5:14 p.m. - 2004-10-11
Comic Ballet
Data-log: 11.10.2004
Location: Earth
User: Tracks
sometimes it is just not worth coming out of your box.
i was reserved on Saturday afternoon with all the good intentions of being finally bought the next day. so into storage i go, and where do they put me? oh no, not on a pristinely cleaned and waxed shelf befitting of someone like me, noooo. i get squashed on a tiny dust-covered ledge, and to add to the indignity of it all, get covered by a fat, plush dinosaur in a particularly hideous shade of purple.
when they finally found me, i was unceremoniously shoved into a PAPER bag - PAPER! Like plastic has not been invented or something - and then to make matters worse, rather than have the bag to myself, my new owner decides to put in more bags, leaving precious little space for yours truly. i was just so grateful none of the other Autobots saw me like that.
from there, i was taken to, of all places, a Ballet. not inside a beautiful theatre where someone like me would feel quite at home. this thing was outdoors, under an open sky. we had to sit on the grass, it was absolutely humiliating.
then, after being pain-stakingly (and believe me, there was alot of Pain) transformed to my robot mode, which along the course of the way i had BOTH my legs pulled out - oh Primus, the embarresment - i was finally able to watch this so-called Ballet in peace.
personally i dont know what Jazz finds appealing in it. it is nothing more than skinny humans leaping and twirling across a stage to the sound of other humans wailing like banshees. that cant be good for my audio receptors. after two hours of that torture, i was put inside my owner's personal bag, which i have to say was alot more comfortable than the paper bag i arrived in, but far more stinkier.
the things i endure to be me.
*swats Tracks away from the keyboard like a turbofly*
and my bag is NOT stinky! just be grateful i didnt pull out more than your legs.
for the record, Jean had won a pair of tickets to Ballet Under the Stars, and since i was the only one who could sit through something like that i decided to go along.
earlier, after a one-hour choir practise, we had a little surprise b'day party for Bernard, our organist/choir-leader where at least we got a free lunch. once we were done there, C and i went down to our usual Sunday afternoon location. where else but Clarke Quay.
i was on a mission to find the remaining Dreamwave TF G1 Vol 3 comics, having bought issue 1 and 7 the previous day. i was especially desperate to get issue 8 since according to some of my Cellmates, it featured heavily on Jazz and the Lambo Twins. do you seriously expect me to resist that?! Especially since "Jazz was dropping puns left and right" and "The Lambos sniped at each other and fought like hell". thankfully i found all the issues in one store in CQ, though i think they forgot to give me issue 3. ah well, can always go back and get it next Sunday.
woohoo! finally less focus on Prime and Megatron and more on the Underlings. pfft, who needs leaders anyways?
