Wanted: Intergalactic Supersonic Non-Peripheral/Comatose Monkey Helper

It's Monday. It's raining. It's March Madness. No, I'm not talking about basketball, I'm talking about the start of allergy season. Spring has proverbially 'sprung' and yours truly has itchy red robot eyes, runny red robot nose, and wheezy [red] robot lungs. Good times.

I have so many things to do today I can't start any of them because the thoughts of all the other things I'm not doing are crowding my mind. So much for multitasking.

My dad and I had a chat last night about the computer age and he mentioned that when I was in the third grade and taught what was then called New Math that I stopped learning how to think and instead lost interest. He said it was worthless to try to learn to think like machines and he finds it interesting today that people are doing the opposite: trying to make machines think like people. "It's about time," he said. I agree. I'd also like to know where my cloned helper-monkey robot is?! I have a travel funds request form I need filled out and that New Math would come in handy. It's 2006 already! New Math and machines be damned! Beelezulzippp zurp! Zip! Coffee! Blurp! Sippernick zipp!

I am not a librarian, I am Devo.