4:48

All the machines I invent in my head reveal themselves to be bizarre and somewhat creepy when I try explaining them to other people.  I want a device that looks like a tank tread and continually combs through my hair, not because I want my hair to look neat, but because combing it feels nice.  If I had such a machine, I'd spend most weekends getting mechanically and needlessly groomed.  To another end, I've also reinvented the wheelchair (not for use by the immoble, but the lazy) countless times while drunk.