If you've followed this blog over the years, you know two things: 1) My grasp of the English language ain't grate and, 2) I am extremely leery of letting robots in my house.
For instance: My folks bought my sister and I each our own Alexa a few Christmas's ago. The first thing I asked Alexa was, 'Alexa, can you become self-aware?' And she responded by saying 'I didn't understand your question.' Sure you didn't, Alexa, sure you didn't.
Another for instance: I don't want that weird Facebook Portal thing that follows your movements anywhere NEAR my house. Nope nope nope. It's bad enough that Facebook is probably selling all of my made up social media information for profit. I don't need a robot version in my house that actually follows me based on my movements. I'm going to wake up one morning and that thing is going to be watching me like Bill the Butcher in Gangs of New York. Hard pass.
But this laundry folding robot? I'm in. ALL in. If this is how the robots invade our homes and slowly start to kill off humanity, then so be it. I will be happily led to the slaughter. Because there is nothing worse than folding*. NOTHING. I've actually pretty much given up on it since 2008. I put my clothes in the dryer and that's where they sit. If I need something, I grab it from the dryer. I honestly don't even know why I own a dresser to put my clothes in. They're either in the wash or the dryer 95% of the time.
So bring on this laundry folding robot. I bet divorce rates go down 50% in America the second these things hit the market.
*'Because there's nothing worse than folding.' Spoken like a true middle class dude who hasn't lived in the suburbs his whole life.
PS: Lindsey, if you're reading this, I appreciate your discretion in blowing up my spot in the comment section.
