We’ll Live Like Kings
If there is one thing that more than three decades of life has made indisputably clear for me, it’s this: I don’t want to have to get up. And since I haven’t yet mastered Homer Simpson’s move…
the only rational conclusion is that some sort of ambulatory assistant is essential. However, as previously established, I don’t trust robots, even robot housekeepers.
* An anthropologist sister of mine tells me this is a chimpanzee, and that chimps are apes, not monkeys. This is an important distinction that I definitely care about even a tiny bit, so please feel free to imagine the “The More You Know” rainbow and music in your head. This post already has enough irrelevant graphics.