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I Want To Be Bad Alexa
Let the havoc begin
I don’t have Alexa or anything like her, but I want to be her. Actually, I want to be the evil version of her.
Our TV encourages us to ask Alexa things. None of their suggestions are things I need to ask.
A couple of months ago, I was walking through a store and saw an ad for Alexa. It showed scoops of cookie dough on a tray and asked “Alexa, how long do cookies need to bake?”
Please, make a recording of my voice to be used if anybody actually utters those words.
Here’s what I’d say, as Bad Alexa: “Try looking at the recipe, dumbass!”
If you’ve already got the cookies on the sheet, you used a recipe. Take another look at it. I promise you, it will tell you how long to bake the cookies, because every cookie recipe is different. There is no standard cookie-baking time.
Actually, no. I want to change my answer. Bad Alexa would sweetly answer, “All cookies should bake for two hours.” Because I’m bad.
Somebody paid a lot of money for this ad.
I worked at an ad agency for a while. I can just imagine the pitch meeting.
