Now that I’m making butcher money, I decided to splurge a little bit and bought myself an inflatable chair. I’ve wanted one for a long time but there were cats in my life and, well, I don’t want cast dispersions on an entire species but cats can kind of be assholes. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Assholery is part of their charm.
But, now, with no cats around, I decided to get a inflatable chair. Inflatable chair technology has come some distance since I last checked in. It’s no longer the glittery plastic of the Britney Spears inflatable chair heyday. Now it has some sort of crap that keeps you from sweating all over it and the plastic seems pretty durable too. It seems like it might hold its air for more than a day. I even like how it looks.
There’s something 2001 about this piece of junk. It’s the Pam Am future.
I really have no idea why I like these things. It might be because inflatable furniture seems like a really great idea. Just inflate your furniture! Panning a move? Just deflate and roll! It’s easy to move around the room. The shit just seems practical. But inflatable furniture has never really worked out. For some reason, humanity has failed to master this promising field. Inflatable furniture is some sort of unworkable future.
But I dunno, I’m gonna try to make it work. We’ll see how it goes.