Tim somehow finagled invitations to Google Voice, one of which he sent to me. I set it up on my cell phone, and now all of my voicemails are transcribed and sent to me via text message and email. Google’s voice recognition software must be a little stupid (or maybe it’s the bad cell phone sound quality), as you’ll see from the following transcribed voicemails:
Did day and to find out if you saw the ground hog shadow give me a call when you get a chance you got my view.
Hey go pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up the got back itself.
And this one’s my favorite:
This is very any other long Gloria, My name is Trudy, an appetizer juices.
I need to get more friends, so more people will call me, and I’ll get more crazy messages from the droid minds over at Google.
I think the comedic results of this app alone would be the only reason i would acquire this thing. Call me with the message, ‘elaphant shoe, big apples!’