Just got a robocall that said "is sending you a hey cosmo blast, press 1 to hear the message". That’s right, no indication of who, it just started with the word "is".
For obvious reasons, I didn’t push 1.
Google searches suggest that the company responsible is http://www.heycosmo.com/
On the off chance someone I know tried to use that site to send me a message: it failed.
My money’s on someone trying to use it to spam, though.
Please create the following Java MIDP application for my phone:
When you run the application and take a picture of a barcode using the phone’s camera, it decodes the barcode, and adds the item to my Amazon wish list or some other Amazon list of my choice.
If Amazon doesn’t carry the item, it should add an “unrecognized item with UPC code xxxxx” item instead.
Thanks.
P.S. Please don’t try to patent it.
I gather that increasing numbers of people these days use their cell phone to tell the time, and don’t bother with a watch.
However, the watch is fighting back. Behold, the quad band GSM phone in a wristwatch, with Bluetooth (so you can pair it with a headset for phone use) and OLED display showing analog hands. Plus 1.3MP camera, kinetic battery recharge, and MP3 player.
At 13mm thick it’s still pretty bulky, but not much worse than my Casio G-Shock.
“Hello?”
“Taco Bell.”
“Err… no…”
“May I speak with sara?”
“I’m afraid she’s not in at the moment.”
“*click*”
Walking home just now, I saw a figure ahead in the darkness, walking through the linear park. A very large, female figure dressed in badly-matched clothing. She was staggering slightly, and weaving from side to side, in the manner of one who is paralytically drunk.
The linear park often attracts the homeless, so I thought nothing of it. Seeing a large drunk female vagrant wandering towards the liquor store on Mass Ave made perfect sense.
As I got a little closer, I heard her mutter something. Several somethings. There was nobody else around. OK, I thought, so it’s the kind of homeless person who hears voices and talks back to them. Nothing unusual there.
I got a little closer still, and noticed with some alarm that the staggering homeless woman was clutching the side of her head, as if trying to staunch a bleeding wound. It occurred to me that maybe she’d gotten in a fight with some of the other bums in the square. If so, I couldn’t really leave her to stagger off to her death with a head wound; I’d have to try and get her some medical attention.
I still don’t quite understand how the whole emergency medical attention thing works in the USA. When the kidney stone decided to bid me adieu and I had to get to an ER in a hurry, I picked MGH on the basis of pure brand awareness, coupled with a knowledge that it was near my location at the time.
Yesterday I discovered I’d actually made a really good choice. MGH is rated as one of the finest, if not the finest hospitals in the Boston Metro area. However, it was pure luck that I knew of it because I’d gone through Charles MGH T-station thousands of times.
Anyway, I had no idea where I’d take an injured homeless person, or if they’d get treatment anyway. Would an ambulance come for them? Would the police need me to make a statement? It was late, and I didn’t really want to learn the answers just now, but I knew I could never leave someone who needed help that badly.
Then I got a little closer, and suddenly I could make out that the woman had a tiny mobile phone in her huge hand, and it was that which she was pressing up against the side of her head. She wasn’t drunk, either; she was staggering aimlessly from the apparent cognitive overload of attempting to walk and speak on a mobile phone at the same time.
Whew.