I use Google Voice and love it regardless of whether Google is using it to spy on me.
I love how it transcribes voice mails and sends them to my email. No longer do I listen to rambling voice recordings. Now I read rambling, surreal email messages.
Just today I got the following message, “Bye bye mechanic and incest me please.”
Here’s another one: “I don’t know if you know. Frying Pan Alley and, and some people wee wee, Sucks”
Often times I find the odd celebrity showing up in my Google Voice Inbox.
“Hi Donna, This is Sean Connery for 6 tech solutions.” I also had Jacky Stallone listed as a caller.
It keeps me entertained.
This sounds like my kind of service…I’m switching over.
I just signed up for Google Voice but not sure yet if I trust them with all my calls. The first transcribed message I got was almost unreadable. But I’ll play around with it some more.
Someone not long ago someone envisioned a place that looks a lot like America today, as evidenced by its populace and by its national leadership. No garbled translation here…no need for Google…the meaning is crystal clear:
“As a human being, you have no choice about the fact that you need a philosophy. Your only choice is whether you define your philosophy by a conscious, rational, disciplined process of thought and scrupulously logical deliberation — or let your subconscious accumulate a junk heap of unwarranted conclusions, false generalizations, undefined contradictions, undigested slogans, unidentified wishes, doubts and fears, thrown together by chance, but integrated by your subconscious into a kind of mongrel philosophy and fused into a single, solid weight: self doubt, like a ball and chain in the place where your mind’s wings should have grown.”
— Ayn Rand
That stuff sounds like my voicemail…and mine aint a translation!
Ayn Rand, the Russian immigrant, was more literate than 99.99% of native born Americans. Which, come to think of it, really isn’t saying much, is it? The downside to being Ayn Rand was that she was a crashing bore at parties.
I wish I wish for something new,
upon which to ponder or verbally spew.
Donna is a bit tardy
to update this party
What are the poor followers to do?
Wow! Poetry! I gotta come up with something fast! 🙂
Candy’s dandy but liquor’s quicker.
O. Henry