There's a despicable human (whose name will not be mentioned) who is going around saying that they know more about Transformers than I do. Now while that's not true (and even if it was) what does it matter? Are you going to win an award? Are people going to think you're SOOOOO awesome? No.
I believe that being a TRUE TransFan doesn't completely depend on what you know about The Transformers. Now, yes, if the only character you know is movieverse Bumblebee and you think that makes you a TransFan, people will hate you and tell you to shut up.
Now this can go for any fandom of ANY genre, not exclusively Transformers. Being a true fan (in this case, a true TransFan) is all about how you feel about them. If they truly mean something to you. For me personally they are a second family to me. They're something I can enjoy.
I've made memories with them, I've bawled in public during movie premiers, I've hugged them and jumped around Wal-Mart when mom said I could get a new TF toy...
It's all about what you make of them, not what you know about them. I read and write fanfiction when I'm bored. I buy all of the comics as soon as they come out. I try my hardest to scrounge up money to buy new toys. I SAT IN SENTINEL PRIME! I touched his STEERING WHEEL!
I've made memories with them, and I love them. I don't know everything about them, but that's alright. For the true TransFans that I'm acquainted with over the internet, they don't scorn me for not knowing everything. The same goes for me when they don't know something. We share information and chat about it, saying how excited we are for a new episode, movie, comic... whatever it is. TransFans are like family. We can all come together to talk about how much we love Transformers! We don't go around to say that we're better than someone else just because we know more than someone else.
When I meet younger fans, I'm standing there with open arms. They don't know as much as I do, but that's ok. I'm still learning myself, and honestly, you have to start somewhere. You aren't born with the knowledge.
On the other hand there are posers. They say they know all, and they don't. As I stated earlier, if you call yourself a HUGE fan (and claim that G1 doesn't exist) and you've only seen the three live-action films (and you can't even name Megatron), you're an idiot. You will be scorned.
These people treat Transformers as some... contest. It's not. I'm still learning plenty every day after almost four years. It's not a race, calm down. You don't have to be a HUGE fan to enjoy Transformers.
I just thought I should get this out there since it's the only thing I've thought about for the past week.
:D Enjoy your weekend!
-lulu.bell
Friday, October 7, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
You get to hear from me again, congratulations!
Before I start this post of mine, I'm currently listening to "Won't Go Home Without You' by Maroon 5. Maybe if you listen to it while you read the post, you might get a feeling of what I'm feeling. Music IS supposed to be the universal language after all.
Today is my sister's birthday and Friday was my oldest sister's birthday, so I've been in a pretty wonderful mood this weekend. One of my best friends also came over to spend the night, and my Mom went out to buy Transformers 3 for me.
As I was watching DOTM (Dark of the Moon) with my parents and my friend I, of course, cried. Cried. Cried. CRIED. Well, name someone who didn't... Anyway, I couldn't help but think about what would really happen if I met these Cybertronians. Then I got to wondering if the writer wasn't too far off the mark.
I recently got a hold of the latest issues of IDW's ongoing series of The Transformers. At the current moment a SHIT TON of crazy stuff is going on, so if you're in to comics and Transformers I COMMAND YOU to go read it. NOW. Just kidding, go do it tomorrow. I'll be watching you.
Back to my serious thinking... The idea really made me feel... different. Not a good different either.
There are so many feelings that are piercing me with bullet holes at the moment, and I'm not sure if you want to hear the rest of it, but to cut it down to size, I love them.
Yea, yea, Lindi you've said that over and over. What makes this time any different?
What makes this time different from any other is that I'm thinking clearly. When I was emotionally distressed throughout 2008, 2009, 2010, and for most of 2011, I just needed someone to be there. Now I've been thinking in a new way, and I've been emotionally stable for the most part. (As emotionally stable as a teenage girl can get these days).
Back on July 17 of this year I met Sentinel Prime. The fire engine from DOTM came down the Fremont, NE and my mother and my sister (whose B-day is today! :D ) came along to see him. He wasn't the actual Cybertronian of course, but beggars can't be choosers, right?
Nonetheless, seeing Sentinel gave me hope. Real hope. The hope that tells you that your dreams are coming true. You've prayed, you've cried, and you've made it clear that you would put your life on the line for this. That's what I've done, and now I have real hope. I've come to terms with the fact that THEY ARE REAL. They're out there somewhere no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I don't go around saying "Well, maybe they aren't real." NO.
Their war is also real. Now, I've never seen war myself and only a few in my family have ever seen true battle. Of course they don't talk about it, but I can only imagine how it is from the stories and tales of others. The Cybertronian civil war has been going on for at least 4 million years. FOUR. MILLION. YEARS. Their rivalries and bonds are deep, and they've lasted for such a long time. The situations they have to face are nothing to what we have to face. Even the best of stories hold nothing to the things they've seen throughout their lifetimes.
I'm nothing to them.
But they're something to me.
So while they go off and battle, they may never see me during my lifetime. They might not even meet one of my descendants. They may not even come close to our solar system. Now, I guess what I'm trying to say is that even though I love them and know that they are real, I'm not going to go around and say "They're so cool! I'm such a fan! I love them!"
