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Sep. 21st, 2008 11:15 am*falls down laughing*
OH MY GOD. This is the most fun I've EVER had hoovering.
I switched on the Roomba this morning and set it loose in my bedroom, the room with the fewest obstacles in it right now since the bed isn't in there yet. It's rambling around like a drunk playing tag, bonking into walls in some random pattern that makes sense only to its tiny adorable AI brain. I spent ten minutes just watching it, laughing hysterically, waiting for it to find the door to the living room as it repeatedly humped my snow boots and the (closed) bathroom door.
It does look majorly creepy rounding the corner of the doorway, like some kind of giant sneaky bug, but the rest of the time it's like a very tidy kitten. As I wrote this it rambled its way under my futon, tried to eat my feet, and then wandered back into the bedroom where it resumed its love affair with my shoes.
It's noisy, but not as noisy as a vacuum cleaner would be, to be honest. And it seems to be doing a reasonably good job of tidying the place, though it's missed a few corners and doesn't get on well with the roach traps. I've had to free three from its clutches already, and pick up about four more to prevent a wrestling match.
Man, it really likes those snow boots.
OH MY GOD. This is the most fun I've EVER had hoovering.
I switched on the Roomba this morning and set it loose in my bedroom, the room with the fewest obstacles in it right now since the bed isn't in there yet. It's rambling around like a drunk playing tag, bonking into walls in some random pattern that makes sense only to its tiny adorable AI brain. I spent ten minutes just watching it, laughing hysterically, waiting for it to find the door to the living room as it repeatedly humped my snow boots and the (closed) bathroom door.
It does look majorly creepy rounding the corner of the doorway, like some kind of giant sneaky bug, but the rest of the time it's like a very tidy kitten. As I wrote this it rambled its way under my futon, tried to eat my feet, and then wandered back into the bedroom where it resumed its love affair with my shoes.
It's noisy, but not as noisy as a vacuum cleaner would be, to be honest. And it seems to be doing a reasonably good job of tidying the place, though it's missed a few corners and doesn't get on well with the roach traps. I've had to free three from its clutches already, and pick up about four more to prevent a wrestling match.
Man, it really likes those snow boots.