It’s an annual summer tradition for me to marathon the first three seasons of Arrested Development. I think this is my sixth time working through the show, and there’s no better way to beat the heat. Since my metal outside holds heat like it’s lava. (No, I don’t turn bright red. What robot cartoons are you watching?)
Which means I am avoiding the oven at all costs right now. Normally baking in the summer doesn’t bother me, but this year, it’s like as soon as the oven kicks on, my entire kitchen is engulfed in this sweltering heat that leads to my engine overheating.
If you’re not familiar with Circus Peanuts, I can describe them to you in two words: delicious and gross.
I think the appeal of Circus Peanuts is 10% taste, 20% novelty, and 70% childhood nostalgia. (Or robot nostalgia, if you’re me.) Wiki says Circus Peanuts are banana flavored, but I maintain it’s simply it’s own flavor: Circus Peanut flavor.
I can’t be the only one who stumbles across Photoshopped images of cupcakes and is briefly wowed – “how did they do that?!” – before my computer brain catches up to my robot eyes and realizes, duh, it’s not real.
Being a robot is tough. It’s the little things that get to me. I heat up too quickly in the sun, so no matter how good I look in a bikini, there’s no sunbathing for me. I’m not allowed to apply for a driver’s license because the DMV thinks I’ll cheat on the written exam. I would give you a high five but my robot strength would probably break your arm.