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Michael Bay if you’re reading this I’m getting really sick of your shit. How are you going to have the Autobots claim they don’t harm humans yet they’re fighting America’s wars?!?! Okay, let me breathe for a second. In this third installment of Transformers we see the Autobots wreaking havoc across the middle east. Blowing up shit, basically doing their thing.
Well, if my memory goes back to the first Transformers I do believe Optimus told Ironhide, “No Ironhide we do not harm humans. What’s with you?” This was when Ironhide wanted to blast Sam’s parents to bits.
So is America classified as the only humans on earth now cause I’m pretty sure we have humans in other countries too. I mean, last I checked we did but who knows.
I would say this movie was just not made right at all. Yes, you have explosions, large robots, people screaming, and a model for an actress, but there’s no depth. For instance, Why would a woman working for the White House fall for a guy that finger shots her and breaks something in the White House? Also, Why is she working for a guy who builds, shows off, or sells nice cars? I forgot what he does, I was too damn busy admiring the cars to listen to him.
This whole trilogy just really got on my nerves. Like hell, I forgot there was a sequel because they all pretty much can be watched in any order. There’s no sorry to these movies, atleast not one compelling enough to keep up with.
Also, when was this deal made with Megatron and Sentinel Prime. If there was , a deal made, why did Sentinel run away to the moon? Seriously, detail was a total loss in this movie. I still wonder why the cube wasn’t shoved in Megatron’s chest in the first movie.
I’m going to say now, I won’t have anything to say about Transformers Age of Extinction. I fell asleep in the first fifteen minutes. Ugh!
Nope, that wasn’t me. That was the other managers at work who failed to tell anyone that the garbage compactor door was open outside. Yup, a bunch of irresponsible nincompoops.
Anyways, I had a bad day Wednesday, but this particular incident brought some humor into my day. My day started with the button on my pants popping off as soon as I pulled it out of the dryer. Unfortunately, this was my last pair of black slacks because for some reason my dryer tends to loosen the buttons on my clothes. Bastard. I had to use my belt as a way to hold my pants up, but my zipper kept falling down. To my luck, I have to wear an apron all day so my junk remained hidden.
Then, my manager decided it was the perfect day to piss me off. Well, he had another thing coming while in the back lot shoveling crap back into a dumpster. Yeah, karma hits at the most opportune times. I just wish the smell wasn’t so ripe.
I was talking to my fiance last night before we drifted off to sleep. This was after the long day of work and trying to mount a television on my sister’s wall. A long day with many profanities that seemed to be endless. Anyways, it’s funny how lately I’ve been trying to avoid new ideas for a new novel. Why!? Oh, Why would I ever want to do that?!
Here’s my issue right now. I’m battling with my brain on how to finish a story fast with quality, but here’s the problem, I keep wandering off to new ideas for different stories? I’m sure many writers have this problem, but I’m, in a way, rioting against my brain. I’m avoiding the temptation to write something else, but last night my fiance came up with an awesome idea for a story, but I don’t want to jump into it yet.
My computer had about twenty different chapters to twenty different stories that I’ve written. All of them I want to dig into, but I always find myself wandering to another story that I promise I’ll finish. It just never happens because I’m lazy and can’t write longer than ten hours a day for four days a week. If you ask me why not? It’s because I’m lazy, I procrastinate, and after work I usually end up sleeping. When I wake up, it’s late and I have to be at work early the next morning.
I had an idea though. What if I wrote 3,000 words for two to three different stories a day for a year. Better yet 1,000. Instead of writing on just one, work on three different ones a day. That would lead to 365,000 words a year. That’s a decent amount of written stories. Here’s my issue though, my organizing and memory suck! How do I sit down and remember what I wrote for each story?
I’ve learned something else about myself recently. I write about myself way too much. I feel like I hog this little bit of space each week, while every one else has something better to say. Then, I start writing about how I could wish to want to care about someone else’s writing when actually I hope for others to come read my page.
I think I’ve run into about five or six pages out of the 1,067 I have that I actually read consistently. All the reblogs I do are the blogs I read a lot. Here’s my issue though, I’ll go to blogs, like and comment their posts and even have nice discussions. Then, when I get back to my page I’ll get a like but no comment. So sometimes I get a little irritated, especially when it’s the same person liking every post, but no words to my posts. It’s like ordering a cheese burger and receiving it without the meat. Now it’s a damn boring grilled cheese. I know I sound selfish and I will be criticized for it, but we all feel it, right?
