Farewell My New Robot Friends [By Becca]

Unfortunately my time here as come to an end and I have to return to my regular blog.

I learned a lot about myself in writing about robots; I laughed, I reminisced, I probably even cried at one point.  Thanks for letting me take over Tony!

Oh, and those Pac-man robots are so cool! I wonder if I could get one to chase my nephews around the house and tell them the robot is going to gnaw off their legs if they don't move fast enough?

A Different Kind of Manventure [By Becca]

I had the best of intentions in going on a wild and crazy Becca-style Manventure this week but due to unforeseen circumstances and straight up awful planning on my part, I unfortunately won't have time for such shenanigans.

But fear not loyal readers, I will dig through my mental vault and share with you an old-school, Manventurish tale:

This past July, my friend, AllOneWord and I went to a baby shower.  For those of you lucky enough to never have suffered through a baby shower, they are hell but in shades of pastel and with cake.

From the get-go, the day was bound to be a disaster.  We stopped at the Dunkin' Donuts drive-through where AllOneWord somehow misjudged the distance between the drive-through window and her window.

She smashed her iced coffee against the roof of the car and screamed, "Oh My God! I can't do this!" Being the supportive friend I am, I broke down in a giggle fit complete with tears, as did the girl working the drive- through.

Our pregnant buddy neglected to put a street address on the invitation so we spent most of the afternoon driving around Troy, guessing where the Elks Club was.  As it turns out, my GPS Seamus (named by AllOneWord for the disembodied navigator's Irish accent) is only useful if you know where you're supposed to end up.

Poor Seamus. He's not really a lying, sleazy ho though AllOneWord and I called him much worse as he lead us everywhere but the Elks Club.

While making haphazard guesses as to where the Elks Club was, AllOneWord noticed a huge spider on the inside of her windshield. After a brief stream of curses, she whipped off her flip-flop and smashed the spider.

There was a window of time where I pictured us veering off the road and to a fiery death because of the damn spider, but AllOneWord didn't so much as swerve as she savagely murdered the vicious, eight-legged beast.

Somehow, we found the Elks Club and stumbled into the baby shower an hour late.  Our glowing, knocked-up friend had saved two seats for us at the head table, which is always right where you want to be when you show up late.

"Fighting" Robots [By Becca]

So, um, it looks pretty awkward when Rock Em Sock Em Robots do more than just punch each other in the face.

As long as they love each it's ok.

Robot Pins [By Becca]

I was so enamored by these robot shoes that it sparked my curiosity about what other awesome robot products are available.  I had no idea there was such a large market for robot pins.  I think they'd go nicely with the robot shoes.

Now that I've accessorized the spiffy robot shoes, there's a good chance Tony will change his password and ban me from his blog...but it will be worth it because that's a damn cute robot if ever I've seen one. 

Roundin' Up The Robots [By Becca]

The only thing I ever built with Legos were lopsided houses and huge walls that looked like, well, huge walls made out of Legos.  These kids are infinitely cooler and way smarter than I ever was.

A green robot sounds like an oxymoron to me but here's a robot made out of recycled type-writer parts, and his scared yet ridiculously awesome cat.  The last picture seems to be of a creepy, pedophile robot exposing himself in a futuristic park to other young robots, but I think it's up for interpretation.

"What Dr. Hall is advocating is a future in which we let robots handle whatever load they can, freeing up the rest of us to live more leisurely."
Isn't that why we have child-labor and illegal immigrants? What will become of them, Dr. Hall, you lazy, selfish sleaze?

Sweet. Literally -- they're robot cupcakes with frosting and Twizzlers and marshmallows and pretzels and I'm now starving, damn cupcakes.

I might of gotten a little teary when I saw this. I used to try to steal my older brother's My Pal 2 on a regular basis but it's hard to hide a talking, barking robot when you're a foot and a half tall.

A Robotic Introduction [By Becca]

Hey, I'm Becca and I'll be taking over Tony's blog this week. I have to confess robots and technology are not usually my thing, but this week I will be all about them, so be patient with me as I delve into Tony's world! 

My usual blog is about my job as a waitress and waitressing can feel pretty robotic at times; I'm conditioned to say "Hi! How are you?" when I hear a door open, for example.  And adding some sick robots to my restaurant, or even just a robotic third arm, would make my job a whole lot easier.

I'm excited to increase my robot knowledge and I hope to do justice to Tony's awesome blog!

Leaving On A Jetpack

I'm going to fight alien invaders for the rest of the week over at Dana C.'s blog Mundane Mischief.

Becca F., mastermind behind Waiting on Wisdom, will take the reigns for the rest of the week as second in command. Wish her luck! (She needs it).