What does it take to get us excited anymore?
I mean, we have a remote-controlled craft roaming the surface of Mars — Mars! — and it's tooling around scooping up soil and looking for evidence of life, and our reaction is: ZZZZZZZZ.
And in the Alps scientists are close to proving the existence of "the God particle" — "the God particle!" — and our reaction is: What's happening on "American Idol" between Mariah and Nicki Minaj. (They're working it out.)
Why do I bring this up?
Before I go any father let me answer the question I am sure is foremost on your mind.
What's Siri really like? Well, she's very nice, doesn't come across as a know-it-all one bit. I can't say the same for myself.
With Siri just a voice command away, and Google at my fingertips, I've become obnoxious. I'm hoping this will wear off, but right now I make your average Mr. Smarty Pants appear modest.
Go ahead, ask me anything:
Answer: "Gunga galunga ... gunga, gunga-galunga."
Want to try another one?
Question: What is pi?
Now, back before I was iPhoned I probably would have said something like pi, (correct spelling pie) is a dessert.
But with all known knowledge at my finger tips, I am able to respond more intelligently and tell you that pi is a mathematical formula that I assume allows a hostess to slice a pie (or pi) so that 22 people each get one seventh.
You can look this up if you want, but it will be a waste of time because I'm never wrong now.
Here's a question I have?
With everything and anything anyone needs to know now just a few clicks or queries away, what is the point of kids going to college anymore? I mean, you forget most of what you learn anyway, so why not save yourself from a lifetime of loan payments and just have your parents get you an iPhone5?
Siri, what's the point of going to college?
Damned if I know, Jim; can I find you a restaurant?
I love this woman.