i want an aibo.
helen bought me a roomba for christmas. (i'd wanted one forever.) i named it roomba. it didn't get much use at first because of the christmas lights i'd laid down along the length of the entryway. roomba always went right for those strings of lights, and i hated extracting the resulting mess from its rollers.
so: changed the old lights for new ones along the top of the wall. roomba could get back to work. except for the noise, having a little robot servant to do my bidding is mighty. i like it.
i want more.
i've been hanging around this place lately. it's bad when i join a forum. i only lurked on the music boards before i bought charlotte.
Ooh, I want a roomba! That is so cool. Mmm, robots.
xoxo
Anna
does it freak the cats out? i always imagined getting one and then having it chase the cats around the apartment like a rabid ferret.
heh. the ladies do give roomba a wide berth, but stanley barely seems to notice any more unless its coming right for him. i caught him once sitting in the middle of the floor when roomba came by; he just sort of lazily stretched out his neck to sniff the vacuum as it passed. he's a casual fucker, that one...
and i confess that part of me likes the cats a little freaked out. some days, after a long stretch at work, it can be a bit much to have them all converge on me at once.