I’ve been a bit grumpier than normal lately. I think it might have something to do with Roboexotica. You see, while I was in Toronto, writing book reviews, other people were in Vienna, covering a cocktail-robot convention. Yup, cocktail-robots.
It’s actually a good thing that I wasn’t there. I like robots and I love the hootch, but, after watching the videos, I’ve found that the two just don’t mix. Those robots spill a lot of fucking alcohol. I would have gone mad — quite mad, indeed– if I had to watch that much liquor being wasted.
In spite of that the convention’s founder maintains that “The robots shouldn’t be efficient. They shouldn’t behave like they were in a factory, they should be cultured and urbane.”
I’m sympathetic but that’s total bullshit. They have to be both. It’s impossible to be cultured and urbane while you’re spilling a drink. Believe me, I’ve tried. I could even supply female references if any of the said females had of provided me with their phone numbers. But I’ll try again tonight. So I guess the moral of the story is keep trying or something like that. A bird in the hand? Don’t drink and blog?
Hey, you know what some good advice is? That thing about an apple every day.
1 comment
magnus
January 19, 2007 at 6:50 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
thanks for this wonderfully grumpy post!
in fact i wish you had been here to go mad about all the booze spilt – maybe next year?
BTW most bots showing at roboexotica could supply female witnesses (the said females have provided the makers with their phone numbers) for their cultured and urbane behaviour – spilling or no spilling involved!
cheers