We all have responsibilities in this house. For instance, Tango is responsible for taking out the trash-taking the bag from the kitchen trash up to the main trash can.
This is where you are saying "hold on there- a 65 gram bird can't carry a 13 gallon trash bag..." and you would be correct. I help with the heavy lifting part of that. He just supervises. It's still his job tho, and no one can take it from him.
This morning, we had the following conversation:
Me: Tango, we have a mission. This trash needs to go up. And there is only one bird I trust to help with this
I've been watching Once Upon a Time since season 1, through all it's twists and turns and mythology-building. I have been a fan of the way it takes old and new Disney works, gives them a good dusting, and lights them in new and exciting ways. It shines new light on old villains and lets us see them...human. In season 5, we got the Sword in the Stone crossed with Brave.
So season 6, it's time to go further, and bolder.
Friends and readers, I submit my candidate for the season 6 opening.
First, the foreshadowing setup from the end of season 5. As Emma is changing out the battery on her volkswagen, she comes across a picture she hasn't seen before. It's a family, father, mother, 2 daughters, on a beach. The father is playing a ukulele. From the bushes, a silhouette views her. We see an enlarged head, large, sensitive ears. Just before the scene goes black for the season we see... antennae...?
For season 6, the opening logo is...
OHANA is coming
I'm not going to reveal any major plot points except to tease that after the mid-season break is the two night crossover:
remember that you heard it here first, true believer. EXCELSIOR!
Hound wishes he were human. The dark, barren metalscapes of Cybertron no longer interest him. Now that Hound has been shipwrecked on Earth, he considers this planet his home. He sees humankind as beautiful and wishes he could interact with their ecosphere the same way they do, to feel what they feel and to see what they see.
He treasures his job as an Autobot scout, making good use of his ability to project holograms for added disguise. He uses this opportunity to explore the breathtaking caverns and mountainous expanses that Earth provides. He's a meek, benevolent soul, even compared to his fellow Autobots. He gets along with the more blood-thirsty of their ranks but not the most blood-thirsty of their ranks.
His nicknames are Sarge, Nose, and Sniffer.
Hound was cool on the original show. He was one of the first autobots to appear in the first episode, trying to be the voice of reason and stop Cliffjumper from an ill conceived attempt to snuff Megatrons Spark. Hound had the ability to project holograms, which saved himself, Gears, Ratchet and Ironhide in Fire in the Sky
I had, and still have, G1 hound, in complete condition. He is surprisingly innovative.
This post is not about him. it is about the updates that have come since.
As I mentioned in my post about the Bloggess-Sometimes we value things for the stories behind them. A cool Collectible is cooler because of the story that goes with it- it gives Context, Meaning, and History- it's the archaeology of our collections, and even our lives. We are more than mere flesh, for we are a living history and a series of unique experiences, subjective to ourselves.
There is a commercial out for Star Wars Battlefront on Playstation, where the man starts the Commercial holding an ancient and very battered Kenner R2D2 toy, and remembering Lightsaber fights with flashlights...
I think in the coming months, I am going to focus even more on that- on the stories that make up who I am and why I think that crazy shit. On De-Mythifying Mr Smith. Because we all have those stories- and if I tell mine, maybe you will remember yours.
I have a tank- Hailstorm- not a toy I would have bought myself, but it's the one my Dad picked for me the year he bought transformers for the "boys" (who were all grown-ass men). I Have Windcharger -Special because I really really wanted the figure, which was rare, and I found it at Ross for $5. You have things like this too. It may be a lucky shirt, a wallet, a watch. But it has a value of history to you that is priceless.
Just an odd term I conjured in a dream. The me I was in the dream was told not to bring/add to his "gamble armies" referring to gaming miniatures or tokens. I woke from this dream with the memoriy of this phrase and searched it... nothing. Looks like it was original recipe me. The usage was something like "don't bring your little gamble armies over here".
Dreams are fascinating, how we interpret the random stuff in our minds into little snippets or in some cases glorious, serial mythologies. I have visited, and revisited on different nights places in dreams that I recognize but know that they do not exist in the waking world.
I once had a series of dreams where I was unearthing things I had buried because we were moving and I didn't want them found by anyone else. I would have the dream, a few nights later, the same one, or a continuation.
There are relaxed, simple dreams, fighting dreams, running dreams, running dreams that turn into fighting dreams, sexy dreams, frustration dreams, freak-me-the-hell-out dreams...
Oh, and work dreams... not a fan. I work hard all day, assisting people. I like it, but that doesn't mean I necessarily want to encounter the same problems when I am catching some Z's. I can say that at least one insoluble issue from the day before I woke up with a working solution.
I guess I will bring my damn gamble armies anywhere I darn well please.
