I bring de robots, de robots bring doom

If/when robots and computers take over the world, what will they do with us obsolete piles of flesh?

In other news, I had a great birthday on Sunday and raucus* drinks on Saturday night.

Went cheap suit shopping today, so I can look all spiffy when I go to Canberra and hob-nob with dignitaries. Also for when I have real job, which, depending on your definition of ‘real job’, is either very soon or a long way off. I now have a dark suit, a cool tie with elephants on it, a black shirt (for looking badass) and, what every wardrobe needs; black velvet jeans.

*Slight exaggeration. We weren’t kicked out of anywhere, weren’t asked to stop shouting and didn’t get into any fights. Never do, but hey. The point is that fun was had.

2 thoughts on “I bring de robots, de robots bring doom

  1. Loving the human swap-meat. Futurama-esque, which is never a bad thing.

    Also, it’s probably best there aren’t any fights anyway. Remember Pat saying he’s accidentally broken bones more than once during fights? No one wants that.

  2. Thank you.
    I seem to remember it may have been ribs, but that sounds wrong. Maybe arm or collarbone. I\’ve only broken my own bones, which has less guilt attached, but more pain.

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