My Smart Phone Ain't.

The Queen and Princess both got iPhones over a year ago.  I retained my Crackberry until I had a "discounted" upgrade.

Late in January I got the iPhone 4S, "the most amazing iPhone yet", according to Apple.

I can make calls, surf the InterWeb, and tell Siri what I want her to do.

And, just like any other woman, she does what she wants to.

For example, I asked Siri if I was good-looking.  She replied, "I don't understand 'good-looking'".

Okay.

I downloaded some music to ITunes on my desktop.  A Smart Phone, once connected, should be able to find said music, transfer it to itself, and allow me to listen to it without a problem.

But NOOOOoooooo.  I had to tell it where it was, point, click, cuss, and finally get help to jump through the seven hoops to make that happen.  Then, instead of being in ITunes, where logic says it should be, it's somewhere else.  Did I mention that Siri is female?

When I asked the Princess why I couldn't find my Beach Boys on ITunes she looked at me like I had a third eye and said, "It won't be there."  Really, Captain Obvious?

Instead, it's under the "Music" icon.  Of course...why didn't I think of that?  BECAUSE I HAVE A SMART PHONE AND IT SHOULD KNOW WHERE TO PUT STUFF.

Now, if I ask Siri where I am she can tell me.  By providing latitude and longitude.

I am not a map.  I know streets and towns.

The phone has a "Maps" feature.  If I want to go from Point A to Point B it will tell me how to get there.  By taking me through Points C, D, R, and V.

I asked her for a good place to eat.  She didn't understand.

I asked her how to get home.  She didn't know.

Of course, when Siri does address me she calls me "Elvis".  But I had to set that one up myself.

Huh.  My smart phone ain't so smart after all.

And They Say Car Salesmen Are Deceptive.

I've been keeping a close eye on the Trayvon Martin tragedy in Sanford, Florida.

Now, I'm not rocket surgeon, but it doesn't take a whole lot of smarts to figure out something just ain't right here.

I'm not talking about the basics of the case itself.  Boy goes to store, boy buys stuff, boy walks home, boy gets shot.  Happens in Southwest Atlanta and Clayton County all the time.

At the risk of sounding callous, I have a few questions:

--why are the pictures you see of Trayvon Martin those of a smiling young teenager and not an almost grown 17-year-old?
--why are the pictures you see of George Zimmerman from a 2005 Dade County booking photo and not a more recent one of him clean and dressed up?
--nobody's saying that the reason Martin was at his father's fiancee's house in the first place was because he'd been suspended from school for possession, etc.  Not once, but three times.
--Baby Mama say that the media--yes, the same media that facilitated sympathy for the family--is now "trying to destroy" her son's reputation.  As someone experienced in reputation destruction I can attest that you don't need any help in the process.  You do just fine destroying your reputation all by your lonesome.
--also, what's the need in copyrighting the name "Trayvon" if you're not trying to cash in on an already bad situation?
--pardon my French, but what the hell business does the President of the USA have to do meddling with a case in central Florida?  When did that become a national security issue?  And who cares what his son would look like?

Way too many questions and way too few answers.

And, for the record, if I had a son he'd look like Elvis.  Oh, wait, I do.  And they do.

And they say car salesmen are deceptive.