I shall call him Clocky, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my Clocky. He may have been created as a Masters degree project at MIT, but he’s my baby now.
He certainly was an expensive little guy, and many people would equate it with a useless gadget you’d only buy if you had nothing better to spend your money on, like a device to butter your toast or turn the pages of a book, but for me—a guy who will sleep through fire alarms, who regularly sets both an alarm and a very loud radio to go off in the morning, and who will hit the snooze button for three hours straight until the alarm clock gives up and then sleeps for another four hours—an alarm clock that runs away from you and hides while going off is a gift from God. The necessity of it is especially apparent now, having arrived the day after I slept through two classes this past Friday where attendance was required.
I find it particularly entertaining that, despite there being lots of open space in my room to run around in, Clocky immediately runs under the bed almost every time. I don’t think he could possibly find a more awkward place for me to find him. He’s got a chipper personality all his own which is quite cute now but will probably be very very annoying in the early morning. Which is exactly the point! It’s fantastic!