“Is that an Apple Watch?”
Yes, it is.
“Do you like it?”
In addition to compliments about how cute I look in my cowboy boots today, my Apple Watch is the most commented on accessory I currently own.
Do I like it?
My initial response is that I feel the technology is a little lost on me. This has nothing to do with the fact that our son can rewire the space station with it and I have trouble locating the time of day.
Do I like it?
What I really think?
I have decided that Apple Watch is a female; a PMS-ing female. You can talk to her and she won’t talk back, she’s hypersensitive to how you touch her, and way too often you find yourself talking to the hand instead of her face. There is only one solution, I need to eat more chocolate and drink more wine until it oozes from my pores and through her sensors.
And then I need to thank her. Because last Saturday, for the first
It’s Mrs. PQ’s birthday today or, in other words, the annual rite of acknowledging I have the activity level of a 30 year old, the body of a dinged up 40 year old and the mind of a 92 year old. Which explains why I’ve begun referring to myself in third persona.
If it were up to me, we would be offering a 47% discount on every product purchased today, especially our Apple Watch Stand and Catchall for Apple Watch, but Mr. PQ has already lost enough hair trying to teach me to use my Watch that arrived upon my doorstop yesterday afternoon at 3:57pm. (Not that Mr. PQ was paying attention or anything). You see, Apple must surely love me better and thus explains why my watch arrived before Mr. PQ’s.
Allow me to set the scene: As Mr. PQ was across the city on errands with the youngest kid, every other kid, including the adopted neighbor kids, were notified to be on the lookout for the Big Brown Truck. I think for humor’s sake alone,
Wednesday was Earth Day which has always struck me as a rather panicked holiday, somewhat akin to Apple Watch Delivery Day. As of 3:03 am Mr. PQ has not received his golden ticket of specific delivery date goodness. The vixen in me so relishes the possibility of my Apple Watch arriving before his. I’d likely just leave it unopened on the corner of my desk for several hours and watch his hair fall to the ground in chunks.
But I digress. I love the month of April here in Minnesota. All things nature that slumbered through winter begin to awaken and dress in their summer clothes. Having been battered by six months of blistering cold temperatures, some years without nature’s blanket of snow to protect them, other years oppressed by a concrete like slab of the stuff, I marvel at the tenacity of the more fragile lifeforms that emerge for another growing season. As a person who spends as much time in the outdoors as I possibly
Contrary to Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the answer to the universe is no longer 42, the new answer is Apple Watch. At least this is the conclusion the myriad of alarms sounding across my many Apple devices is driving me toward. The new universal question should be, what color wood Pad & Quill Stand for Apple Watch should I purchase to complete my new horologic experience, Mahogany or Cherry? It seems the universal question within the tech world is whether Apple Watch will really be that big of a thing.
“It’s just a ploy to sell more iPhone 6 and 6P.” That’s a bad thing? Not for our many Apple Store reps and techies who like their jobs and the great peripherals like Macworld.com, 9to5mac.com, MacRumors.com and others.
“It’s going to go flat with such a short battery life” (The Stand for Apple Watch
Tim Cook and team Apple just released the advent of a revolution in time keeping and smart watch technology; so why is Pad & Quill, crafter of exemplary cases and bags for all things Apple, rambling on about making time stand still? Simple, the battery life of the new Apple Watch is somewhere south of 24 hours and the watch needs to be recharged every night.
We believe even this simplest of acts should be a beautiful extension of the design and engineering prowess which is exemplified in the Apple Watch. So, we drew inspiration from Brian’s grandfather, an Irish Canadian, World War I veteran and lifetime salesman for Firestone tires (which at the start would have been
Most folks are familiar with the phrase, “when in Rome do as the Romans do.” While on this trip to visit our friends and manufacturing partners in Leon Guanojuanto Mexico I learned a new phrase, “a donde fueras, haz lo que vieres”. A loose translation of this old spanish saying is, “where you go, do what you see”. A donde fueras, haz lo que vieres in Leon means eating quesedillas under a makeshift tarpelin tent and paying scant attention to the bubbling pot from which the meat is pulled, (I’m not certain but I think I saw an eye wink at me). Most delicious street food I’ve encountered, and a Mr. PQ favorite. He wants me to make this comida at home, but I’m reasonably certain this feat can’t be replicated in the United States, because it’s not just the ingredients. It’s the hot desert air and the cool shade of the tarp, it’s the seasoning