A Random Update (Of Randomness)

I know I’ve been neglecting this thing lately. Honestly, there are some days where I just don’t care about it, and still other days when I’m thinking that the three people that might still check this don’t really mind me being lazy. It’s not that I’ve been being lazy though; I have been riding bikes a ton and keeping busy with a heck of a whole lot of writing at my job.

The bike riding, well, it’s just been really really warm out for most of the fall, and even though it’s now the end of November, it’s still warm enough to ride outside almost every day. So my thinking here was pretty self explanatory: ride now, waste time writing at night when it’s 25 degrees outside. And as for the daytime writing, well, head over to ESPN BMX to catch up with that.

I also caught a bit of the Twitter bug. I know, stupid name, but still slightly amusing from time to time. I’m not updating it every two seconds with what’s on my plate to eat, but I’ve been into it a little more than I had been. Mainly because I get to see what Weird Al Yankovic and Tracy Morgan are eating every day.

And then there is Goose the cat. He had a run-in with the neighbor’s dog, and even though he lost a claw and got a pretty mean puncture in his belly, he’s just about made a full recovery. He’s still on antibiotics twice a day (and hating me for having to give them to him), but I’m happy to say he’s back to his normal sleeping self. He was kind enough to catch up with me for his on-camera appearance since the dog bite incident. Check that below.

Goose Interview from briantunney on Vimeo.

And finally, I guess this wouldn’t be complete without some sorta list about what’s been awesome on my iPod lately.

The new Russian Circles is awesome, as is the new Pelican. And live-wise, I think the Trap Them, Narrows, Cave In show from last week might’ve been my favorite show of the year. (Aside from any Heather Duby show this year.) If you haven’t already, please do yourself a favor and go buy the Narrows album ‘New Distances.’ It’s been out for a few months already, but it’s still straight up awesome.

Time for the season finale of Curb Your Enthusiasm now. I hope it doesn’t disappoint too much.

More Robots Now!

I’ve got a bone to pick with science.

Robots.

Or better yet, the lack of robots. Specifically in my house. The kind that clean up without me telling them to, talk to me when I’m bored and maybe even warn me when I’m about to be in danger.

Right now, all we have are a few computers, a TV, some iPods, a refrigerator, a microwave, a Mr. Coffee machine, a vacuum and some ceiling fans. None of which are intelligent, make any effort to look even slightly human, clean up when they know the house is dirty, or co-pilot the car.

In fact, the closest I’ve come to owning a robot was buying one of those cat litter boxes that senses when the cat does their business, then scoops the business out of the box and into a receptacle. Granted, that would be a sweet robot to have in our home, but at the same time, it was expensive. And it wouldn’t talk to me. And it would never let me hide secret plans to destroy space stations inside of it. (Unless I hid those plans in my cat’s business.)

But I’m getting off the subject. Besides, I have no plans to destroy any space stations. (Not yet at least.) But it’s almost 2010. And all signs in 1985 pointed to a world inhabited and made easier by the existence of robots in 2010. Sadly, the only robots I’ve come into contact with are of the vacuum persuasion. I will go out on a limb and call that progress, but I will also say that I expected some type of affordable butler-type robot at this point. And then I will make the obvious joke: Robot vacuums suck as friends.

Back when I was 11 years old, I used to think, “Just get to 30, then you can give up on all the nonsense in life, like cleaning the house, doing laundry, driving the car, or understanding the binary language of moisture vaporators. Just let the robots take care of it.” But here I am, five years past that cut-off mark, still cleaning, still laundering, still driving and still struggling to understand the binary language of moisture vaporators.

So my question is, what happened science? Were you scared? Are awesome robots too expensive? Or is there an aversion to combining letters, numbers and dashes into a quirky name? Cause if so, I mean, I can just call my new robot ‘Bill.’

Bill would get treated real well. We have an extra room he could power down in. And there is a wealth of outlets he recharge on. And there are no jawas in my neighborhood to be found at all. Bill would like it here, stiffly walking around in his silver exterior, cleaning the toilet when it warranted, and telling me tales of far-off space battles when I couldn’t fall asleep.

It’s like I was saying: science needs to step up and get everyone their own Bill. And if they ever do, Bill the robot will always has a home with me.