Because of my “in between generations” status, I had missed the Transformer Mania the first time around. The TV series was first introduced in 1984. By this time, I was so over cartoons and into “Days of our Lives” that I rolled my giant eyeballs whenever the characters/toys were mentioned and went back to Echo & the Bunnymen on my super slick yellow cassette walkman. I have completely forgotten about Transformers until recently.
The Yahoos are currently bundled up in a Transformer Frenzy. And no thanks to the Winder. She has visited often only to forget about me and give the Yahoos a “quiz” on who the bad guys are, what their names are, and what they transform into. Bless her heart.
Yahoo #1 has the “Bumblebee.” He’s a Transformer or Autobot that transforms into a yellow Camaro with racing stripes. He expects everyone to call him “Bumblebee.”
This is Mikaela.
And me? Who do I get to be? Mikaela. So I keep asking, what kind of car is Mikaela? Is she a 911 Carerra 4S? Or a Cayman S? Is she a Corvette? What type of car is she? To which the Yahoos keep telling me that she isn’t a car. Then I say no fair, how come I don’t get to be a car. So the way I get to play Transformers with the Yahoos – excuse me – Bumblebee and Jazz happens like this: “Mikaela - Can you change my transformer back to car mode? Mikaela - can I have more chocolate milk? Mikaela – can we have friends? Look Mikaela, I figured out how to get my head out! Mikaela, Jazz just kicked me! Mikaela, will you fix the playstation?” etc, etc.
Last weekend, due to inclement better-not-go-boating weather, the Yahoos, Spouse and I ventured to see the movie (Transformers).
I’m flattered. Almost as much as that time Vera said I look like Johnny Depp.