Whenever Siri sasses me, as she is frequently wont to do, my rejoinder is inevitably that of Linus, as spoken to his femme fatale, in A Charlie Brown Christmas, “Jezebel was the evil wife of king Ahab in the Old Testament. In II Kings, it says that her servants threw her out the window and she landed on her head.”
Just as Linus’ new love interest was intent on keeping him guessing, so Siri Apple Watch changes identities faster then Ilsa Faust in Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation. (Loved this character!) Last week, Siri and her Activity Watch app went all in as psychotic personal trainer. Mr. PQ and I took some much-needed time away, reviving ourselves in the brilliant, blue-sky town of Breckenridge, CO. While Apple Watch granted me 9 minutes of heart pounding exercise for 2 hours of bear climbing up a bowl with a 40 percent grade, Mr. PQ was gifted 40 minutes just for ambling down the street to the local coffee shop. 12 minutes for a 3-hour rigorous ascent of Baldy Mountain, while Mr. PQ received 10 minutes for commuting up the jeep trail. She keeps this up and she will not be getting an upgrade to her wardrobe compliments of our new Pad & Quill Apple Watch Bands.
Who will be getting an upgrade is my new Pad & Quill Backpack. We humped our haversacks over miles of rock and trail, ascending to the highest chairlift in North America, and they performed sublimely. My PQ backpack is now to be named my Favorite Daypack for Adventures. While I generally carry a Camelbak trail running pack, I was very happy with how my Pad & Quill pack performed in rucking my hydration and nutrition in addition to extra layers and sundries up and down the mountain
Mr. PQ forwarded an article to me that was written by a fellow early adopter, he thought it was insightful and humorous. The author offered some simple, straightforward advice regarding how to introduce one’s friends and coworkers to the wonder that is the Apple Watch. As I still wrestle daily against the Activity Target of Tyranny, driven to complete all three circles every 24 hours, the haptic tapping of impatience becoming yet one more voice of “I need” and “I want” amongst a cacophony of voices, I probably am not the model spokesperson.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the breakdown of data in the Health app, and I’ve figured out how to skip around to my favorite Miranda Lambert songs while running, so yea me. However, I can’t escape the feeling of being shackled to the modern world. So I’ve done what so many others in captivity have done before, I’ve succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome. That’s the only explanation I can offer for why, on a gorgeously sunny day, I sat inside watching the bulk of the keynote speech of the Apple WWDC (World-Wide Developer Conference). I actually caught myself “oohing” when they announced that Apple Watch would do that thing that will make the Watch operate faster. Fantastic! Mr. PQ and I are in a race as to who will learn a second language faster: him learning enough spanish to order his own coffee at Starbucks or me learning to speak techno-geek. Being that he runs on caffeine, I’m guessing he might be more motivated.
I’m highly motivated to finish my work in time to join the youngest Quill at the midnight showing of Jurassic World. Chris Pratt is awesome, and the fact that