Your Mother Was A Blogger And Your Father Smelt Of Elderberries!

Over the course of the past two days, I've collectively pilfered 13 working television sets from the Park School's loading bay and dumpster area. I'm not positive why this mass genocide of CRT screens is occurring, but am making a guess that the college is putting some money into upgrades and cleaning out old offices and classrooms.

Driving home, I hoped desperately that I would not be pulled over by police, who would find my car loaded with television sets clearly not mine.

I also saw Transformers 2 the other night (Beard Srinivasan came all the way from Florida to watch it) and found myself awake for its entirety -- a new feat for the Autobots. Good and exciting, but reeking of cheesy absurdities and characters who should have expired within the first act and not returned. Ironically, Shia LeBeouf was the least obnoxious person in the film. That's probably a first for him.

Regardless, the Optimus fight in the woods was perhaps the first time that I've been invigorated watching giant robots fighting. I'm not sure why they've never satisfied my wild action-sequence bloodlust before, but that scene finally "worked" and won me over to robot mano a robot mano. A terrific moment indeed.

But how about all that smutty stuff? Did I miss it, or was the first film majorly less-sexed than this one? I was watching with Casey and Eric and Beard and I still blushed at moments -- a little heavy for a family film? Don't get me wrong, both Megan Fox and Isabel Lucas are gorgeous... but maybe working them and their underwear into a romantic comedy would be a better suit than into a film about giant fighting robots. Seems to me that Transformers, as a brand, is above that.