Get This Man Some Therapy!!

I have recently been converted to the religion of the Roomba, as you all may remember. I am still an advocate. Who wouldn't be, to have your house (partially at least) vacuumed when you aren't even home? But this guy is taking it too far.

Yesterday he made arrangements for his 4th roomba and 5th irobot. I make the distinction, as otherwise I might get hurt. So this will bring the grand total to 1 Roomba Sage, 2 Roomba Discoveries, and 1 Roomba Scheduler.

Most of these have been through the lovely medium of E-Bay. There are protestations from the addict that the one purchased yesterday was 'an accident' and that 'E-Bay doesn't like renegers'. But what was it Shakespeare said? I think you know what I mean.

I was tempted last week to get my second, as Woot had the same deal as my original Roomba, only if your order number ended in the same number as the day's Dow Jones index, you got an additional one for free. I managed to realize that, while the Roomba was cool, the real draw for me was the tantalizing possibility of a free one. Two for one! What a deal! This was enough to make me resist the siren's call.

So, soon the addict's house will double its component of Roombas, with nearly one per room. There have been discussions of Roomba Derbies, or of getting the fun skins and making letters to allow random words to form. It makes me quite concerned for his sanity, while coincidentally making me concerned for the water quality in Suffolk.

He also reported that a few days ago he saw his current two robots stuck in one corner, banging into each other.

Accident? .....or mating ritual?

New and Nifty

Ok I am hooked.

LibraryThing is too cool. I don't even dare start on my actual library, but I think I will start tracking what I am reading here. Even the uncool stuff:)

Buttons Buttons Who's Got the Buttons?

After 10 minutes of puttering through the nightstand for the sewing needle, my pants do.

After 10 minutes sewing it back on, the wrong side of the waistband does.

DoH!

Demon Duck of Doom...

... or New Nightmares for Children

'Killer Kangaroo' Evidence Found

The "killer kangaroos" were not like the creatures we know today. Palaeontologists digging in northern Australia have found fossil evidence of several new species - including a "killer kangaroo".

The flesh-eating marsupial would have lived between 10 and 20 million years ago, scientists say.

The research team has also unearthed evidence of a large carnivorous bird dubbed the "demon duck of doom". The dig site in Queensland has yielded remains of at least 20 previously unknown creatures. The team from the University of New South Wales made the discoveries in the Riversleigh fossil fields in the north-west of the state.

Professor Mike Archer said the dig had turned up "truly extraordinary material". He said the killer kangaroos would not have been like the creatures of today. "There were meat-eating kangaroos with long fangs, and galloping kangaroos with long forearms, which could not hop," he told The Australian newspaper. Palaeontologist Sue Hand, who also participated in the dig, told Australian radio that other potentially frightening creatures were unearthed. "Very big birds... More like ducks, earned the name demon ducks of doom, some at least may have been carnivorous," she said.

The team now plans to study the fossils in detail, to see what more they can learn about the species and what effect changing climate had on their development.


Further information at this link.

Addendum

I have to add, the previous post was not directed at anyone.. so please don't think that it is. Just an internal monologue gone awry.

Nothing to see here folks, move along.

Try to act as if you aren't scary and damaged.

The blog title is shamelessly stolen from Grey's Anatomy

I imagine blogging can be good therapy. You write up whatever is bothering you, and send it off into nowhere, imagining that few people will read what you have written, if any do, and that your need to express yourself in however ridiculous a fashion has been successful without fear of embarassment, or overwrought emotion, or worry about how the recipient of such largesse might react to your personal damage.

My mother told me last Thursday that she thought I ought to see someone for therapy, at least to discuss my impending divorce. I told her I had been thinking about it, but hadn't decided one way or the other yet. I have been thinking about it, but I really only see it going that far. Thinking. I hate talking about emotional or personal issues with a stranger. I don't even like to do it with people I care about. It sort of dribbles out like the last bits of water from a hose. Almost in spite of myself at times. Unhealthy, I expect, but I much prefer to internalize things.

So back to the blog- here's to hoping that among the ridiculous news items and the snarkiness, I can let some of that inner fog out sometimes. A friend recently encouraged me to not be quite so vague. All I can say is, I will try.