Mr. and Mrs. Krazynski (not pictured) enjoy a night on the town while the friendly family bomb robot watches the kids.  There is no bond more pure than that between a child and their bomb robot.

The other day, 12 residences were evacuated here in Columbia due to a bomb scare.  It turned out that some 51 year old dude, Jon Quehl, had a couple of homemade bombs in the home of some chick he was staying with, which she found while packing up her stuff after a "domestic dispute" with Mr. Quehl.  One of the bombs was just a tube full of gunpowder with a firecracker shoved in the end.  That's expert craftsmanship.

First of all, this is one classy gent.  Usually when a lady is thinking about what she calls a "catch," a free-loading old man who's prone to domestic violence usually marks the point where idealism and pragmatism intersect and blend together into resignation and acceptance.  Add to that a penchant for crafts, albeit explosive ones, and I'll bet he was having to beat women (pardon the expression) off him with a broom.

But, that's not important right now.  It turned out, for safety, a bomb-finding robot was used to clear the dwelling.  Columbia has a bomb robot!

I'm sure that I'm not alone in my intense and long-standing desire to have a robot friend (my roommate claims that this is because I am a robot and I miss communion with my own kind, but I assure you that his accusations do not compute), and if he (or she) could protect me from landmines, all the better.

Anyway, I'm working out a plan.  I'll let you know as I get more details.