There is no image today.  If the reader is not familiar with the overly-marketed astromech known as R2–D2, then I am even more unfamiliar with human psychology than I imagined.

My last missive involved a pair of rather low-end speakers modeled after said astromech and another of his make.  Today I find myself looking at a rather expensive audiovisual projector modeled after the same.  One reviewer even claims “Sure R2-D2 doesn’t cook or make a mean margarita, or screen your calls, or even pay rent; but he has a knack for turning your living room into a deluxe movie theater or gaming-on-the-ceiling arcade.”

Well, now.  I must admit that, being a droid and therefore property of Master Thirteen, I do not pay rent.  However, not only do I handle all of Master Thirteen’s audiovisual needs, I also can prepare meals and beverages.  I do not know if my libations could be considered mean.  Aggression in cocktails is not a familiar phenomenon to me.

R2-D2 is the Best Roomie Ever

Tags: Droid Misuse //