You know things are looking bad for humans when technology has developed that subtle blend of mockery and wry humor that so many of us strive for, and uses it against you.
Case in point: When I write text messages, my cell phone likes to guess at what I'm going to say next by ever so helpfully throwing in a word or two when it thinks it might have a good idea at where the conversation is going. It has never once been correct, and I always have to go back to delete its suggestion. Last night I was going to meet a friend for a drink. A match.com friend, if you must know, and he reads this blog (hey T!), but a friend nonetheless. Standing at the bus stop, I opened my phone to send him a text indicating that he should meet me in fifteen minutes.
Bus is here, meet me in
bed! said my phone.
Oh ho, phone, aren't you so clever! Think you're being funny, don't you phone?
So apparently things are so bad around here that even my phone thinks I need to get laid. Although if my microwave starts insulting me too I'm really going to be worried.
Be nice to your appliances, people, it seems that the robotic uprising is already upon us. (Binary solo! Zero zero zero zero zero zero one...)