Talking Robots In Outer Space!

Sorry for not blogging yesterday, I had to watch Survivor and the Debate. Survivor was fun, and the Debate was debatable.

Yesterday, around five o’clock, Ben, Tony and I went over to welcome Kinky back to the ranch. While Kinky was unpacking, I told him the bad news about Mercury being in retrograde, and about how strongly it was affecting everyone on the planet.

After Kinky checked his mail, he challenged Tony to a game of pool. The Hummingbird Man said, “I am going to win the title back even if Mercury is in retrograde!” The Medina Bulldog took his cue, and racked up the balls.

During the game, I said, “Kinky, earlier today, while in Outer Space, Ben was telling us about this new robot that sounds incredible great! It is called the Sentry Robot, and it is so cool! You can be anywhere in the world...” Kinky sank the cue ball.

“Nance,” The Hummingbird Man said. “Please, not when I am shooting.”

“Okay, but you can be anywhere, and call it on your cell phone and it will take pictures and send them immediately to your e-mail, and you can steer it around your own house, to check out things, like the dogs feed dishes, or water bowls or...” The Hummingbird Man missed his shot and did not sink any of his balls left on the table.

“Cousin Nancy, if you don’t mind—please, don’t talk to me—when it is my turn to shoot. I’m trying to win back the championship.” I was silent as The Medina Bulldog sunk a ball, and then another, and then missed.

“You program the little robot on routes to take, and paths to follow, around your house and then you can steer it all around the house—from anywhere! And when it needs recharging—it goes into its little house and recharges itself. Right Ben?” Ben nodded yes. The game was nearly over. The Hummingbird Man and The Medina Bulldog both had one ball left on the table to sink.

“Nance, I don’t want a robot—I want to win this game. And, I am fixing to win it right now, Medina Bulldog!” The Hummingbird Man studied the table, and then bent down and hit the cue ball real hard! The cue ball sank his ball in the far corner! “I fixing to win! Medina Bulldog loses, again!” He hollered! Then the cue ball hit the eight ball, and sank it—in the side pocket!

Tony, Ben, Kinky and I burst out laughing! Then I said, “I think why you lost was karma, Kinky. When you were so excited, and then said that about Tony loses, again. It’s called instant karma, and it is happening more and more to people these days. The proof is in the pocket.”

“You’re wrong, Cousin Nancy,” Kinky quipped. “I lost, because Mercury is in retrograde!” We all laughed!

“No Kinky, I don’t think so," I teased back. "I’m pretty sure that it was instant karma.”