Ugh, Jilli.
Friday is hardly a day at all, because it's Friday night that's important.
I agree. And once you're of a certain age, or perhaps I reached that certain age at all is because I'm a mother of three children, Friday nights are crash night. That's it.
(Drinks on you! I want a caipirinha at the Death Star steakhouse!)
Honey, you get drinks *and* dessert.
We also just turned over the fic thread, we won't be needing a new name for quite a while.
until finally there's nothing left except for SciFi Friday and the weekend.
I think I can get behind this idea.
That's no way to wake up, Jilli. Transformers should not explode. Especially not regularly.
Transformers should not explode. Especially not regularly.
The one at the end of our block is right next to a Really Big Tree, that is prone to shedding branches. Branch + transformer = BOOM!
Branch + transformer = BOOM!
So, is there no way to shield said transformer from said sheddy tree? Like a big net or summat?
My sympathies on the boomy wake-up call, Jilli.
So, is there no way to shield said transformer from said sheddy tree? Like a big net or summat?
You would think so, wouldn't you? But nothing like that has been put into place.
Drawing one's eyebrows on before coffee? Tricky.
Transformers should not explode.
Anyone else go to a Hasbro place with this?
Dana, insent.
Ahh, I'm earwormed with the W-e-e-k-e-n-d song that Pop Tart used to play every Friday, but she graduated and doesn't have a show anymore and I can't find the lyrics anywhere. Endless loop of spelling.
Getting woken up by exploding Transformers (in the robots in disguise sense) seems like it would be even more traumatic.
Anyone who saw the film as a child would agree. :sniff: