And in 2009 a new age of robots dawned. It was the age of the machine-constructed robot, larger than before, wonkier eyes, and goofier fabric. And he was named "Spo-Ran" (which is a tribute to my sister's post all about bilious tartan fabric and sporran construction).
That's my story about my newest robot, but when Simon looked at him he pointed out that the fabric is houndstooth, not tartan, and therefore not befitting the scottish handbag name, even in its sci-fi'ed form.
In fact, he thought that the tones of beige, the mother-of-pearl button eyes, and the woollen houndstooth had connotations of a more civil-servant-type robot. He named him "Les".
By the way, I can't tell you how much it cracks me up when I find out that word I've taken for granted all my life is a nz/aus peculiarity. So, for all my american readers, a "slice" is kind of like a "cookie" in that you could say "chocolate cookies are my favourite, sorry, favorite type of cookie". All our cookbooks have sections labelled "biscuits and slices" or even "cakes, biscuits, and slices". I think we've all learned something very important today.