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kestrellForget Klingon--I wish I could speak Beep. What is Beep, you ask? It's the mysterious language in which so many appliances speak nowadays. I'm (mostly) over the human anxiety that beeping comes five seconds before exploding, and I'm no longer wary of the newish dishwasher, not that I am really certain what the dishwasher was threatening me with when it beeped at me; perhaps that it would shoot a jet of water at me like a displeased octopus?
A little while ago, I accidentally touched the electronic fly zapper in the kitchen and it beeped at me (twice! the ominous double beep!)and I found myself wondering if it thought I was a giant bug and was calculating how much it should up the voltage.
I'm pretty certain I could kick Alan Arkin's ass, but I am a little worried about the appliances. I comfort myself with the (almost) certainty that the cord for the Roomba isn't long enough to reach the attic. On the other hand, if the house appliances manage to turn my toy Turret, I'm probably doomed.
A little while ago, I accidentally touched the electronic fly zapper in the kitchen and it beeped at me (twice! the ominous double beep!)and I found myself wondering if it thought I was a giant bug and was calculating how much it should up the voltage.
I'm pretty certain I could kick Alan Arkin's ass, but I am a little worried about the appliances. I comfort myself with the (almost) certainty that the cord for the Roomba isn't long enough to reach the attic. On the other hand, if the house appliances manage to turn my toy Turret, I'm probably doomed.
