Ninja Pajamas, and other good things.

Am I the only person who finds the Dyson Vacuum guy kind of snobby? He's that kind of creepy British guy who says he spent 16 years in pursuit of the perfect vacuum that doesn't clog up. (ominous pause.) *ever*. I don't know about you, but I'm just not feeling a sense of growing admiration or trust in British ingenuity. I mean, these are the folks who eat Spotted Dick, inflicted us with Bridget Jones, and invented the MG. I feel bad for Dyson Guy's mom. Her son spent 16 years inventing something that had already been invented. She must think, "Why, why couldn't he have just been gay instead?"

Maybe I'm just on a lower plane of existence or something. I spent five minutes opening the box on my vacuum, freeing up, apparently, 15 years, 364 days, 23 hours, and 55 minutes for me to do...other things. I have never wept when I've had to flip it over and pull out the wayward sock, rock, rawhide, or whatever happened to be clogging it. There were no fists of rage shaken at the sky at any one of the five times I've changed the bag. I must be an ignorant American, practically catatonic in my absolute satisfaction with my simply *adequate* vaccuum.

Dear Dyson Man: So what?

And to the many, many people who have spent upwards of $500 on this "perfect" vaccuum: Does it suck as much as your MG? Have you found fulfillment? Because no matter how incredible your sense of triumph at owning this overpriced product of misguided obsession, it can't save you a bunch of money on car insurance.