Do My Bidding Robot Minion

Growing up, I loved the idea of robots. I had visions of programmable automatons fetching me glasses of Kool Aide and picking up my room while I sat back playing Nintendo. I even had a "robot" of my very own at one point, but it feel far short of my expectations being more of a toy than a mechanical servant.

For my birthday this year, my Mother In-Law gave the gift that keeps on giving. OK, Roomba won't fetch me a beer from the fridge, but it will vacuum the apartment for me while I sit back and watch football.

OK, I know what you're thinking. Isn't a vacuum cleaner a bit domestic for a birthday present? Well, a vacuum cleaner would be, but I Roomba's more of a robot minion than a vacuum cleaner. I can set it in the middle of the floor, push the clean button, and let Roomba go about its business while I watch the football game. Of course, I also spend a lot of time watching Roomba go about its chore. It's surprising how well Roomba navigates obstacles and it's fun watching Roomba work its way into and out of tight confines (such as the underneath the piano bench in our bedroom).


Now we just need a robot that will do our dishes for us and we'll be set for finals this year.