I w
ant my Pebble back. In fact, after a week (?) of Apple Watch ownership, I’m kind of tired of Apple as an entity, for the first time in quite a while.
(Before you say it: yes, I’m aware I can turn this shit off. And I’m going to, as soon as I’m done complaining about it. I shouldn’t have to turn annoying shit off. This annoying shit should not happen.)
I am a smartwatch fan, as the three entries under this one that WordPress will select will no doubt demonstrate. I have simple goals for my watch: I want it to alert me when I get an important notification (“important” being determined by me) and I want it to be a watch and an alarm clock, and to have a battery life compatible with being both. I was worried about the Apple Watch’s battery; I plug it in while I’m reading at night and it’s fine, and it appears to be good to go to make it two days without a charge with no real trouble. It’s at 80% right now and hasn’t been charged since last night. That’s fine.
I just got a notification congratulating me for standing for one minute during each of the last twelve hours.
Read that sentence again, and drown in the banality of the universe. And realize that I was on my feet for the entirety of at least seven of those hours. I walked four and a half miles while I was at work, 9000 steps (less than usual; it’s Wednesday, my half day) and collapsed on the couch at home and fell asleep. I didn’t hit either of my “fitness goals.” I can’t set a step goal, which is kind of annoying. I feel like that ought to be available. But I can for damn sure be nagged to stop doing things and freaking meditate like some sort of techno-hippy once an hour and be congratulated at the end of the day because once per hour in the past 12 hours I, I dunno, got up to take a piss or something. But the watch doesn’t notice seven straight hours on my feet.
Bah.
Also, whatever was in the iOS update that pushed out Tuesday bricked my phone, and I was nearly late to work trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong and restoring my most recent (ie, months old) backup. So I’m not super keen about technology right now in general. But yeah: Bah.
(WordPress probably ought to not choose this entry as another chance to constantly re-add Uncategorized as a category or delete half my tags while I’m adding them. Just saying.)
My watch, just now, upon having determined via vile sorcery that I was awake but not yet out of bed, just vibrated on my wrist to suggest that I get out of bed and move around for one (1) minute. This is related to my health somehow. I note, looking at it now, that apparently getting up at 3:30 in the morning to take a piss apparently also counted as exercise. It was certainly difficult, I’ll agree to that.
So I caved and got an Apple Watch. It was an accident, I swear; I went into the store intending to just go on a fact-finding mission, secure in the knowledge that even if I were able to pick out one I liked there was no chance of there being any Series 2 watches in stock, and I wanted to physically put my hands on the watches to see how they felt and how they wore and pick one out based on that.
This is going to be another one of those posts where my mother and my aunt call me the next day to make sure I haven’t died since the last time I wrote anything. It happens about once a week, maybe. I don’t know what the hell the deal is, whether it’s the change in the weather or maybe I tweaked something while unloading the sofa truck this morning (I can recall one particular insanely heavy power sofa where I felt like I was hitting my knees pretty hard on way down the ramp) or what, but every attempt to stand up from a seated position today resulted in crippling fucking pain in my right hip and right leg. Like, sitting for a minute meant two minutes of standing before I was able to walk. Godfuckingawful. The weird thing is that so long as I’m still there’s no pain at all; I kind of want to take a thousand pain pills before I go to bed tonight but right now as I’m sitting on the couch typing this I’m fine. I’m going to have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming when I stand up in a bit, mind you, but right now I’m fine.
A few days ago I wrote
I am… not immediately pre-ordering an iPhone 7? Like, for real? This is a thing that’s not happening? I don’t understand; I currently own an iPhone 6, and before that I had a 5. I re-order my phones when a new number comes out. The 7 is out, or at least it’s about to be. And yet I paid my phone bill this afternoon, meaning that I went directly to the very place where one might go to order a new iPhone, and yet somehow there is no new iPhone with my name on it either beginning to be shipped to me or being manufactured for my eventual ownership.