The nTag…
Finally, a socially acceptable reason to stare at the chests of all the women you meet! Just what guys at conventions need.
Its just another electric fork*.
*useless object
Interesting how the first thing that came to your mind was that it’s a good excuse for staring at chests. The first thing that came to my mind was that you knew a guy invented it because it demonstrated a lack of social skills and (lack of) ability to ‘break the ice’ without first being able to know that it’s a “safe bet”.
To be honest, I’m almost a little insulted. Then again, I’m not a breast guy, so I guess I wouldn’tve thought of something like this that way.
Won’t a sign that big hide the cleaveage and most of the boobie anyway?
Bah. I don’t need a socially acceptable reason.
She says ‘Is there a problem?’
or
‘Ahem’
or
‘My eyes are up here’
I respond
‘Yes, these x-ray specs don’t seem to be working. Would you be so kind as to remove that pesky fabric obstructing my view?’
or
‘Aoooga! Honk! Honk!’
or
‘Yes, but I’ve had much worse responses when I begin groping the eyes of strange women.’
“Hi, jane. I love fucking!”
And the proof for me that a guy invented it is that it requires a power source. And a nerdy guy because it requires a computer.
Am I being wooshed? 'Twas just a little (mundane, pointless) joke about an unusual invention. With all the TMI in this forum about “women are like this” and “men are like that”, you object to this?
It wasn’t the first thing that came to my mind. The first thing that came to my mind was how you could hack them to cause mayhem. 
4 inches by 3 inches hides a boobie? Not my ladies (sigh, not bragging, just the facts).
I think it’s stupid… but then again I regularly embarrass my best friend when we’re in line at a restaurant or store by talking to other people in line. Who needs a conversation starter? What my friends need (being around me) is a conversation stopper.
Although, I must confess if I saw another person wlaking around with a sign that said “Hi, Jane. I like neo-classical Italian film theory too!” I’d be pretty impressed!
Seriously though, unless the parameters of the gizmo are exceptionally narrow, I can’t imagine that it would work well. Take five of my friends and ask: “What’s you’re favourite dessert?” the answers are going to be wildly different. So different that the “Hi, Jane” scenario probably wouldn’t work.
And starting a conversation based on the commonality that we both like strawberry ice cream would be so tremendously lame… I’d probably start daydreaming about the thrill of neo-classical Italian film theory.
No one seems to have mentioned the most disturbing part: the device tracks whom you interacted with at the event, so your bosses (or whoever paid to send you to the conference) can tell if you ‘networked’ enough or if you only talked to people you already know. That’s a little too Big Brother for my tastes.
There wasn’t quite the right smiley to get across that I wasn’t really offended. That, and it was really, really late. 
Hmmm…well, I suppose it could work better than the handkerchief code…
Hardly new, we did this in Markeyibg class, except the note was pin on our backs.
You don’t mind if I attatch mine to my belt buckle?
I prefer snap bracelets, myself.
I think they should just embrace this technology, and take it one step further in the realm of dating/relationships. You could download your entire dating history into the device, and then when the devices communicate, instead of looking at “I like Strawberry shortcake too!” they should say things like:
“Hi Jane, I date clingy women with low self esteem!”
“Hello Dave, I only date men who I can control!”
“Hello…you…I don’t date, but I’m up for a fun, no-strings attached night!”
“Hi there, I don’t like you now, but if you stick around until last call, I’ll go home with you!”
That way, you just go to a bar, hang out with your friends, and wait for the little device to get past the formalities.
I thought it was invented by a man because the suggested conversation opener was “who I rooted for in the world series”.
In fact, there are so many reasons to think that it was…
And the note usually said, “Kick me!!”