Epic fail…I never adapted to writing in traditional writer fashion (computer on desk, butt planted firmly in chair) and I never learned to censor myself. But that’s not where this post is going.
This morning, I discovered just how accurate the speech recognition of the Voice Search app on my Android really is. I activated it by mistake and it went into action when I said, “This sucks.” I got this response….
Sorry about the blurred image. I was laughing when I took the photo. A comment of “that’s funny” got this in response….
And so my love-hate relationship with technology rages on. I shudder to think how I’d get by without it. I can barely remember the years of writing everything in longhand on yellow legal pads, print and bound books, CDs, VHS tapes and DVDs, snail mail and using a phone to make phone calls. And it wasn’t all that long ago!
My dad used to say the thing he hated about helping me move was all those heavy cases of books. I told Collin I would love to see the look on his face if I were to ask him to carry my books–and give him my Kindle Fire! I’ve finally done it–all of my books (except for a few special coffee table books) and music are now digitized. I gave away all of the print books–including print copies of my own books!
Now that Collin’s begun digitizing our DVD collection, I’ll soon be able to access everything online. I might have eventually reached my goal of being able to put all of my personal possessions in my backpack…if it weren’t for the 200-plus stuffed animals I still can’t part with….