I really don't understand it myself.

   I had lots of toys as a kid. All kinds. I liked making buildings with my Kenners Construction Set. But, while I went on to get a degree in architecture, that didn't stick. I had various train sets, but aside from counting the cars as they crawl past when I'm stuck at a railroad crossing, I didn't pursue that any further. I had buckets full of green plastic toy soldiers, but aside from staging a formal hanging ceremony off a stack of building blocks, a military career didn't take over my life.
   But robots? That stuck. I remember my Mr. Machine, my Robot Commando, my Yakkity Yob. (And, up until a few months ago, I thought Yakkity was just a weird dream of my youth that I had made real in my mind. But Yakkity exists, he exists! And someday, he will be mine again!) I remember being allowed to stay up late to see "Forbidden Planet" (thanks Dave!) and Robbie the Robot being the coolest thing I had ever seen. Of putting up with endless silly plots on "Lost in Space" to watch the lights blink in the dome of "Robot", my new best friend, if only I could get rid of that pesky kid who always hung around him.