Talking watches.

Feb 1, 2010 | Uncategorized | 5 comments

I really hate talking watches with a passion.
Their evil! Their horrible! Their the embodyment of everything that is evil in the world.

Why? Well, I’ll tell you.

  • Their loud.
    Imagine this. Your sitting in a quiet office. people are typing on their computers around you and you want to find out what time it is. This booming voice shatters the silence by screaming out: “THE TIME IS NOW 6:15 PM!!!!!!!!!” Everyone in the office turns and gasps at this distraction and you go bright red with shame as a result.
  • They talk too slowly.
    You need to know what time it is and you need to know now! You press the button and in it’s booming voice, it screams in the slowest voice ever, “THE TIME IS NOW 6:15 PM!!!!!!!!” All you need to know in a hurry was that it was a quarter past 6, but by the time it’s finished, it’s now twenty past! Ok. that’s a huge exageration but you know what I mean.
  • Their big and clunky.
    A talking watch on your arm is like having a huge sign on you saying to people, hay! I’m blind! and I love my talking watch! Listen to it roar!

OK. right. so my hate of talking watches is now known. People, please buy a braille watch. Their much better!

5 Comments

  1. Sean

    I sympathise with you. I’d owned several tactile watches, and without fail most of them had come to a sticky end, usually some considerable time before I wanted to know the actual time of day. Luckily, my fiancee spent some decent cash on a proper one for my birthday a few years back and i have not looked back since .

    On the flip side, I did use a talking one for those times my tactiles were inoperative – which happened a lot in my youth. you do have to get a finger in the works to read them, and even when closed, i’d found that other things were also interested in getting into them. But I digress… When I bought a talking watch, I looked for a small size, a quiet voice, and a lack of features. I didn’t want a calendar, stopwatch, timer nor a rooster upon my wrist. I was lucky to find a very small, very dainty thing (which was almost quite feminine in outline). Suitable pressure upon the surface made it mutter the time into my wrist, thus avoiding alerting half the room.

    Nowadays, I have my /tactile watch (I hesitate to call them Braille as they don’t actually use any). I don’t think I could go back, even were my old talking one still in existence. My phone and computer serve for those times I have a gadget in my hands: but yea, verily, nothing screams blindness like a voluble, shrieking timepiece.

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