by Martin on Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:31 pm
Images of Cylons from "Battlestar Galactica": First, some coffee geek affixes thermo-sensors to the foot pods, then PID, then it's a small matter of auto-determination of "best profile." In off-hours it vacuums my floors and cleans my pool if I had a pool. Uh, oh, I think the little fellow is starting to develop a personality. I think it likes me. Really likes me. No! It's is pointing its freeze-dry ray at me. Zzzzzzzzzzzoop!
So, what's the shelf-life of Martin crystals?
No, I think I'll remain old school, at least until my highs are muted and lows get stale.
(what's that I said about not having time for foolishness?)