It’s listed as X3, X-Men 3, X3: The Last Stand, X-Men: The Last Stand, so I don’t know what to actually call it. The title card said X-Men: The Last Stand, so I guess I’ll work with that one for the time being. Don’t marketing people coordinate anymore? As you can guess, I took in a showing this Sunday afternoon with some friends, and…
I just met a man named Wayne Arnold.
I bet a lot of people try to contain their smiles when he introduces himself.
But hey, I’m used to it too. My real name is “Optimus Prime.”
Hm. Does anyone else find Back to the Future fan fiction strange?
Would you find it stranger if all of the characters were vampires?
I would, but then again I write Matlock/Star Trek fanfic in my spare time, where they’re all towering robots from a dark cybertronic dimension. Who am I to judge someone for having strange passions?
Hop in your Delorean and go visit the children of the night at Back to the Vampire!
EDIT: Come to think of it, a vampire with a time-traveling car would be pretty much unstoppable. There would be no end to his merciless black hunger, or his heartwarming time-hopping anachronistic hijinx.
Presenting the new and improved…
THE LEGION OF SUBSTITUTE HEROES
Their members include (according to Wikipedia):
Infectious Lass, who spontaneously generates infectious diseases (and once became Infectious Lad, after giving himself a case of Granderian Gender Reversal Germs)
Color Kid, Ulu Vakk, Lupra can change the color of objects. Gained his power after being struck by a ray from another dimension (Adventure Comics #365 – Meet the Legion)
and
Antenna Lad, who has the power to tune into any broadcast from any era but mostly at random.
I was in a group like this back in high school. It was called “Art Club.” Our powers included making terrible pretentious paintings, and getting beat up by “The Legion of Football Team.”
Conversation with my mother last night:
Mom: “How are you?”
Me: “Not so great. My meds aren’t working.”
“Well, maybe it’s just circumstance. You’re going through a bad time.”
“Actually, I’m pretty okay with that now. I’m still depressed.”
“If it’s not that, then what do you have to be depressed about?”
“I’m just depressed. Period.”
“So? Stop it.”
Says my mother, miserable for as long as I’ve known her, until she started taking antidepressants a couple years ago. Which she is still on, and speaks highly of. She also followed this up with a list of why her life was worse, and then listed reasons that I shouldn’t be depressed.
I think this is the same syndrome that makes rich people tell lower-class people to ‘stop being so poor.’
EDIT: On the list of worst things to say to someone that’s depressed, this conversation included… 40% of the list. Granted, many of the things are slightly varied versions of other things on the list, but the idea is there: you don’t really have a problem, you can work out of it if you just put your mind to it, and other people have it worse so shut up and stop whining. Like the list says, platitudes are not helpful, because platitudes do not acknowledge depression for what it is, and they usually implicitly withhold social permission to feel depressed.
I don’t think I’m going to talk to my mother about these things anymore. Instead, I have my imaginary friend, “Katharine McPhee.” She believes in me! Imaginarily.