as a dad of a certain age, transformers is. . .awesome. i admit it. i teared up in 1986 when optimus prime died.

so i await the new transformers movie with bated breath. also with some trepidation. i know michael bay can direct explosions. but what about the rest?

wired has a great article about the other feelings involved with optimus prime and his cohort.

my favorite part of the article was at the end. it sums up exactly how i feel:

With bated breath and shaken faith we await the return of our Almighty Rig. Because without Prime, we’re stuck with whiney Spider-Boys, metrosexual pirates, and koan-spouting kung-fu Christs in designer sunglasses and unisex clubwear. Because he died protecting us in ‘86, and nothing’s ever been the same since. Because these days, the only real men left are giant robots. It’s moot, of course: With or without the sons of Prime, Transformers will do zero-to-bank in four seconds. Still, we wonder: When Papa comes truckin’ home, will we recognize him?