Thursday, August 18, 2011

President Obama - Please attend my wedding in Space!

Last year, I wrote the following letter to our illustrious leader: 

Several months later (right around the time of my alleged wedding, in fact), I received the following envelope:

...containing the following charming note: 

What a lovely message! Too bad the President couldn't come to my space wedding, but it's nice to see he cared enough to write me back. And thank you, tax payers, for the $1 worth of effort it probably took to send this out.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

iRobot - Please fix my insolent Roomba!

Dear friends,

I sincerely apologize for the lack of updates. The good news is, many more will be forthcoming now that I have had a chance to rebuild my inventory. Your readership is appreciated!

More substantial updates will follow shortly, but enjoy this brief exchange inspired by my Cat apartment:

The fine folks at iRobot hastily replied:

There's something strangely sinister about the last line of that signature. Anyway, several days later, I received the following:

Given the bland formulaic response, it's clear iRobot is taking their own advice and letting their robots write their emails for them. As an aside, an acquaintance of mine used to work at iRobot, and now builds missiles. I guess it would be more troubling if that job ordering had been reversed, but still, apparently the skill set is transferable...