Lately, nothing around me seems to be working.

My Ivory stopped working, then my MIDI stopped working, my credit card was stolen (on line) twice in a row, my iPhone stopped working with my computer so I had to do a clean reinstall, a stray cat sprayed my car while I was on the way to the vet with her and even after two details it still stinks, it took two trips to Fry's and two trips to BestBuy and countless calls to Comcast to get internet working at my apartment, the POS DRM on my 3DSMAX stopped working so I couldn't do any artwork, and the list goes on.

But you know what? I bought a Roomba, and damned if the thing isn't rock solid. It vacuums my apartment three times a week while I'm out, and it never has a problem. We're talking about a robot, with moving parts, that has to traverse an apartment its designers never saw, picking up actual debris and bringing back to its little home base where it waits for me to empty it.

So I hereby dedicate this song to the one thing in my apartment that works: my robotic vacuum cleaner.

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