The Man accuses me of being a "lady who ice-creams". True, in a way, though today I was accompanied by three 4th Grade boys and a Girl on a bike, and the object of the exercise (to my mind) was less about the frozen dessert and more about the half-mile trek to the creamery and back again.
No-one wants to talk to me on these ice-cream outings - the boys hang out together and have obscure Pokemon-related conversations, and the Girl sticks her nose in a book - but happily this afternoon that gave me the opportunity to read another chapter of Packing for Mars by Mary Roach, which is a very entertaining book about the prosaic practicalities of space travel. If you like Bill Bryson at all you will probably like Roach. If you like Bryson but find he gets a wee bit irritating sometimes, you might like Roach more, because she's less so. And if you can't read more than a page of any Bill Bryson book without wanting to hurl it across the room (I have met such people) - ok, you should probably leave Packing for Mars alone.
The rest of the family is currently squished on the couch watching YouTube videos of Mr Bean. The Boy is laughing like a drain - but not quite as hard as he laughs at the Man's new work iPhone and Siri, a magical disembodied voice that apparently lives in the phone. She's like an all-knowing fairy or something, except we're not convinced she really does know all that much. The kids love to torment her by asking her impossible questions then mocking her puzzled responses. Eventually, though, she gets shirty. When she repeatedly couldn't understand one of the Girl's questions and my charming daughter accused her of being "a hard-of-hearing piece of machinery" Siri (quite reasonably) told her to "Kindly keep your opinions to yourself!"
If you have two such phones can Siri 1 speak knowingly with Siri 2?
ReplyDeleteIntriguing thought. I'm going to have to try that and get back to you!
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