Last night I met up with my friend Tammy for dinner. I had a great time catching up, since we haven’t been able to keep in touch as month over the past few months. While we were talking, one thing came up that I had been thinking about earlier in the day.
In the X-Men 2 movie, in the scene where “Iceman” and his fellow mutants from the school are at his parents’ house, his mother tells everyone his mutation “is all her fault.” His response was that the determinations was made that the mutation was on the Y-chromosome, so it was actually his father’s. The point of uncertainity was that the statement Iceman made sounded as though it applied to all mutants, not just his specific case. If this is true, there wouldn’t be any female mutants, barring cases of intersexed or androgen insensitivity syndrome. Both of us had made the interpration that it was intended as a blanket statement, but we weren’t 100%. I’ll just have to wait until the DVD, unless someone knows for sure what the statement was.
In other news, if I were elected President of the World, Saturday mornings would be abolished. Everyone should just go straight through to Saturday afternoons. On the plus side, this Saturday morning my car was finally serviced. Apparently, this time I DID get a real appointment. I also stopped off at the mall, where I paid $9.12 for two Mother’s Day cards and had a wonderful whiff of the Hallmark commercialism that permeates the fabric of our society. For the amusement of a few, I did see cards now for your “Other Mother”.
Otherwise, I’ve been enjoying a lazy, overcast Saturday afternoon reading, watching my recorded episodes of MTV’s Undressed (I love my new TIVO-on-the-cheap), and napping. Tonight, I’ll be meeting up with a few of my old residents, which should turn out to be a good time.