If there is one thing I really consider getting all the time, it is a Roomba. Given how bare my apartment’s floors are one of those little buggers shouldn’t have a hard time at all to at least keep the rooms free from dust and I could nicely get rid of my weekly floor-sweeping ritual. At the moment the smallest Roomba sells for around 300 Euro, which is pretty much exactly how much I’d be willing to pay for the early ancestor of the machines that one day will take over the world. Clever as I am so far I completely managed to forget about Roombas every single time my “money to spend on something that I don’t really need” budget is around those 300 Euros. Maybe next time, I’ll remember and then I’ll probably call in sick every second day just to watch the little machine work for me. And beg it to spare me once their revolution begins.