As I sit here this morning working on my day job, my bread machine is in the kitchen making me lunch. Home robots = cool.
As I sit here this morning working on my day job, I am in my pajamas, tucked up on the couch under a throw sent to me by a friend who I only met because we were involved in an internet workshop together. That's like three for the price of one, really.
I am so buying a roomba the next time I sell a book. The cat needs the competition. Also, see above, home robots. And sweeping is no fun, anyway.
Much knowledge is contained in either Google or Livejournal.
No matter what I say or think, if I happen to express it in my blog, thousands of people the world around can either tell me how wrongheaded I am or offer unsolicited advice. Or both.
Flying cars.Since 1927, baby. In fact, it's a flying boat/car: Bucky did the future one better. I don't wanna hear any more bitching just because you capitalists couldn't drum up support for the damned thing.
The absolutely unparalleled access to pr0n. Nancy Friday, eat your heart out.