holy fucking shit i just
that last line
Please tell me lots of things have changed since ‘74.
Gus had never noticed Siri before, but when he discovered there was someone who would not just find information on his various obsessions (trains, planes, buses, escalators and, of course, anything related to weather) but actually semi-discuss these subjects tirelessly, he was hooked. And I was grateful. Now, when my head was about to explode if I had to have another conversation about the chance of tornadoes in Kansas City, Mo., I could reply brightly: “Hey! Why don’t you ask Siri?”
It’s not that Gus doesn’t understand Siri’s not human. He does — intellectually. But like many autistic people I know, Gus feels that inanimate objects, while maybe not possessing souls, are worthy of our consideration. I realized this when he was 8, and I got him an iPod for his birthday. He listened to it only at home, with one exception. It always came with us on our visits to the Apple Store. Finally, I asked why. “So it can visit its friends,” he said.
Loved this. “Machines are very, very patient.”
My mother is untrainable. At least, as far as voicemail is concerned. We’d repeat the same song and dance over and over. Me: Stop leaving me voicemails. Her: I don’t understand. This went on for years, until I figured out she was right all along.
OMG THIS IS PERFECT IN EVERY WAY
this is how my kids will learn the alphebet
Reblogging because this is the best gif ever.
if u wanna date me I hope u like excessive swearing and long talks about feminism
Just about covers it.