Ever had a product that you loved so much you could, completely off-the-cuff, give a three-hour presentation about, followed by an hour of Q&A? Well let me tell you: I do. And I’ll spare you the details. Because, after all, this is about time. My time; your time. Considering a vacuum? Look no further.
Meet Roomba. Meet Little Roomba (actually it’s a Scooba but we lovingly refer to this little doll as LR). These are my best friends. Especially Roomba, although I’ve got to hand it to Little Roomba because she gets BEHIND THE TOILET. Hell yeah.
Oh revered Roombas, basking in sunlight...
I completely, unfailingly, 100 percent love the shit out of them. Period. Obviously I’m not the only one. Have a look at the Georgia Institute of Technology’s Pimp My Roomba study. And then there’s ROOMBA ART! Seriously, check it out.
Yeah, I’ve had to replace a wheel and the motor, but hey, it sure as hell beats manual vacuuming. Manual vacuuming? Blech. Questions? Ask iRobot. They make ‘em. Interestingly, Roomba is an American invention (by MIT robiticists, to be exact), and from what I can tell, the robots aren’t all made in China. Uh, I think.
I would wear a dress for you, Roomba. And that’s saying something.
Ah, the wonders of the International Grocery. It gives me great joy. And a license to thrill.
Spicy cock soup. It’s a steal at $0.79!
An American tradition.
To be continued…
I’m plugging for Instagram here. A brief post because, again, I am short on time and desperately trying to keep doing this regularly with posts that are mildly interesting and possibly informative. I’ll try to not use the F word this time. Anyway, just in case you know nothing about it, Instagram is a photo-sharing social iPhone app. That’s it, in a nutshell. But it’s really so much more than that. For the sake of brevity and in the hope that I will post on the subject again (perhaps with more words), here are but a few edits of a photo that I obsessively worked with until finally choosing one (arguably not the best one, of course).
If you get there, forget the popular page. Its about interaction, art, and community. I really can’t believe I’m saying that but its true. I belong to a community of people I’ve never met but that I like very much. My name is C. I am an Instagram addict.
I don’t believe in censorship. Stop SOPA and PIPA!
Watched a little bit of Star Trek this weekend. Perhaps I was stoned, but I was struck by this profound, perhaps quintessential, Spock quote. From Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (yeah I know, certainly not the best story line but whatever):
Spock’s mom: Spock, does the good of the many out weigh the good of the one?
Spock: I would accept that as an axiom.
He would accept that as an axiom. Now that is fucking hilarious, right? And here is where I should also provide support from McCoy: “Goddammit!”
Ok and now that I’ve looked it up to get it just right, one last quote because this is some funny shit. This is the scene when Kirk, McCoy, and Spock are camping out, just before sleeping and after a round of Row, Row, Row Your Boat:
Kirk: We’re on leave, you can call me Jim.
Kirk: Yes, Spock?
Spock: Life…is not a dream.
Kirk: Go to sleep, Spock.
Shitty iPhone image of the moon and some star, probably Vulcan.
This scares the shit out of me. Yeah, that’s chocolate on her cheek just in case you were wondering.
Ariel, the Little Zombie
So I heard today on NPR that Hostess has filed for bankruptcy, citing, among other things, labor issues. What Ever. They make shit food. SHIT FOOD. I’ve no real accompanying picture, so in the spirit of the vague image associations, or, rather, disassociations, that usually accompany my posts (up to this point anyway), check out this treasure chest. What could be in it? Tune in next month.
Do Not. Seek. The Treasure!
Got home, drank beer, ate supper, watched Looney Tunes. Now what? Read? Write? Instagram? Go to bed?
It's a never ending assault on my intelligence.
Drawing a blank today. It kinda seems like if you have nothing to say, then why say anything at all?
Nevertheless, in support of always saying something, and of said something being completely off subject (of which there never was one to begin with haha), I did just clean up two spilled waters in the course of about a half an hour. At least this isn’t a juice household. I hate juice. Ninety-nine percent of the time it’s just sugar water (don’t quote me on that; there are a shitload of great food blogs that can give you the goods). Why does everyone feed their kids sugar water and then feel good about it? How bizarre. How about some good, old fashioned fruit instead? Juice just really pisses me off! Really. Fuck you, juice.
And yes, I AM the food police. You just wait. I’ve not even begun yet.
I am the eye in the sky, looking at you. I can read your mind.
Apparently I can’t keep a promise to myself (RE: daily blog posts). Luckily I’m pretty flexible and one whose philosophy on rules may or may not be of the concrete variety. Therefore, I am suggesting that I allow myself a pass when it comes to posting on weekends. Thanks me. Love, me.
I’ve only now just realized how awesome Cuties are. Also known as the clementine, or California mandarin, we get them from the west coast this time of year (winter). Oh, yeah, Cuties have a blog, too. There are 40 calories and all your minimum daily Vitamin C in just one of these little babies.