Ice cold cat gets red hot poker

Solid.

I have seen the future, and it is ASIMO: Honda's amazing elderly-man like robot. This simulacrum gave a presentation of its high-techery at OSU's theatre yesterday and I had the good fortune to sneak in and behold its miracles. Four xample: the automoton can walk in a circular path (which is apparently hella complex for a soulless device) and it can also walk up and down stairs (surpassing the ED209 of Robocop lore).

So, needless to say, I was both intrigued and unimpressed by the metal beast. I mean, having a walking machine that looks like a little spaceman is not that helpful to a world that needs free oil or weather-resistant housing. But, the fun part is that perhaps in the next 50 years the ASIMO technology will be advanced enough to yield some I-Robotic consequences. Robot butlers (no, not slaves, I never said they'd be slaves) delivering booze to the upper-crust, then being the designated driver while their masters hurl out the side of the Benz. Sounds ideal. Hey, perhaps sexual deviants will molest the robots rather than screwing up the youth of the world. Somehow I doubt it.

On a lighter note - I did an improv show yesterday morning. It went really well despite my group's impudent jam session blasfeeming Got before we took the side. No, God is good and does lots of wonderful things for me and my people. Alexander Graham Bell didn't indtend telemarketers.

I went bar lest night. Discovered that I can't really drink anymore. The whole dynamic has changed. I've become too uptight to release that old world-destroying Monster that lives inside Drunken Mark. Perhaps it's a consequence of growing up. You can't act like a highschooler forever. Well... You can but then you'd get a punitive disease for your crimes against humanity and decorum. Like acid reflux.


Life is an establishment known as a cabaret.

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