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Way back before Apple took over automobiles, I had a Ford Focus that linked to my phone in the old primitive way. The sport version car was a spiffy two door, surprisingly cool, with exciting computery things on the dash, heated seats, the works. I would dress up and try to gather approving glances as I drove around. (I know, but it was new. I’d only had non-cool cars before this.) (RIP Myxomatosis VWRabbit)

Never mind that the effect of my sexy arrival was somewhat lost when Nova Scotian winds would pull its giant door open and fling me into the parking lot like a stone from a slingshot.Image result for distracted driving

I was SO excited that I was able to call people on my phone, in my car, HANDS FREE.  Because, as a former Public Health Nurse©, I knew all about the risks of distracted driving. In fact, I’d been responsible for media campaigns about it. Plus, I’d raised a son who managed to demonstrate these risks, fairly frequently, in various cars. Not mentioning any names, but HE KNOWS WHO HE IS.

So I cheerfully linked up my car and tried to call a friend to let them know that I was (yet again) going to be a bit late. I know, I know, it’s impossibly rude, but MS ADD means I am lucky to remember to meet people at all. His name was Paul. Well, it still is Paul, but I no longer try to phone him by voice.

Because, of course, saying ‘call Paul’ to a vaguely stunned system is a recipe for complete and utter disaster.

My car kept telling me to ‘select phone’. I did. Then it told me to press the up receiver bit on my steering wheel. I had just finished doing that. Then it told me to ‘select phone’. Then…

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I got through all the starting steps after to and fro-ing multiple times and narrowly missing two teenagers in a crosswalk, slipping through an intersection on, shall we say, an advanced yellow, and frightening an older human in a mobility scooter into the next existence.

 

Still, most of us survived.

The next step was to try to persuade it to call Paul. Those of you who read out loud while scanning this will realize the problem. Call sounds like Paul, Paul sounds a bit like phone (to my English as a not-quite-grasped language car, anyway)… so round and round we went until I was yelling at my car like a crazed lunatic and weaving all over the road

Suddenly, there was a raccoon standing on the road in front of me, holding a placard telling me to smarten up. Because some of the medications I have to take for my MS have intriguing effects, I didn’t bother to question this, just decided that getting the car to understand me was going to get all of us killed–me, the raccoon, random pedestrians, and probably Paul. Also the car, but this point was moot as I was calling down enough curses on it that I knew it likely had only a few days to live. (Truth be told, I traded it in not that much later for a base model Honda Fit, with no backseat speakers and absolutely no desire to engage me in any form of conversation.

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I am completely befuddled as to why I thought getting an Alexa Dot would be any different. “It’ll be fun,” I thought. “I can get it to read me my audiobooks and turn on the radio and set alarms and such. It doesn’t require me to operate a moving vehicle. It can even play ‘Calm my cat‘ music. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?”

I wasn’t even stepping to the higher skills of turning on lights or coffee makers or anything. It still defeated me. Things I quickly learned:

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  • You still have to shout at the thing extremely rudely to get it to hear you. Saying “Alexa, play CBC Radio One” does NOT work. Alexa feels this command means to tune into some station 95.7 or something that plays only MUSAK. This is wrong on so many levels I can barely express myself. Except to shout, repeatedly, “Alexa, stop, for the love of GOD stop!” I’m not telling you what she does with that. You will have to try it yourself. It is stunningly more annoying if this happens in the middle of the night when you wake thinking about how you are drowning in debt because of purchases from Amazon, you are trying to listen to CBC’s overnight programming on the soothing history of cheese in Belgium to get you back to sleep, and you end up bellowing at an inanimate object until the cat flees. It’s a jolly good thing I sleep alone.
  • Beethoven (my favourite writing music) on Amazon Music somehow only consists of one symphony, and only part of that. I am typing merrily along, humming, while the symphony builds to its magnificent crescendo, only to have the sodding thing cut it off right at the point where my hum becomes joyous, and RESTART the symphony. I’d take it as a commentary on the quality of my humming, but I have also tried it without making a sound and still…  Oh and PS: Asking Alexa to play ‘classical music’ results in her replaying the same three HALF-songs over and over and over. Asking her to play ‘jazz’ makes her spit out…you guessed it … MUSAK. Of course she has a conflict with iTunes that means you will never, ever, hear any of the songs you enjoy and have even purchased.
  • Alexa hates being unplugged. She gets positively cranky and forgets everything except that reminder you set last month to ‘pick up cat litter’ or something that you’ve ALREADY DONE, but which she continually reprimands you for forgetting. Change her voice, and she forgets radio stations, skills, everything because hey, Alexa with a British male accent (I’m shallow, I know) doesn’t understand Canada and never will. I don’t dare try the Australian voice.
  • For some evil reason, ALL voices seem to remember Radio 95.7.

 

I haven’t given up. For some reason, I keep trying to persuade her to do things. The other day she cheerfully glowed at me about a new ‘skill’ she thought I might like to try

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(Have I mentioned how creepy it is to come into your home to find her glowing a malevolent green-yellow? Terrifying. I suspect she is reporting my yelling to the AUTHORITIES, who will come and force me to listen to MUSAK forever…)

She said, “Why not try ‘bed yoga’?”

Sure, I thought, that could be a good way to start the day. Better than listening to the news, anyway. So I enabled it and tossed it (virtually) into my morning routine.

Next morning, she bounces into my consciousness with a “Would you like to try bed yoga? Say yes or no.”

I say yes.

She asks, “Would you like to try bed yoga? Say yes or no.”

I say yes.

“Try saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

We finally come to an understanding that yes, I would like to try it. She reads me an entire list of instructions and releases from any responsibility for injuries sustained.

Then the app begins, with a lengthy description of the position to try. “This yoga pose has four hundred steps. You will lie flat, with your palms up. Raise your left knee up and then turn and put your right knee down on the mattress on your left side. Stretch your arms to the side (etc., etc.)…Ready?”

I get myself twisted into a stretch…

“I’m sorry, I’m having trouble accessing that skill. Would you like to listen to 95.7?”

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. Thank you for the entertaining read. I have my G1 but presently don’t drive nor do I want to own a vehicle. When I do venture out on road trips, I want a vehicle with the basics and no extra doo-dads or distractions. Um, heated seats are okay 🙂 I loved the SNL video for Amazon Echo Silver. I refuse to have IoT technology in my home and sometimes wonder how much my smart phone is listening in on conversations o_O. Any yoga exercise with 400 steps is something I would avoid!

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