I have no idea how the Transformers song goes so everything is sung according to the "Superman...Superman..." tune.
Not to go off on a totally irrelevant tangent: my room's getting transformed!!! Mom's getting the painter-renovation man to come in this Thursday to start on my room. Had it not been the disastrously dismal state of my room walls, I don't think The Parents would ever concede to getting the painter-renovation man in. My walls are crumbling. Big holes where the paint and cement have chipped off, were everywhere, and only hidden by well-placed objects which I've hung on the wall. Hurray for 3M hooks! I think one more good hammer on the wall and the whole thing will just collapse. So The Mother decided that since the guy was coming in to do my room, he might as well do up the whole house as well, and he offered to remove my built-in table as part of the whole 'package' (I think it's just to make his painting job easier, but oh well...), so I can go table-shopping and maybe pick up one that looks country-ish or antique-ish to complete the whole 'transformation' of my room. I've been shifting stuff (my bed, for one) here and there and putting up country-ish stuff on the walls so I can change how my room looks. Going for the country feel.
Dad's watching The Bee Gees DVD...staying alive staying alive....hah hah hah hah..staying alive staying alive....