone into sleep mode and started over. 

 Either I need to work on my enunciation or my friends need to acquire easier names to recognize. 

World Going to Hell In A Handbasket? Blame Ohio.

I was in Ohio this weekend for my cousin's baby shower. While there, my cousin walked my sister and me to Comfest, a festival taking place a few blocks from her house. In high humidity, the parks and streets were jammed with people, street vendors, bands, and boobs.

That's right. Boobs.

Apparently in Ohio (or at least in Columbus), it's legal for women to walk around topless. And so a number of women at this festival did just that. It was hard not to gawk, especially at the ones with henna paintings around their nipples. And not trying to be mean, but the rule of the day was that the people who maybe should have kept their tops on were the ones walking around with it all hanging out.

"This would blow my little Southern-gentleman husband's mind," I told my cousin. 

And sure enough, tonight when I told him about it, he was aghast. 

"Well, no wonder we've got the oil spill and wars and suffering," he said in his best slow Southern drawl. "It's because people in Ohio are walking around showing their boobies. My Lord, why not just wear a sign that says, 'Take that, Jesus!'"

Oh my God, the dude just cracks me up. 

Kirk To Enterprise... Come In. Over.

Well look at me and my big, bad, high-tech self with my Mac laptop, iPhone, and iPad. My shoulder bag now beeps and vibrates as I walk. I feel so sci-fi I can't stand it. 

I owe a debt of eternal gratitude to my friend Christopher Laney for sitting down with me for almost two hours today and getting all the Apple doo-dads in sync and showing me shortcuts and how everything works. I am having MUCH more fun with these devices now that I have some small clue what to do with them.

In fact, I think I'm getting too comfortable with them. At one point, I had all three devices spread out and was tapping on the iPhone then tapping on the iPad and when I turned to my laptop, I started tapping on the screen and wondering why it wasn't responding. Oh yeah... keyboard. How quaint. 

I've also made the quantum leap and given up my paper calendar. (GULP.) I break into a bit of a flop sweat thinking about it. But I'm sure within a month I'll be engaged in mocking those who are, like, sooooooo lame and behind the times with their little paper calendars. ☺

The trust is not yet entirely there though. I leave tomorrow for Ohio for my cousin's baby shower and while I'll be using the GPS app in my iPhone, I've already printed out the directions from MapQuest.

You know, just in case this Star Trek stuff isn't all it's cut out to be.