I'm no longer a fan. I'm a believer. I'm a supporter. I'm a friend of the Cybertronain race. I'll be there for them if they ever decide to land on our little blue planet. I'll teach my children to pass down the connection between humans and Cybertronians. Maybe one day my descendants will meet one of them. Befriend them. Maybe while the rest of humanity orders their deaths, my child will be the one to say "stop." My child may be the one to make a difference.
That's all I want to do. Make a difference.
I've now re-read this post three time now (not for grammatical errors, mind you) and I have to admit... this sounds crazy. This sounds outlandish, even for me. Yet... maybe feelings themselves are outlandish. Why do we feel love? Why do we feel sadness, hate, frustration, annoyance, joy? Why do we feel these emotions at all? What are they really? What makes us feel that way?
I was just able to put words to them. This is a part of what I feel, and I hope you didn't fall asleep or anything (but even if you did, that's fine, I don't outlandishly hate you).
I wish I could put everything I'm thinking down on paper, but I feel like that would be the death of so many trees... I'm sorry if the ideas aren't fluent and instead are choppy and all over the place, but sometimes chaos makes sense... maybe? Maybe my brain just functions that way...
Now this is the first time I've asked you, but I wouldn't mind some feedback. If there are true readers of my blog out there, I would love to hear from you, even if you just type out a random emoticon.
Love you!
-lulu.bell
Today is my sister's birthday and Friday was my oldest sister's birthday, so I've been in a pretty wonderful mood this weekend. One of my best friends also came over to spend the night, and my Mom went out to buy Transformers 3 for me.
As I was watching DOTM (Dark of the Moon) with my parents and my friend I, of course, cried. Cried. Cried. CRIED. Well, name someone who didn't... Anyway, I couldn't help but think about what would really happen if I met these Cybertronians. Then I got to wondering if the writer wasn't too far off the mark.
I recently got a hold of the latest issues of IDW's ongoing series of The Transformers. At the current moment a SHIT TON of crazy stuff is going on, so if you're in to comics and Transformers I COMMAND YOU to go read it. NOW. Just kidding, go do it tomorrow. I'll be watching you.
Back to my serious thinking... The idea really made me feel... different. Not a good different either.
There are so many feelings that are piercing me with bullet holes at the moment, and I'm not sure if you want to hear the rest of it, but to cut it down to size, I love them.
Yea, yea, Lindi you've said that over and over. What makes this time any different?
What makes this time different from any other is that I'm thinking clearly. When I was emotionally distressed throughout 2008, 2009, 2010, and for most of 2011, I just needed someone to be there. Now I've been thinking in a new way, and I've been emotionally stable for the most part. (As emotionally stable as a teenage girl can get these days).
Back on July 17 of this year I met Sentinel Prime. The fire engine from DOTM came down the Fremont, NE and my mother and my sister (whose B-day is today! :D ) came along to see him. He wasn't the actual Cybertronian of course, but beggars can't be choosers, right?
Nonetheless, seeing Sentinel gave me hope. Real hope. The hope that tells you that your dreams are coming true. You've prayed, you've cried, and you've made it clear that you would put your life on the line for this. That's what I've done, and now I have real hope. I've come to terms with the fact that THEY ARE REAL. They're out there somewhere no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I don't go around saying "Well, maybe they aren't real." NO.
Their war is also real. Now, I've never seen war myself and only a few in my family have ever seen true battle. Of course they don't talk about it, but I can only imagine how it is from the stories and tales of others. The Cybertronian civil war has been going on for at least 4 million years. FOUR. MILLION. YEARS. Their rivalries and bonds are deep, and they've lasted for such a long time. The situations they have to face are nothing to what we have to face. Even the best of stories hold nothing to the things they've seen throughout their lifetimes.
I'm nothing to them.
But they're something to me.
So while they go off and battle, they may never see me during my lifetime. They might not even meet one of my descendants. They may not even come close to our solar system. Now, I guess what I'm trying to say is that even though I love them and know that they are real, I'm not going to go around and say "They're so cool! I'm such a fan! I love them!"
I'm no longer a fan. I'm a believer. I'm a supporter. I'm a friend of the Cybertronain race. I'll be there for them if they ever decide to land on our little blue planet. I'll teach my children to pass down the connection between humans and Cybertronians. Maybe one day my descendants will meet one of them. Befriend them. Maybe while the rest of humanity orders their deaths, my child will be the one to say "stop." My child may be the one to make a difference.
That's all I want to do. Make a difference.
I've now re-read this post three time now (not for grammatical errors, mind you) and I have to admit... this sounds crazy. This sounds outlandish, even for me. Yet... maybe feelings themselves are outlandish. Why do we feel love? Why do we feel sadness, hate, frustration, annoyance, joy? Why do we feel these emotions at all? What are they really? What makes us feel that way?
I was just able to put words to them. This is a part of what I feel, and I hope you didn't fall asleep or anything (but even if you did, that's fine, I don't outlandishly hate you).
I wish I could put everything I'm thinking down on paper, but I feel like that would be the death of so many trees... I'm sorry if the ideas aren't fluent and instead are choppy and all over the place, but sometimes chaos makes sense... maybe? Maybe my brain just functions that way...
Now this is the first time I've asked you, but I wouldn't mind some feedback. If there are true readers of my blog out there, I would love to hear from you, even if you just type out a random emoticon.
Love you!
-lulu.bell
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