The boys are currently obsessed with the old-school Transformers cartoon. I’m mostly okay with this fact, because I grew up with Transformers and obviously I turned out just fine.
I’ve discovered a major problem with repeated viewings of the same episodes of the Transformers: I start to overthink it. Really, any thinking at all is a bad idea when you’re watching the Transformers. As Car pointed out this morning, the Transformers cartoon appeals to kids because not only are there transforming robots, but the plotlines develop in the same way children’s play develops. Yesterday Megatron had to have someone else shoot him when he was transformed into a gun, but today he can shoot all on his own! Why? He just can! Stop asking questions and make awesome laser shooting noises!
That thought was my first stop on the crazy train: What kind of crappy leader of a group of evil robots transforms into a gun that has to be fired by someone else? Seriously, Megatron is the worst supervillain ever. I only accept him as leader of the Decepticons because his second-in-command is that conniving bitch Starscream, and if I had to listen to Starscream lord over the Decepticons all day I’d shank somebody.
A couple of days ago I suddenly had a vision of an Autobot meet-n-greet. I’ve laughed about this for days, so it doesn’t matter that Car just looked at me funny when I told him about it. True genius is frequently misunderstood…as is my sense of humor. Interpret that as you will.
Jazz: “So, what do you transform into?”
Bumblebee: “A Volkswagen Beetle. You?”
Jazz: “A Porsche 911 Turbo.”
Bumblebee: “Oh.” *pause* “Blaster transforms into a cassette deck. How lame is that?”
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