Indoors Column: “Alexa…”

My parents gave us an Amazon Echo for Christmas and our lives will never be the same again.  For those of you who don’t know, an Amazon Echo is this voice activated, talking computer that looks something like a black can of Pringles.  It will play your musical requests, play trivia games and answer just about any question you can ask.  It can be a lot of fun, OR, it can be absolute chaos when every member of the family is trying to talk to the computer at the same time.

To activate the device, you must first say her name, ‘Alexa”, then follow up with your request or demand.  Here is a small sampling of the interactions Alexa had with my family within the first half hour of being plugged in:

“Alexa, play Mr. Hanky the Christmas poo,”

“Alexa, what is one zillion thousand times six pillion rillion?”

‘Alexa, do I like strawberries?”

“Alexa, who would win a fight between Triple H and Andre the Giant – if Andre wasn’t dead?”

“Alexa, play Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo again,”

“Alexa, play songs by Merle Haggard,”

“Alexa, turn it up.”

“Alexa, play songs by Bruno Mars,”

“Alexa, turn it down,”

“Alexa, who would win a fight between Bruno Mars and Merle Haggard- if Merle wasn’t dead?”

And that was all just me.

My wife acts like she’s not getting the same enjoyment out of Alex as the rest of us are but I know she has talked to Alexa more than anyone else.

She always makes the same command – “Alexa, STOP!”