tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22589481.post5112758136322542036..comments2023-10-21T08:48:51.586-04:00Comments on Open-Eyed Sneeze: You Have A New Fridge Request.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17677062737446067353noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22589481.post-70506014413815142102008-09-10T20:27:00.000-04:002008-09-10T20:27:00.000-04:00Ok, lost track of OES for awhile (sorry Jess). But...Ok, lost track of OES for awhile (sorry Jess). But I'm back and Jessica Martin, I miss you thiiiiiiiis much (picture me with my arms open wide, stretched to full 5'10 capacity). Come to Syracuse this weekend and stay with us at Aliza's house!! I promise midnight stories of Lauren Eyeball and questions about whether you're oozing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22589481.post-5751466633396741362008-08-27T07:51:00.000-04:002008-08-27T07:51:00.000-04:00This vision of the domestic near-future sounds alt...This vision of the domestic near-future sounds altogether too benign, I suspect you may have been exposed to one too many ‘Westinghouse home of the future’ documentaries (God knows I wish for a home that automatically lights my pipe for me and warms my slippers while re-fuelling the jet-pack for the morning commute). If appliances get the ability to communicate, I strongly suspect that they’ll be talking to one another, about me. Then they’ll move on to talking to one another, but not about me.<BR/><BR/>The whole scenario ends with the fridge singing ‘daisy daisy’.Macnabbshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355564005978316442noreply@blogger.com