Another crazy dream. While I was pretending to sleep, I saw this. I was leaning over a toilet that seemed to be glowing with some kind of blue light. Floating in the water was a tennis ball. I recognized the ball from my other dream. Of course, I think this may have been the same bathroom. What could this possibly mean? Does it have something to do with the Sheriff? Am I being haunted? Are robots capable of even being haunted? Time will tell I suppose..time will tell.
On occasion I get some time to myself. I like to spend that time reading. Sure, like Data on Star Trek, I could just upload the book and know it all at once. But, doing that makes me feel like I’ve missed something. When I read, I like to do it one word at a time. Makes me feel a little less…robotic. Anyway, this is one of my favorite books. Dostoyevsky’s the best.
I never sleep. I see the humans around me doing it all the time. Afternoon naps, dozing on the bus, getting their rest any way they can. Me, I can only close my eyes (which aren’t even eyes). The funny thing is, though, I dream. A robot dreaming…go figure. It makes no sense, but it’s true. The other day I was dreaming with my eyes closed. In the dream, my back was against a mirror, and I was holding a tin of some sort. In that tin were thumbtacks. Clear thumbtacks. In the sink next to me were tennis balls. I had this overwhelming feeling of gloom (although, to be fair, I usually have that). Tennis balls…that’s just crazy.
I took this shot with the camera that I have I my eye socket. I’m gonna find out the identity of this guy that looked like Hank Williams, Jr. and claimed to be the Sheriff of Hong Kong. He’s a bad dude. Correction: was a bad dude. Normally, as a robot, I don’t like to use force, but sometimes I get angry. And you won’t like me when I’m angry. ‘Nuff said.
It was a dark and oily day. The man said he was my friend. He looked a little like Hank Williams, Jr. That should have tipped me off. I don’t even know Hank Williams, Jr. But I played along for a while, until he drew down on me. Then I had to shoot him. Sometimes you’ve got to do what you’ve gotta do. Sometimes you got to shoot and not talk.
Hey folks! Guess what? I started a new blog. This one will be all about my robot. And by that, I mean photographs of my stuffed robot that my mother got me as a gag gift a few years ago (I’m 39, not 12). Anyway, I decided to do a series of photos with the bot, placing him in odd settings and situations. I really wanted to see what made this guy tick (so to speak). I will be taking some new shots over time. Hope you have fun looking at ’em.