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 