Virtual gig.
You really have to stop watching that show, Marvin. It's not good for your electronic brain. And too much television can be bad for your visual detection sensors. Hoo boy. It's hard to be a father, sometimes. Not that that's technically my role with respect to Marvin (my personal robot assistant). His birth father is actually our mad science adviser, Mitch Macaphee, but given the fact that Mitch is something other than fatherly (the term "grisly" comes to mind), I do sometimes act as a surrogate. Though admittedly, the role does not come naturally to me. Especially when your adopted son is literally made of brass. Anyway ... Marvin has taken to watching concerts on television. His favorite is Austin City Limits, though he does spend some time rolling through re-runs of Don Kirshner's Rock Concert. A couple of hours of this, then comes the inevitable question: Why aren't WE ever on Austin City Limits? How come WE never get booked for Saturday Night Live...