I am eagerly awaiting Tim Burton's newest movie '9'. It tickles me absolutely pink that a movie called 9 is coming out on 9-9-09. So to commend this joyous occasion I will be wearing a giant shawl thing made of a material that looks like a tator sack. Can't wait.

I love transformers. I have loved them since I first saw the original cartoon in third grade. (I think it was on DvD but it's hard to remember.)

And even way back then something has always bothered me. The females (or femmes as most call them). They were like stereotypes all of them wore high heels, makeup, and were tall and skinny. I've pretty much gotten over that a long time ago but my 10 year old self was enraged. So I made my own femme.

She was short, had an attitude, and was single. I called her Big Bertha. I absolutly loved her. She was loud, chunky, and turned into a humongus motorcycle that would make you bow-legged for a week if you tried to ride her. Big B was also independent. To a fault.

She was always bossing people around and charging head on into battle. she never doubted herself and knew who she was. And extremely stubborn. God I loved her.