I’m sitting on the floor of the Las Vegas airport, one of many people squatting next to electrical outlets like bums on the sidewalk in need of a voltage fix. (Watts? Got any spare watts?) I’ve been away in California taking care of my mom and her newly broken arm, which has put me way behind for our last show of the year in Westchester County, NY. But my Auntie Anne’s pretzel is long gone, I’ve checked Facebook to see if anything happened in my absence (no), and I have run out of “I’m too busy” excuses to prevent me from updating this poor neglected blog. And I do have a little sweetie of a Fobot I want to share with you.
People often ask us at shows if we ever have bots we can’t bear to part with, and I always say no, I take their picture before I send them out into the world, and that’s enough. But then I started working on this little one, one of the smallest I’ve ever completed (8″ tall), and she just got to me. I try not to get too attached to “things”, but I could already feel the hurt of letting her go someday. And then something funny happened. I took her downstairs and showed her to Phil for the first time. And without any idea of what I’d been thinking to myself, Phil said “We have to keep this one. We can’t sell her”. So meet “Dolly Dimple”, one of very few Fobots we actually own. You’d think we’d have a house full of bots, but no, just the very first one, one I made for Phil one Christmas, one that hangs on the wall in the kitchen and has all of the house and car keys in it (he’s earning his keep) and now, her. There are many collectors out there who own more Fobots than we do. But we have the best one. At least in my opinion. And Phil’s.