And I’m not talking about my brother and my sister-in-law. They’re quite animated. I'm talking about real I'm-made-of-metal-push-this-button-to-hear-me-talk-I-can-destroy-you-with-a-single-laser full-on robots. I'm literally surrounded by them. And Will Smith is nowhere to be found.
But I don't think Mr. Smith's services will be needed this time around. I'm pretty sure they're not aiming for global domination. Or even Burbank domination. They belong to my sister-in-law Heidi and are occupying the guest room where I'm staying this summer. Each robot in the room has a different task to carry out. One holds my Kleenex Box; two of them tell me what time it is; two keep the bed warm while I’m away all day; four see me off each morning as I leave; and twenty-seven watch over me as I sleep.
All in all I feel pretty secure sleeping amidst this robotic bunch. However, should things get ugly, I feel a little better knowing that on the bookshelf, nestled between Bukowski and Chabon, is the manual How to Survive a Robot Uprising. So yeah, I'm all set.
Today's thoughts while in traffic: Blue is just about the worst color for a Smurf. When you live in the woods and are only 3 apples high, being the color of a blueberry isn’t going to protect you from much. Especially not birds...who like blueberries. Had smurfs been green or brown or some kind of fungus-y color, they probably wouldn't be extinct right now. On the other hand, if Smurfs weren't blue, would they be Smurfs at all?
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