Make The Hurting Stop

I saw the Transformers movie for the first time last night. No, not the live-action Michael Bay version... the cartoon movie.

I feel like I was punched in the face by an 80's soundtrack. My head still hurts, even now.

At one point, for no reason I could discern, Spanish subtitles started showing up. And trust me, it wasn't because I hit a button on the remote. If I'd hit a button on the remote, it would have been "Stop".

I heard Weird Al Yankovic's "Dare To Be Stupid" at one point in the show. I'm still not sure if I hallucinated it or not.

It eventually ended, and I think the good guys won despite the fact that everybody seemed to die at least once during the proceedings. Hey, at least it wasn't "Lady In The Water." *sigh*

Unrelated Frivolity

Yesterday, the Farmer took offense at the idea that Tiger Woods is the greatest athlete in the world. I have no idea why he thought it was such an important issue, but he did. He informed me that Aldo Nadi was the greatest athlete ever.

I have him my best blank stare. "Aldo Nadi was a fencer," the Farmer patiently explained. "He won gold medals, he taught, he wrote a book, he even fought ghouls."

My best blank stare got even better. "What did you say?" "He fought ghouls."

I considered my next statement carefully. "Farmer, ... I think there's a good chance that your favorite athlete is imaginary."

"Not ghouls! Duels!"

Ah, of course. Curse my ears. I couldn't hear what Farmer was saying, but the 80's music bludgeon came through loud and clear. Bliss.