Monday, November 9, 2009

Automated: The good, the bad, the ugly.

Oh man. Yesterday I felt like I lived in the Jetson household or something. My mother gave me her Roomba Scheduler ™ after I coyly said, "You know...if you ever get tired of that thing..." and the next thing I knew she'd loaded me up with a dusty armful of Roomba equipment and I was on my way. She has an actual human person clean for her (Zoila?) so she didn't need or use the Roomba anymore. Score!

I dusted it off, ordered some new filters and figured out how to program it. There is no sound on earth more joyous than the sound of your robot vacuum cleaner starting up all by itself. It sings a little song! Then, while you laze on the couch watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off, your robotic mollusk just tootles around and does all the housework for you. It's GRAND.

Kenny loves it too but points out that the company that makes Roomba also makes warfare robots for the military, so we should keep a close eye on it in case it decides to turn on us when the man vs robot uprising happens.

I was thinking about naming it Norman. Or maybe Doodlebug. Something like that.


  1. Cami's sending me hers! Maybe we can program ours to talk to each other. On the other hand, that may not be such a great idea. They might rise up and revolt.

  2. Seriously? Because mom said she offered you hers you didn't want it. IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

  3. Must get a roomba. I've heard all kindsa awesomeness about them!

  4. We used to have one but it was crazed. I think it was refurbished, but not well, and all it did was go over the same spots again and again. His name was Tweedledee. He is now residing in a landfill somewhere.

  5. I want a pool boy who vacuums. Too much to ask?

    I don't have a pool, so it's not like vacuuming would be EXTRA work for him.