Apparently all of the puppy smoothies have gotten to Doc Reynolds. He notes some sort of robotic floor cleaner, and says: "The reviews aren't bad, but I'm skeptical. I really want Rosie from The Jetsons."
I mean, Rosie was well-meaning and all, but good grief, dude--she had that horrible, grating Hazel-like voice, and she was all the time having to thwap herself in the head to make herself remember things.
If we're gonna have floor cleaning robots, I want one like Jean Marsh in that cool Twilight Zone episode where they dropped her on that asteroid with the convict guy, or like Ashley Scott in AI.
Then, if the floor didn't get clean, you know, like, who cares?!
Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 2, 2006 12:12 PMThen the floors aren't clean and there's extra laundry because you've been drooling on your shirts.
Our Roomba is little more than a cocktail conversation piece. I wouldn't expect more from a Scooba. Might be fun for the cat.
Or if I lived alone in a nifty studio apartment with glossy hardwood floors ... never mind.
Posted by: Janis at June 2, 2006 12:35 PMOh, come now--I would never drool that much!
(Unless they also knew how to barbecue ribs...)
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 2, 2006 12:38 PM