I was sort of half-listening to the news while looking at job listings on the Internet, and overheard a report about robots performing surgery. Then I overheard this phrase: "Robo scrub nurse." Boop. Robo Scrub Nurse ready to scrub you. Boop. Beep.
Reading: Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris (This book is pleasant enough, but I'm a little underwhelmed. The way people talk about this guy, I was expecting to have 200 laughgasms per page. What am I missing?)
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I prefer your website to David Sedaris. Not just in terms of entertainment but in terms of existence. I prefer a world in which your website exists and he is dead, to a world without your website but with his life intact.
Agreed.
I've never been all that impressed with the guy. He's kind of funny. That's great. So what.
Additionally, I think the Capital Steps have been lackluster lately. I'm sure it's hard to find something to rhyme with "Schiavo," but "Queef-Largo" is decidedly pedestrian.
The Capital Steps have totally lost their edge. I fondly remember the days when Bill Clinton's cigar and the antics of Judge Ito supplied seconds of jocularity. What happened to the near-smiles, guys? What happened to the near-smiles?
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