Changing the post title from”[obscenity] Siri” to “Ghost Machine,” didn’t appease the data goddess. Maybe she liked it better the other way. Maybe Siri wants to be virtually fuckable. Whatever the explanation, over the weekend and heading into today, I’ve had one user at Scott’s site unable to load it on iPhone, a weird formatting glitch affecting the Anam Cara iPhone display, and all sorts of further time-wasting problems addressing the original problems. Yet, whatever the explanation, and whatever problems Siri may have with me and my decadently overdone neo-post-Marxian critical-theoretical analysis of her and friends, the fact remains that she and I need to achieve some kind of modus vivendi.
Siri is after me
