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Name my robot

Still no flying cars, but the Jetsons world is starting to come through at BigAss HQ with the arrival of the Roomba robotic vaccum cleaner.

I got a Roomba Scheduler for Christmas from mom and dad and have had a few opportunities to put it through its paces.

It's cleaned the living room and dining room a few times, and does a decent job. It chokes on cords if they're in the way, and wedges itself helplessly under the coffee table from time to time, but that's half the fun.

It's not a hands-off toy. It demands cleaning after use. Emptying the dustbin is just part of the maintenance. It takes a bit more work to take the roller and brush out and give them a thorough cleaning. But that's, again, part of the fun. It's satisfying dirty work, like popping a boil, or cleaning the wax out of your ears, or a good puke after drinking too much.

Yesterday I cleared the clutter from the master bedroom and sent it on a mission to clean where the regular vacuum won't go -- under the bed, under the dressers and so on.

The Roomba spent an hour or so bouncing around the bedroom while I cleaned the litterbox. I cleaned the machine's guts afterward and ended up with a huge pile of cat hair, lint and detritus. After recharging, I sent 'im back for another mission. Another pile of stuff. This beast really cleans up.

The problem is ... he (she?) doesn't have a name.

Given that our household has two kitties named "Kitty", and Amanda's DS Nintendog puppy is named "puppy", there's a solid chance the new robot could end up named "Robot," "Roomba," or "Vacuum."

Suggestions?

Comments

  1. How about "I ka" like Bart says. I ka rumba.
    MOM

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  2. No doubt if you and Amanda were to ever spawn a boy child, you would name him Guy.

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  3. First he'd be Baby ... then Boy ... then Little Dude ... then Young Man ... then Get Off My Couch.

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  4. you could give it a name that you like but would never be allowed to name a child; I gave a ninja snowman to a coworker, who promptly named it Paco DiTestico.

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