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A Piece-By-Piece Guide to the Most Advanced Bots
XopherMV cuts-and-pastes from Wired: "In an article from Wired, 'Consider the progress of just the past 15 years. There are now robots that can get around on two legs, participate in simple conversations, and manipulate objects in rudimentary ways. Of course, we don't yet have a bot that can navigate downtown Manhattan, tie its shoelaces, or even tell a chair from a desk. MIT's Cynthia Breazeal holds out hope that within five years, robots will cross a critical threshold, becoming partners rather than tools - in other words, we'll have friends, not appliances.'" Reader ptorrone adds: "In Los Angeles, CA at the Century Plaza Hotel for the 4Site conference, our favorite robot vacuum/military supplier, iRobot, showed off the tactical mobile robot! The 'Tactical mobile Robot' has its own brochure and site: www.packbot.com. The rad thing about this platform is its skateboard design, where it appears to support various plug-in modules. Here are some photos of the packbot!"
Mr. Microphone ... I don't know, pigs? Popeil has cured baldness with hair in a spray can. And in 1979, he cured the common zit. As part of a program to teach mathematics, science and grammar, we were forced to take health class in high school. Part of that instruction concerned skin care. Rather than bore you with detail, I'll summarize the conclusion. I quote, "Douche bag, you're NEVER gonna get laid with a zit on your face." This was not well recieved as I was the Fry Guy at Wendy's Old Fashioned Hamburgers. Enter Ron Popeil.
Ron Popeil has "invented" a lot of shit for your kitchen. His company markets a small rotisserie oven for that white trash buffet taste in your very own home. He sells a dehydrator for ridding food of that pesky moisture and a sausage maker for people with their own
In 1979, Popeil's company, Ronco, marketed a product named Mr. Microphone. This name was chosen over Mr. Douchebag, since it was a microphone and not a feminine hygiene system. Mr. Microphone plugged into a common radio and turned a common schmo into a sex magnate. As the commercial demonstrated, getting laid was as simple as cruising the street and dictating your intentions to hapless pedestrians. "Hey, good-looking, we'll be back to pick you up later!" Ah, yeah. Chicks dig assertiveness. Zit, schmit. Mr. Microphone was the ticket to a bedroom full of many beautiful ladies.
Skeptics may doubt the effectiveness of Mr. Microphone as a cure for common acne. But I can attest to the fact that I never had a Mr. Microphone yet my bedroom was never filled with many beautiful ladies. Coincidence? I don't think so.
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Bart: Don't worry Knock-a-homer, I studied their robot and disoverd one weak spot(sees robot getting spike plate)Uh-oh, now he's weak spot is his strogest point.
Homer: (in robot) OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Bart: that noise sounded almost human.
Homer: (in robot)THE HELL IT DID!!
dildos count as appliances?
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