Today is a BIG DEAL.
My first guest blogger! Ricky Anderson is funny. No, not funny, really REALLY funny. Still not enough. He is super really funny. Nope. Hilarious. Yes, hilarious. See for yourself over at his blog www.rickyanderson.net or on twitter @Arthur2Sheds or why not both?
Ricky is not nearly the procrastinator he makes himself out to be. Thought I’d have a lot of nagging ahead of me, but he got this post done in a timely manner. Ricky, you ARE special. Well done, Ricky’s mom.
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It’s time we talked about it.
Everyone’s been thinking it for years, but until now it’s been the topic nobody wanted to bring up.
Robots.
You’ve failed us, Science. You pretend to know everything, what with your Mars rovers and particle destroyers and anti-aging creams.
But the truth is – you’re stuck. You promised us robots. From The Jetsons to I, Robot to The Matrix, you’ve been making us promises for years. And yet the only robot I have access to is a Roomba.
Seriously? A vacuum cleaner. How exciting. I guess it beats a colon cleaner.
We interrupt this post for a message from Ricky’s agent, Ricky (no relation).
I would like to apologize for this post. It was written in a sleep-deprived haze, fueled entirely by caffeine. Ricky has strong opinions on the subject of robots. However, his boss needed him to do some database fiddling, so he had to leave this post incomplete…
…JUST LIKE SCIENCE AND THE ROBOTS.
Note from Ricky’s agent, Ricky’s agent, Ricky (some relation, but we don’t talk about that side of the family since the Thanksgiving incident):
Oh, sorry. I just remembered that Jan asked me (Ricky, not Ricky or Ricky) to write about being a teacher’s kid.
My mom was a teacher. A fantastic and real good awesome one.
And clearly she made me special.
So take note, Science…and go make me a special robot!
Tough Bananas 
Lack of flying cars…..no hoverboards. At this point I’m setting my sights on the beer in cardboard cartons like in the movie Armageddon. I don’t even drink, but that’s what I have to look forward to with realistic expectations.
Or a “dislike” button on Facebook.
Flying cars are a bucket list item for me. I’ve never actually made that list, so I guess they’re the only thing on it. I don’t ask for much.
It has been 27 years and I’m still waiting for a Johnny 5.
I guess technically we got it (Facetime, etc.) but the video phone on the Jetsons is way cooler. Still waiting on that, too.
I’d even settle for a Johnny 1 at this point.
I’m waiting for the bed that makes itself.
I would love to see the monkeys that can purportedly write Shakespeare… Oh, wait, this is about robots.
I want… A self-cleaning Internet. Is that too much to ask for?
No. No, it is not.
Haha! Did you ever see that movie Idiocracy? It’s about society getting dumber and dumber in the future rather than smarter. There’s a bit where the narrator talks about all the things that we were promised but that never were. I mean really, there should have been affordable flying cars by now at least!
Is that the one where they water their crops with Gatorade. Then, yes, I admit I saw it.
That’s the one. And as long as admitting is being done, I’ll admit that I own it and have seen it quite a few times. It’s pretty low brow to be sure, but it’s kind of a fun flick to watch when I want a bit of totally – totally – mindless entertainment.
I can’t disagree (well, except the owning part).
I liked that movie just a bit more than I should admit to.
Me too, obviously. 🙂