Magic microphone

Has it come to this… talking to inanimate objects?

Yeah, yeah, microphones and invisible friends and all that… but have you noticed how they make hunting for shit on the television and Apple TV and all those dingle dongles incredibly difficult? I mean seriously, hunting and pecking with a craptastic remote that some schlub who seemingly never has done massive hunting on a remote device before. It’s hell.

Blippity bloppity as you go letter by letter, praying that some auto-fill feature will save you from having to enter the whole goddam title…

So now there’s that microphone. You talk into the remote.

Shit magically appears.

Like Jesus.

I think it’s one more data mining bullshit dongle invading our collective minds. Sure, call me all Mr. Conspiracy Theory or whatever… that doesn’t change the truth.

Needless to say, I’m a fucking luddite and still hunt and peck. With a goddam smile on my face.

And get off my lawn while yer at it…

Where’d the time go?

It’s August. I haven’t touched this god-forsaken blog in months.

Have you seen the Olympics? Or should I say the fucking advertisements with a smattering of moldy old crap spoiler garbage that I read about on AP Mobile in the morning.

I suppose I tune in to say “I was there.”

Then I get all salty and switch to watching DVRd episodes of SVU, just because I can, and should, and hell, I’m paying fucking Comcast an arm and a leg for this stupid DVR service, so I’ll use it on crap like old Law & Order episodes.

Anyway, there’s no curling in the Summer Olympics.