Most people aren’t excited by their vacuums, but having had the world’s worst, cheapest maroon behemoth violently spit kitty litter and dirt back at my feet for several years, when I finally purchased a Dyson – my life actually changed. It was worth the shocking sticker price to vacuum and later walk across wooden floors that felt like silk, instead of an emery board. I almost love vacuuming now. Almost.
However, Dyson apparently does more than vacuums: they’ve ventured into fans. Strange, round fans with no blades that seemingly don’t blow air. It’s chic though, and certainly isn’t as fugly as the Vornado, even though my small, small brain doesn’t understand such cooling alchemy. Also good news: it’s only $300! Whee! I look forward to owning one in a decade.
If you like knowing about the future, like I do, peruse away: Dyson explains the face-melting abyss created by their new fan with pictures and video.
Once the credits rolled, I was expecting to see “Directed by Alan Smithee” but it was some guy I had already forgotten in the last 20 hours (I googled: Dominic Sena). We joked that the director never worked again. Well, that’s not entirely true. While he laid low for three years, ducking back into music videos, the director of Swordfish is apparently inacting his revenge with the upcoming Whiteout, the poster of which has quickly turned into the very bane of my existence!
