for PD
PD, I have donned my robot suit & am coming to free you. If you click on the picture, you will see a live video of my progress.
posted by sloth @ 4:48 PM
56 comments
Monday, July 31, 2006
PD, I have donned my robot suit & am coming to free you. If you click on the picture, you will see a live video of my progress.
56 Comments:
OMG! But can it open up a can and drink from it?? Huh? This is so incredible, I was hypnotized watching it. And at the end when you see the viewpoint of the bot...now you see what I see.
Anyway, I must borrow for my trip to Tokyo.
Slothy, make sure you activate the shooting arm in the event of extreme distress (that's what this robot would do).
the question is: can this guy open full-size miller lites?
Only the Tall Boys, Dubzy.
neat. what does he do with the caps?
They get recycled as ammo for the shooting arm, of course.
I feel that I understand you more fully now, Peeds. And it's a beautiful thing.
I'm glad the camera did not pan too far down...on the innards I mean. That woulda been ugly.
no one should ever see robot innards. too techie.
Sitting here in the robot seat, I guess technically I AM "innards," but I prefer to go by "guts" or the more formal "entrails."
Well, you'll be the prettiest innards we ever did see now.
T minus 15 minutes and counting...
shux, peeds. them's just the oxy goggles talkin'.
i like innards. sounds southern.
sloth, try not to wobble the robot. i noticed in the video that he was a little tipsy. is it a 5-speed or an automatic? also don't ride the brake like an old lady.
sorry, dubz. Not used to a standard. I am getting the hang of it, and am almost ready to go crush trees and cars with my giant robot feet, now.
yeah, southern: Leonyrd's Innards.
ow, sorry.
lynryds innyrds.
lynyrd's ynyrds
Slothy...you must crush the Manhattan Mall and their innards nwhatnot.
later!
Time to JET!
with the wind in your hair of a thousand laces.
please stomp out the sun, sloth-bot. it's too HOT.
Anything for you, hotzy. I am stepping into my asbestos shoes right now. Prepare for the big snuff-out.
Oh Slothmaton, what a wonderful poem in your last post! I am printing out a copy to laminate, frame, and study to prepare myself for combat (unacknowledged, of course) with my own parental units.
By the way, I have a giant crush on that robot; he reminds me of many of the men I've been involved with. Is he single? Straight?
JD, you know that post was secretly dedicated to you. I was just too shy to spell it out.
Robot is single and straight, JD. He knows how to show a lady a good time, and transportation is never an issue. And that shooting arm... well, he knows how to use it, if you catch my meaning.
Hi Sloths, I love this robot a lot.
thats all. Just hi and hearts.
Robot is firing a big barrage of hearts right back at you, corns.
I'm thinking The Robot can accompany Flavor Flav and Paris Hilton into the war zones of the world as part of my proposed Opperation Now What?
I have one of these robots that I use to get served quickly at Whole Foods, the DMV and the post office.
JD, I am a member of Hot Bot-Buddies, an internet dating service. Bots are the best mates. Kind, generous, funny without even trying and strong. hotbotbuds.com
Wow, PD, those fellas on hotbotbuds.com are real IRON MEN! The site is kinda nuts, though; made me want to bolt.
Oh JD, you don't know! It is quite an experience curling up to one of them at night. AND they always serve you breakfast in bed on one of their built-in trays.
i like spooning with mine, but the metallic taste can be offputting.
y'know, bots are hot, but there are drawbacks; heavy petting is like getting a mammogram.
yeah. bots really get "turned on" if you catch my drift.
My bot-buddy (shhhh!) has a mini-fridge full of liquor, fresh fruit and blender. I have also noticed that is important to keep him well oiled.
Dubz, I know what you mean about the metallic taste; even Listerine can't hide it. The best thing about having a Botfriend, though, are the romantic walks across and through the East river: I perch in his little top compartment, and all need for the F train is avoided. He's air-conditioned, too.
a hard man is good to find, JD...
my bot always wants me to screw him and touch his nutz though. gets tedius after a while.
dubzy! grease just shot out of my robot's nose. you guys are cracking me up way hard today.
My botfriend shoots down my enemies upon command. How cool is that?
my bot can go all night.
Pesto just shot out of my nose, Sloth. Thanks to all for much wit!
Now lemme go clean up.
Pesto? Isn't that your cat's name, JD?
PD, my cat is called Noche. Pesto was dinner. it all gets very confusing.
Reheated pesto sucks, by the way.
This weather is scaring me. Global warming is HERE. Poor earth!!!!
I know, JD. Hang in there: the scorchy times they're coming to an end, as of tomorry.
My coping mechanism has been to pretend I'm at the sauna. It worked for like 20 seconds. Maybe it would work better if I wore a towel around my waist and sniffed spruce chips.
Personal cooling system = Dry ice enema.
Only one day back at my own precious beige, and I'm already all bitter and ugly.
it's only because of the injustice, jd, and also the insult of it all... a wrongness perpetrated by an unfair world. you must be feeling rollycoasterish with the work/not-work cycle. my rolllycoaster has smaller humps, closer together. Makes the teeth hurt.
sloth, i believe my lil' boss discovered my blog today. will i be fired? I did not voluntarily offer the blog address to anyone besides a few trusted ones. paranoia. anyway, I am spazzing out a bit. deleting a few comments and posts, but also, strangely, leaving a lot up that I should take down in all logicness. but i sort of don't care if this person knows that I am unhappy at job. i mean, she spied on my blog andlooked it up, right? it's crazy. i wonder what will happen. arthur says nothing. i don't ever name names.... sorry to ramble. i've been freaking out a bit here and he is sick of listening to me.
most likely nothing will happen. I should just forget about it. right? keep the posts in check about beige for awhile till it blows over?
sorry to commandeer your blog.
FB, you are to remain calm; your blog = personal expression, free & protected speech, & not a fire-able offense. (Although losing job & collecting unemployment was just about the best thing that ever happened to lil slothy a few years back...)
Peeps at my beige found my blog a long time ago. There was a moment of curiosity, but they never check it anymore. This is the most likely scenario for you as well, I am thinking.
pee and ess, you might want to remove my last comment on your blog, since it refers negatively and scatalogically to a certain upper-management phenomenon... sorrs. Didn't know.
yes, it will probably just blow over, but I refer directly to this person at beige in unfavorable tones - in a mean way I guess, and I do feel a little bad about that. but the blog is fiction and hyperbole too - just letting off steam. yikes. I took those posts away.
legallly there is nothing. but it might not help my 'standing' there. like i have any anyway. i wish my nervous stomach would chill out. no sleep well.
thank you for listening.
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