JOEL JOHNSON — When I stepped out of my nutrient bath this morning, the first thing to cross my mind, like always, was, “Where’s my flying car?” Of course it was out in the lot where I’d parked it, but until my memory core warms up in the morning, I forget all sorts of things. I don’t really see the humor in these Kenwood Future Ready/Already commercials, but then again I live in a delusional fantasy world where I ride to work on robot’s shoulder. For those of you a little more grounded in reality, these things might be what you meatsicles call a ‘hoot.’
