OK, check this out. Yesterday was my mom's birthday and she had mentioned to my sister that she wanted a Tom-Tom because they had gone to Alton, Il for a family wedding and ended up in St. Louis, Mo. Twice? So, like most women they're happy to get directions but don't know how to use them when they have them in hand (I know, I'll catch hell for that one but truthsayers are always the first to get prosecuted). Anyway, mom needs a gps so at least we'd know where she is, so my sister and I get her one, and of course you have to program them. While programming your new, get out of lost free card, you get to decide on who's voice you want to tell you to, turn right here. When I asked if she had picked out a male or female voice and she replied, "Oh, it's a male voice and his name is Richard". Richard? What, why does anyone feel the need to name a voice over the gps system. It's not onstar! So armed with this new bit of technological information I began to wonder who I would pick if I ever bought one of these gadgets. Which I would never do because it would just distract me enough want to throw the thing out of the window at 70 miles an hour. I'm sure these digital compasses are great for those long jaunts across America but they suck for city navigation. They'll take you on the longest route and have you turned around before you know it. So, as I climb down from my gps soap box, I realize that I have found the ultimate voice for my navigational needs... Max Headroom! "ta-ta-ta-turn ri-ri-ri-right here pah-pah-pah-please...
Ain't it good to be G!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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