The trams are open again, with their new tracks, and quieter; admittedly I had earphones in and forgot to listen properly, but it was noticeably closer to a scrapy whoosh than a gouging rattle now. This is good, because it will cut my travel time down and let me sleep longer so I will no longer be as the title implies. (Or if I am, we'll know it's my own fault.)

This bank holiday weekend just disappeared. No, really, I think I lost Saturday. As in, Saturday is missing from my memory and throughout Sunday I thought there were two days to go. So, er. Whoever used those 26 or 28 hours, hope you had fun and thanks for returning my chassis in reasonably good nick, I suppose. I also note that my antibiotics did get taken during that time, so yay.

Damn I look good in my orange shades and evil coat. I actually scared a small child at the shops. Anyway, on with the news...

Bio-batteries. To the writer/worldbuilder of Mews, this sort of thing is (curd-)meat and drink.

Stone and Parker - props. They're fun dudes.

Hippo for Sarina, plus cute big cats et cetera.

Hey, Muslims? STFU.

It's a toy ball, for sanity's sake, with a bunch of countries' flags on it; it was obviously an honest and, let's face it, completely understandable mistake; nobody's trying to insult Islam; you are obviously just looking for something to protest about. Well, stop it.

Someone buy me this. I have designs on the site. Mwahahahaha.

Every time you think space is empty, they find a way for it to be emptier.

That was the biggest load of shite I have ever seen.

All along Slen's been telling me I'll love this, but —

I can't believe I identified more with the token humans than with the giant robots, ok? That is never a possibility with me. But I didn't have a choice. It never managed to make me care one whit about the tin cans and their GameCube. I wanted Prime to die. He was boring, personalityless and annoying. The only one that showed a hint of personality beyond 'being black' or 'being evil' was the friggin' comedy relief boombox.

When that Token Black Bot opened his mouth for the first time, I was close to walking out.

Maybe I should have. I sat through 21 Grams, for hellsake, a film of which I can remember nothing but the single quotation that was used on the trailer, but this CGI blockbuster, which should've contained nothing more controversial than a systematic reaming of the laws of physics, for that single moment honestly offended me.

Oh man don't get me started on the physics. I was prepared to suspend my disbelief there. Cartoon, after all.

The transforming jets dogfight? Fragging awesome. (Because for once the shot stayed long enough on the action to let my eyes interpret what was going on.) Final duke-out between Goodie and Baddie? Snore. I wanted the cube shoved up Prime's arse. Hell, for a split second I thought that was going to happen. That would have redeemed this pile.

I can't believe I preferred The Bourne Ultimatum, a film that would have been better titled The Bourne Lots of Random Explosions, to this truckload of dreck.

Which one was Starscream, again?

edit: Slightly less ranty summary, as I said in LJ comments: "the film couldn't decide whether it was an origin story or a Big Epic(yawn) Battle, whether it was a human story with incidental robots or a robot story with incidental humans, and whether it was action (in which lack of characterisation would be understandable, viz Bourne which I'd enjoyed earlier the same day) or character-driven (in which case they needed far far far far fewer characters)."