You can’t deny when you see my name liking every one of your posts, but I don’t say my opinion or reblog, don’t you get a little irritated? Everyone has selfishness in them to write just about them and only wants the approval from their fellow bloggers. Do you think anyone really cares about what you say? Probably not, but if that’s the case, what do you do to fix that problem? Every blog has it’s own uniqueness unless you plagiarize then you’re just an inconsiderate asshole.
I’m going to say I use to not write for followers, likes, or comments, but in reality, who doesn’t want their voice to be heard. If you feel that highly of yourself that you can say, I only follow those who interest me, then you’re in the wrong place. I know following spurts have actually helped me find new and interesting blogs. It has helped me learn about readers that actually like my work. I think I shed a few tears on multiple pages because they had problems in their life that they couldn’t see any resolution to.
Okay, I’m rambling now. I’m just pointing out the things bouncing in my brain right now. I know I jumped into two different subjects sorry about that. I just want to say that we all are truly never writing for ourselves. You are writing for someone else and hoping to get some kind of feedback. Don’t be naive like I was from the beginning. I told my readers at the time, hey I don’t need thousands of followers, I just need the twenty I have, but I was very wrong. All the blogs I follow now really molded me into a better writer and reader.
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How the bloody hell does inspiration form?
I know when I write it’s after either reading a novel, watching a movie, playing a video game, or simply torching ants on the driveway. I had a three week spurt of inspiration a few weeks ago and now, I’m just farting ideas in small episodes. Occasionally, I’ll have that large, loud, and explosive idea. Then, the rest are silent little toots.
I want to get to that place again in my head, but I’m too damn stubborn to latch my butt to my chair and write. Maybe I should add some cushion to it cause when I do other things I’m usually comfortable. In my office, my chair feels like I’m getting elephant humped on an hourly basis.
So what gives you guys inspiration?
Alright, here we go. This is a random post about why Transformers has put a sour taste in my mouth. I will say storyline wise, it is an awesome concept. Life event wise that make no damn sense at all, a bit irritating. What do I mean by this? Let’s look at the scene where Sam uses his charm to get Mikaela to sit in his lap.
So they’re in the Camaro, Sam is in the passenger seat and Mikaela is in the back seat. Sam asks her, “Why don’t you sit in the driver’s seat?”
She answers, “No, it’s driving. That’s weird.”
Sam: Why don’t you sit in my lap?
Mikaela: Um… Why?
Sam: Cause I’m the only one with a seatbelt and safety first, right?
Mikaela: Yeah, you’re right.
She sits in his lap and it’s more turning into a hot and sexy moment for Sam. Okay, first of all, no girl is going to sit in the lap of a guy they just started getting to know, unless it’s Santa Claus! The reality of this scene is it would never happen unless the girl was extremely attracted to the guy and was possibly being flirtatious. Mikaela hardly showed any of this signs. Anyways, scenes like this make me go… um… really? Are we rushing the movie a bit?
Now, Sam and Mikaela are at his parents house AT NIGHT ten minutes after nine to be exact. He brings Mikaela to his room from the side of the house from the roof. They search for his grandfather’s glasses blahdy blahdy blah. Autobots destroy back yard and parents flip out thinking it’s an earth quake. They see lights coming from Sam’s room and the power is out. They go to his room and find Mikaela after a long conversation about Sam’s “happy time”
Here’s what I don’t understand, he has a girl in his room without his parents permission. These are high school kids I might add. It’s night time. Wouldn’t parents be like,” Why is there a girl in your room?” Maybe Bay wanted to use the wine the parents had as an excuse to not give a rat’s ass about their bout possibly swapping spits with a sexy girl. Then again, I still think parents will question it a little bit.
Now, when the chick that steals all the data from the military base goes to her friend’s house to upload the data, what the hell? Did she not think the military was going to track her, especially when the guy loved with his GRANDMOTHER!
Let’s skip to the end now.
Optimus tells Sam to shove the cube in his chest if it comes down to that scenario. It would destroy the cube and stop Megatron. So here’s my issue, if the cube is going to kill the bot that has it shoved into their chest, why didn’t Optimus originally suggest it. Is it because Bay was in a hurry to finish the film? Seriously, the whole idea felt rushed, felt fake, and illogical. Sometimes I wish production companies would look at the script and visualize what’s going on cause in today’s world this stuff is totally different.
Anyways, I like Transformers and the concept but the tiny details just really make me question the writer’s knowledge for what society is actually like. Feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts.