It was a joke.
On my way between the covers last night, I told our Google Home Assistant to turn off the bedroom lamp. Which, of course, she did.
Google’s still a she at our place because the option to choose a male voice isn’t available in Canada yet. As soon as it is, I’m switching that sucker to he. Ideally, a he with a non-Canadian accent.
How amazing would that be? A deep voice with a sexy accent reminding me that I had a 2 P.M. dentist appointment — I might even keep the appointment 🙂
Where was I?
Right, last night.
Lamp goes off, I snuggle into my pillow and on a whim I said, “Okay, Google. Goodnight.”
and Holy Crap!
Google said, “Good Night, Aimer.”
I cracked up laughing and then, of course, I had to do it again because — this piece of silver mesh and plastic was talking to me.
Sci-fi writers have been publishing books about humans falling for their robots for years now — I’m thinking dress Google up, slap an accent on him …
His name is Nigel 🙂
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Google is an amazing tool, everything you will ever need right there at the click of a mouse. Also everything you don’t need, will never need, and shouldn’t be wasting your time with.
Case in point: There are only so many ways to describe the human body in motion. In motion in private. In motion in private behind closed doors. Body parts in particular are a bit of a toil. If you don’t want to get into ridiculous euphemisms, and I don’t, you find yourself writing the same words over and over… and how exciting is that?
My solution is Google and its lovely gateway to synonym heaven. Google rarely fails me, but she does lead me astray. I wish I could blame Google, but the fault is mine. When faced with the siren call of her lovely connected links, I have no self-control. I wander in her never ending forest and lose myself.
It’s shameful, but I have been known to wander Google’s paths for hours. Hours spent researching a detail that I may or may not end up using in my book. What can I say? I’m a weak, weak person.
Google’s rather like the universe’s largest department store, you go in looking for one thing and come out with something else. Sometimes that something else is pretty damn funny …
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