Several things to ponder:
- 3 Asian women in a hair salon in Texas were shot (they're OK); authorities are wondering if the shooting was a "hate" crime.
Ummm...if you ignore the semantics of the statement, isn't deliberately shooting someone a hate crime most of the time? I mean, when you're not helping a buddy stay out of Vietnam by shooting his big toe off, that is.
- A while back I saw one of those "paranormal" shows (you know: where a camera crew goes to an allegedly haunted site and gets the piss scared out of 'em in nightvision-o-rama), where the cast was hanging out in an abandoned Japanese coal mine. Apparently, there were lots of deaths, etc. etc. Now...they heard whispers and all kinds of stuff, but what bothered me was that they could understand them.
So. Turn of the 20th century Japanese ghosts were trying to communicate...
in English. This was the point where I threw my popcorn at the screen and snarled "Get the hell out of here."
- The Transformers on Cybertron (before they got to Earth): why did they turn into cars with compartments that were human-sized? Okay, I get the attraction of turning myself into an engine with wheels, or a friggin' jet, but how many humans were around to justify passenger seating?
And why did they need to transform into
anything, really? Say you're a Decepticon hunting for Autobots. The Autobot, in an effort to hide from you, transforms into a stylized sports car (complete with two human-sized seats...but what are humans?) and parks in a nonchalant manner, sending out "ignore me, I'm just an average Lamborghini" vibes. Now, you may be just a lowly
tetrajet, but something in the back of your mind is screaming that this may indeed be one of those Autobot fellows you're trying to find.
Wouldn't it be more efficient to transform into, say, a chunk of architecture? Like a wall, perhaps? "I thought I saw that Autobot come this way," you would say to yourself, "but all I see is this lovely new portico they must've added on to the Nuts 'n' Bolts Energon Bar since I was last here."
And another thing: in Transformers the Movie (the one from the '80's), why is it that Galvatron and Cyclonus are the same size, and yet when Cyclonus transforms into a jet, Galvatron is able to fit into his cockpit? I'll pretend I didn't hear you chuckle.
The Transformers experience really does fall apart when you examine it too closely, I guess. Didn't stop me from buying a ton of the toys, though. And that's the most important thing, isn't it?