Monthly Archives: December 2014

Not so Smart Watch

Let’s hope it doesn’t come to this. When we have to resort to self-tazing smart devices to keep our will-power in check we know the end is nigh.

Over the holidays I was at a few parties with native New Yorkers. As you know THEY have an accent (not US — right?) and so naturally I heard many a dropped “r.” Hence the Weight Watches spelling versus the spelling of the famous weight management company — with whom I have no affiliation.

I guess the second panel casts “self-e’s” in a new light as well. Dang I’m a horrible speller.

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A Blast from Christmas past

Here’s a classic card I sent out for Christmas 2010 when a certain governmental agency was generally not well liked.

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Watcha doin?

Today’s toon was inspired by this morning’s follies. We recently got a new digital wi-fi, app-enabled scale with which to weigh ourselves. It also allegedly calculates body fat percentages, BMI and your likelihood of reaching enlightenment in this millenium. Or something like that.

Anyway we tried to link our iPads to the thing and only I was successful. Perhaps my wife’s device is too old to master this technological feat. But, even though I triumphantly conjoined to the app’s mysterious and disinclined interface it refused to actually show me anything. I was all signed in and in the trust-tree of the vulcan mind-meld and I got nothin’. Bupkis.

Phone calls were made to the parent company and forty-five minutes later what I got was a varying physical readout on the scale — mind you, I had to read the scale not my iPad — that revealed the depressing weight. And weight only. No body fat. No BMI.

So what do you do when you’re flustrated? Why you draw a cartoon about it or at least about something somewhat related. Believe me when it comes to something as technologically as sophisticated as programming my DVR I’m punching above my weight so it’s only partially the devices fault. Perhaps I’ll just have to eventually come to some kind of peace wherein I note the scale’s weight reading and simply judge my BF/BMI by whether or not I can still cram into my jeans.

Technology can’t live with it. Can’t get it out o’ yer life.

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