We’ve all seen those pricey robot vacuums in stores. These amazing little robots save me from my own laziness by cleaning my house for me. They navigate around by bumping into furniture trying in vain to earn the 500 clams you shelled out for it. For half as much I could hire a chimpanzee or a herd of girl scouts to push a Hoover around the house randomly. Eventually, they’d spell out Shakespeare in the carpet.
Change of subject. My desk. It’s full of dust and crumbs from all the cookies I bought instead of a vacuum. Robotics, once again, comes to my rescue. This feisty little fellow hungrily sucks up all my crumbs, dust bunnies, and other desktop filth. He’s a steal at twenty bucks, and unlike most robots, he won’t try to kill you in your sleep. (He’s a conscientious objector.)
