Thu, 19 May 2005

join the car crash set
With the collapse of the robot fighting boom, hundreds of guys who thought adding a buzzsaw to an RC car was a good idea are now left with nowhere to go, and that’s why the Immaculate Conception over in Gilbertville started offering Robotic Ballroom dances, where Crushinator and Ki111zzz0r can compete for a ten dollar grand prize through an intricate series of passes and spins across the hardwood gym floor. I used to go sit up in the lightbox and get high, just like high school, watching the unsocialized fumble through first mistakes and obvious fumblings, only now it’s all mechanized, which probably is for the best, as nobody’s getting pregnant at Robotic Ballroom Night. Today, however, Cecelia and I and Rissa entered our own robot, which is an actual proper robot without any sort of remote control hoo-hah, and oh man, if you ever need a cheap and ultimately meaningless boost in your morale, go spend an evening with a gaggle of pubescent pre-engineers, but in the end it was all for naught, as out robot (the Gynosphere) accidentally drilled its way through the floor and into the cafeteria. I’m sure peanut gallery Freudians will have plenty to say on that, but not nearly as much as Sister Mary Catherine, who barred us for life from the RoboDances. Which, again, as I said, is probably for the best. (ljcomments)
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