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So word around the campfire and this has been verified by the Shepard Smith on FOX news G-block, that the will be making a live action (like that means much when it’ll no doubt be heavily filled with computer animated visual effects) version of The Transformers.
Michael Bay is set to direct so that might give it a competent action look (hopefully not overly stylized like everything Jerry Brukheimer has ever done). There are a few guys who claim to be fans of the old show (it’s difficult not to be) so I am optimistic.
The things I loved about the series and the motion picture (they’ve already done a Transformers movie and it’s awesome) were the music and the characters. Now in animation the audio component is extremely important in every respect. That said the best way to ensure that this incarnation of Transformers will “work” is to get all the original voice actors of the original series. If Megatron is voice by Gene Hackman instead of Frank Welker and if Optimus Prime is voice by like a Brad Pitt (ubiquity abounds) instead of Peter Cullen it just won’t work. I know the “star power” is a big deal these days but the truth is that I don’t think sinking millions of dollars into getting big name actors to read the script (no voice talent usually applies see Cameron Diaz in Shrek) will make it more money if you’ve got the real deal when it comes to talented voice actors. In the case of Transformers you are making this for a nostalgia 18-34 crowd that for the most part knows how these characters sound and part of the experience of the movie will be getting back to that.
On a related note the music must be good too. It can be metal but not this Hate Breed, System of a Down crap with some Dashboard Confessional for the sad dramatic part. Stan Bush did an excellent job with the Soundtrack along with Vince DiCola, it has a certain playful almost intensity that is almost an ironic take on the sometimes (usually too serious metal). I’d say a group that could blend that kind of crazy metal with some techno (this is about robots after all) would be like a Linkin’ Park. I think if there is a consistency brought to the soundtrack it will work best rather than just offering a mix disc of Billboard top 40 mediocre rock songs.

TYLER- You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa you’ll ever need in your life; no matter what else goes wrong, you’ve got the sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the right bed. The drapes. The rug. This is how you’re good to yourself. This is how you fill up your life.
-Fight Club

It just hit me . . . People shovel their walks in cold areas during the winter because the salt dissolves in the ice and it melts due to the colligative property know as freezing point depression, that is salt water needs to be colder than 0 C in order to freeze. So when dealing with frozen food like a piece of meat that is not perfectly unfrozen would it not hold that if you were going to add salt you do it during the preparation time to speed up the thawing of the food? I think it is a good idea. Eat your heart out Food Network Cohorts.

I glanced at my watch it was now one thirty seven. Looks like you wouldn’t have made the lunch either. The dilemma struck me. I didn’t want Sarah to be set up for this and I didn’t want to kill her. That stupid bitch. Screw it, get the job done. I’d killed bystanders before it was nothing new. And hell I didn’t plan on ever seeing her again after the job was done anyway. I know the situation; I would do this then catch a taxi cab out to the country where I would meet with Sal who would have stopped by my apartment and gotten my stuff. I was clean, no problem I’d terminated a hit before and I’d keep on doing it until my number was up. Derek wasn’t a bad guy he was just related to one. Not that I was particularly self-righteous I just worked for the other bad guy, so it goes.
I screwed on the silencer. Another habit, waiting until the last minute but the barrel was too uncomfortable to carry around the other way and besides if things did go crazy the extra noise usually helped me find an out since I was the only one not surprised. I pointed the barrel three inches away from Derek’s head the hollow points in the chamber would make quite a mess but that would just delay body identification and buy me an extra few hours of time for my existence in this place to fade into oblivion. I squeezed the trigger a puff of air Derek’s head looked like cherry cobbler.
Sarah roused. She looked me directly in the eyes, there was no fear in them yet; she hadn’t noticed anything. I jerked the gun into her face and fired three shots into her.
I stood in the bedroom for a few moments. Some of Sarah’s blood had splattered onto my tie and shirt. She had actually gotten that close to me. I unscrewed the silencer and put it into my coat pocket, I holstered the gun. I walked out of the room and descended the fire escape.
In the alley I took off my tie coat and shirt. I had a grey undershirt on I untucked it from my pants and messed my hair up. Damn what am I gonna do with my gear? I put the holster on and turned the coat inside-out putting it back on. I crumpled the shirt and tie in my hand and began to walk down the street.
Ten blocks away I tossed the bloody shirt and tie into a dumpster. I hailed a cab and was on my way out of this place.

I clicked the 7th floor this time. An elderly woman was taking the elevator up to the 8th. I I knew these old elevators were in constant disrepair and she no doubt had struggled with the stairs a number of times just to get groceries, just to go on living. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
The door opened and I walked out leaving the old woman. Room 706 belonged to Edward J. Rabwinowitz, a divorced father of two boys. He would be gone today because it was his weekend with the kids. I knocked to be sure, there was no answer. I put on my gloves and removed a lock pick set. These antique door knobs weren’t much of a challenge.
I closed and locked the door. Inside I smelled the faint remnants of a Friday night pizza and movie party with the kids. I walked to the back window and opened it side-stepping my way out onto the fire escape. This side of the building faced a factory with a narrow alleyway between the two so I was still reasonably inconspicuous in my daring feat. I realized this was mighty elaborate and that perhaps I could have just came and knocked on Derek’s door but I was hoping to catch him asleep.
Moving down one flight I could see into Derek’s apartment he wasn’t on the couch. I tried his window it gave and slid open with a subtle whine. Inside, I took a moment of meditative thinking. Approaching the bedroom, I crept past dirty clothes. Derek’s bedroom door was slightly open. I pushed it with my gun and stepped into the dank yellow room. I froze. Sarah lay on the bed sleeping with Derek, their naked bodies twisted together.