Fresh back from the Thanksgiving holiday, I wish I had something thankful to report, but sadly I bring you only..
KILLER ROBOT RAMPAGE! (Not to be confused with the band of the same name.)
Thanks to Macworld’s Peter Cohen for the tip. There’s a guy who’s got the proper level of concern about robots sneaking into his house at night, knocking the furniture over and stealing his liver.
I don’t know what robots would do with a human liver. Possibly put it in some hideous killer cyborg, possibly just stick it in a jar of formaldehyde and put it up high on a shelf in their basement and forget about it until about ten years later when they went down there to find some carpet tacks and see it and say “Oh, there’s that human liver! Hey, Theo! Remember when I was looking all over for that human liver a couple of years ago?! Ha-ha! Ahhh… Biddy-biddy.”
Either way, pretty gruesome. One of your major organs roaming a post-apocalyptic landscape in a destructive metal behemoth or having it spend eternity next to Twiki’s washers.
Although the latter’s clearly worse. I mean… Twiki for Christ’s sake. How humiliating.
Anyway, here’s hoping your Thanksgiving holiday wasn’t filled will Ballmer-esque automatons tossing chairs and shouting “Developers! Developers! Developers!” and sweating all over the place.
Kind of makes your drunk uncle Rudy’s antics look tame, don’t it?