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Redbird ([personal profile] redbird) wrote2001-02-20 10:43 am

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Not that the time matters, when I suspect the timeline has slipped.

Robot dogs, I can cope with. Robot dinosaurs, sure. Who wouldn't want a walking, talking pet dinosaur? (Okay, maybe not a full-size T. rex, but a living-room-size pet dinosaur might be the Perfect Toy.)

The problem is the robot flowers. No, you don't water them. I suspect that water would be worse for them than for the fake flowers at a coffee shop I used to to go, which looked fine until someone made the mistake of watering them, and wilted ever after.

Apparently, robot flowers want attention, and will wilt if neglected. I could probably cope with that: guilt without actual greenery. (Am I missing the point here?)

The problem is, if you're nice to a robot flower, it will sing to you.

Where am I, and how did I get here?

[identity profile] roadnotes.livejournal.com 2001-02-20 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm still having trouble comprehending this. Robot flowers that sing to you?

Why?