In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath…
You know, nothing is easy …
I tell my Alexa to play me Tull all the time. The Jethro Tull Christmas album gets me through the holidays every year.
Everything about this is me. We were clearly separated at birth.
When I had my first and only colonoscopy a few years ago, the man who performed the procedure was named Dr. Tull. The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness was singing, "Eyeing little girls with bad intent . . . " One of the nurses burst out laughing, but that probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do to a man who’ll be poking around your nether regions.
What’s this now? I feel thick as a brick. :)
Was the joke about a pirate named Mike?
I got an Alexa a couple of months ago thinking I could use it as a bedside speaker and clock radio. The radio part works. For music I ended up buying some cheap computer speakers to bring the sound up to the level of a $30 Bluetooth speaker. Oh, playing the music I own. Had to install Plex on my NAS because it’s the only free DLNA server Alexa recognizes. I have to run Plex in the browser on Alexa because verbal commands are useless unless you know the exact name of everything you want to play. Plex is a bug ridden abomination. The Echo 8 isn’t strong enough to run Firefox properly. Thank heaven I got the not very smart device for half off. I’m 74 and hate it when technology, which I love, makes things harder. That is not why humans use tools. I’m going into V-fib.
I really don’t understand the appeal. A device that constantly listens to, and possibly records, everything you say in its vicinity must be a security nightmare. And there’s nothing that I’ve heard that it can do that I can’t manage just fine without it.
Plus, pet birds that talk have been known to place expensive orders through such devices! And another reason to stick with cats and/or dogs.
November 16, 2016