Future Schlock, or I Want My Flying Car!
I logged my hours watching "the Jestsons" as a child, and things have not turned out as I expected. I want a flying car and a neurotic robot housemaid.
Instead, I got Roomba, the idiot child of an unholy union between R2-D2 and a filter feeding trilobite; and a herd of children wearing some kind of visors or headbands encrusted with flashing LEDs, scampering around a dank subway station like some kind of post-tribal extras from the set of "Blade Runner".
On the other hand, the internet is kinda cool, and I don't think the Jetsons had ANYTHING like that.
Instead, I got Roomba, the idiot child of an unholy union between R2-D2 and a filter feeding trilobite; and a herd of children wearing some kind of visors or headbands encrusted with flashing LEDs, scampering around a dank subway station like some kind of post-tribal extras from the set of "Blade Runner".
On the other hand, the internet is kinda cool, and I don't think the Jetsons had ANYTHING like that.