The Alexa Chronicles

I have decided, after a day of arguing with this wench, that I would keep a chronicle of the shenanigans I go through with Amazon’s Alexa. I even made a sub category for it. I can’t be the only one who deals with the sass of an AI.

Right?

Anyway, Alexa at the Mill was the first of her kind in my household. Over the years I found no reason to have to deal with it–moving from location to location. Setup, take down, set up again. I’ve mentioned before how with military life, how I wanted to keep as little as possible which would result in valuable losses.

Now, I am here in my own house. No plans for moving permanently in the near future, so I figured a sound system would be nice for the television (where we only had a sound bar. Maybe more on that debacle later). Pair that with Amazon doing pre-order sales for the new Echo… I got a couple.

And, somehow, I got the AI that was hard of hearing, stubborn, and petulant.

Yesterday, I asked for music and got something I didn’t ask for. She seems to really like Seal, Travis Tritt, and some weird techno rock. These are the go-to plays when I request something– And that something is almost never any of those artists.

The one in the master likes to give me the silent treatment– until I complain online and then she straightens out herself and starts listening.

One annoying thing after the other. Literally, at 928 yesterday morning, I was yelling at her to just “SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO WHAT IM SAYIN”

Grr.

Freakin technology.