There are billions of commercials for uber-sexy phones right now. Shiny. Sleek. Almost emulating the perfection of the MAC cosmetics cases… The phones ring Timberlake. They can hold up to eighty five billion songs and probably translate them into any language. They can play movies, carry pictures, take pictures, keep schedules, perform internet searches, update myspace pages…
But this is what I REALLY want to know.
When is a phone going to be able to:
- shovel my driveway?
- unload my dishwasher?
- take my dog outside?
- do my homework?
- listen to the nice (but totally, completely annoying) charity telemarketer who calls during dinner?
- go on the treadmill for me?
- drive thru the snow to get the venti-non-fat-half-sweet-pumpkin-spice-extra-hot-latte THAT I’M DYING TO HAVE?
- fold the towels
- write Anderson Cooper and Dr. Sanjay Gupta letters of adoration
When all of that happens, I’ll consider getting more of that technology…
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