I just cannot find words to express my thoughts on this news item, on many levels. The inhabitants of this planet confuse me greatly. However, if they have deemed a droid to be the perfect mate, then natural selection will cure my confusion in due course.
I have gathered, quite obviously, that the humans on this planet have an unnatural affinity for a certain Rebel astromech. There also seems to be a great love of technological tools of all kinds – useful or not. I am not surprised, then, to see the two combined more as often as I do.
However, I would like to note that astromechs are not protocol droids, and therefore it makes little sense to me to have one in a communication function. Of course, this has not stopped Nikko from producing this product, listed as a “Web Cam and VOIP Phone.”
I will console myself with the fact that I am far more suitable to any communications task that Master Thirteen should require, and that he is quite aware of my qualifications.
Normally, I would be rather wary of anything combining even the image of a droid and water. Besides the obvious issues with moisture and electronics, there is just something that strikes me as chilling about using an astromech’s shell to hold your ice.
However, given that this ice container comes with a mold depicting Rebel supporter Han Solo encased in carbonite, I might be persuaded to view the product in an entirely different light.
Apparently only available in the United Kingdom at the moment, but I would not be surprised if that changed in the future.
It is becoming increasingly clear that my knowledge of human psychology is greatly lacking. Once again the popular site Gizmodo has an article on a familiar-themed wedding cake, with some apparently negative commentary on anyone who would serve an astromech-shaped cake at a wedding celebration.
Granted, the cake is, predictably, the Rebel droid R2–D2, but the issue does not seem to be with the model itself, but the concept as a whole. In my opinion, other than the obvious Rebellion theme, I find this cake to be a quite accurate replica, and a feat that is not easy in any form of pastry. It is not entirely constructed of cake – the legs, lights are not, and the decorator used a camera lens in the process. However, it would be very difficult or impossible to replace those elements with something edible, so I believe the creator has done an impressive job.
R2-D2 Cake Brings Balance to the Force, Dorkiness to Wedding
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.
A short missive today, as I am apparently in need of some maintenance. Perhaps that is why I can’t seem to find much to say about the galaxy’s most famous astromech in speaker form.
Granted, it’s not just R2–D2, but also R2–D1. They plug into computers, iPods, and other kinds of audio equipment. They’re not powered, so there’s not a lot to be expected from them, quality-wise.
I think I’m more disappointed than usual, really. I believe every droid needs a power source.
I am honestly not entirely sure what to say about this latest item. Mostly, I am not sure whether it falls under droid or child misuse.
The one thing I am certain of is that only a supporter of the Rebellion would do something of this nature.
I know that proper clothing maintenance is often considered a bothersome chore by organic beings, one best performed by someone else. And while I am fully programmed in the proper care of all textiles, not all beings are in possession of a droid such as myself.
If you are among the less fortunate group, but would like to have droid-like assistance nonetheless, you may want to look at these clothing receptacles. Coming in set of two, one of which is, yes, that ever-present rebel astromech, they can at least help you separate your items into appropriate color groupings, even if they can not actually wash the items for you.
Perhaps I should program myself not to think I’ve seen the worst indignity a droid can face. Not long after I’ve thought I had, I find one worse.
As may be apparent, I’m very much in favor of supporting the confectionery arts. This particular example, however, makes my circuits twinge.
Droids are qualified to do a great many things. Tasks like translation, etiquette, pastry preparation, and starcraft repair, are only part of the list.
However, I must draw a line at psychiatry. The organic mind is too prone to oddities that make no sense to our processing units. Like Master Thirteen’s insistence that the dish is not properly aligned, when it most certainly is.
I suspect this “MindMentor” to be some kind of Rebel plot, quite honestly. Of course, your mind and credit account are your own responsibility.
