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*cuddles her cup*

So, we went and saw Transformers last night. You, O Friends List, can congratulate yourselves on getting me to go see a film I had little to no interest in seeing when it was first advertised. But the numbers of positive reviews, many from people whose taste I trust almost implicitly, convinced me to give it a try, much in the way I went to see the first Pirates of the Carribean movie. If it sucked, my rationale was, I could always nap in the theatre for a couple of hours.

There was no napping.

It's not a great film. There are plot holes you could drive a tank through, and some of the dialogue is just cheesy. But it is, as [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] puts it, a joy to watch. Not for one moment does anyone take themselves overly seriously - how can you, in a movie about giant robots that turn into vehicles and giant scorpions and the like? - and yet it wasn't dumbed down. It could have been awful - as [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] puts it, it was a bad movie with excellent casting, amazing CGI and a surprisingly good script in terms of dialogue. And the military scenes lent an air of realism to things that actually made it all the easier to swallow the giant robot concept.

And in other "I suck because I am a bad friend with sleep deprivation" news, Saturday, July 7, was [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s birthday. As he is stuck in the land without Internet right now, he may not see this, but, many happy returns and there shall be a big joint birthday thing at Dexcon, given there's about three of you attending who have had/will have birthdays recently and have not been able to celebrate them properly.

There may be cake. *plots*

Band Night tonight. I may die tomorrow. Thank god Alvin and Jane are both in court Wednesday.