It's a really good thing I've got eight hours of being bored stupid in an uncomfortable chair ahead of me, because I don't think I slept last night, I was too excited. Wow.
We sounded good. People Covered in Fish actually sounded like a real band. Okay, a band with a really weird playlist, but still. And it wasn't just from behind the drums, I snuck out to the front of the club about halfway through the set and we sounded good from there too. I guess I shouldn't be this surprised, but, man. I wanna do that again.
And then of course Ms. Blaire made the music industry look like idiots for kicking her to the curb, but we all knew that was going to happen. Haven't been able to stop humming some of the new songs, not that anybody can tell that's what I'm humming. :)
Em's Question
I wasn't sure if I was going to do this, because I didn't know if it would look like I was boasting about how easy I had it, but then a couple of things Em said, and I remembered my mom at her dad's memorial service talking about how he never really talked about what he did to earn his medals, because so many of his friends didn't come back from missions and he always did. And I still wish he hadn't felt that way.
I don't really have a dramatic story about how I found out I was a mutant. There's a big tree in my backyard that I've been climbing ever since I could reach the lowest branch, and one of the times I took a nap up there, I fell out, and when I woke up there were two of me.
I'm not going to really dwell on what it was like before we figured out ways to control my powers, or how I felt when my friends stopped talking to me, or the things I miss, like walking down the street and not constantly making sure I don't bump into anybody too hard and nothing hits me. It was confusing and scary and losing my friends hurt, but it's not really the important thing.
The important thing was that first day, when I ran inside--both of me in lockstep, because it was going to be a while before I figured out how to make my dupes do different things--and my mom saw what had happened, she put down the plate she was washing, gave me a hug, and told me it would be all right. And my dad did the same thing when he came in from the barn. Neither of them had to think about it, and even though I knew they were scared they didn't let it show, and that's why I know there has to be more to it than mutants versus humans.
Ms. Frost's Question
Is it okay if I say I don't know? I mean, if I were still in my old school I'd just be starting my junior year, and I don't think they make you make huge world-changing decisions about your life until after you take the SATs. I don't even know what I want to major in, or where I want to go to college, so everything after that seems like a whole other planet.
The thing I keep going back to when I think about what I wish were different, though, is--well, look, we have Superman, and Buffy, and the Matrix, and this whole cultural thing about telling stories about people with amazing powers, and the people in the stories get called heroes. And here we are, actual people with actual amazing powers, and we get called monsters. I have no idea how to really do it, but if I could do one thing it'd be point that out to people some way they couldn't ignore.
We sounded good. People Covered in Fish actually sounded like a real band. Okay, a band with a really weird playlist, but still. And it wasn't just from behind the drums, I snuck out to the front of the club about halfway through the set and we sounded good from there too. I guess I shouldn't be this surprised, but, man. I wanna do that again.
And then of course Ms. Blaire made the music industry look like idiots for kicking her to the curb, but we all knew that was going to happen. Haven't been able to stop humming some of the new songs, not that anybody can tell that's what I'm humming. :)
Em's Question
I wasn't sure if I was going to do this, because I didn't know if it would look like I was boasting about how easy I had it, but then a couple of things Em said, and I remembered my mom at her dad's memorial service talking about how he never really talked about what he did to earn his medals, because so many of his friends didn't come back from missions and he always did. And I still wish he hadn't felt that way.
I don't really have a dramatic story about how I found out I was a mutant. There's a big tree in my backyard that I've been climbing ever since I could reach the lowest branch, and one of the times I took a nap up there, I fell out, and when I woke up there were two of me.
I'm not going to really dwell on what it was like before we figured out ways to control my powers, or how I felt when my friends stopped talking to me, or the things I miss, like walking down the street and not constantly making sure I don't bump into anybody too hard and nothing hits me. It was confusing and scary and losing my friends hurt, but it's not really the important thing.
The important thing was that first day, when I ran inside--both of me in lockstep, because it was going to be a while before I figured out how to make my dupes do different things--and my mom saw what had happened, she put down the plate she was washing, gave me a hug, and told me it would be all right. And my dad did the same thing when he came in from the barn. Neither of them had to think about it, and even though I knew they were scared they didn't let it show, and that's why I know there has to be more to it than mutants versus humans.
Ms. Frost's Question
Is it okay if I say I don't know? I mean, if I were still in my old school I'd just be starting my junior year, and I don't think they make you make huge world-changing decisions about your life until after you take the SATs. I don't even know what I want to major in, or where I want to go to college, so everything after that seems like a whole other planet.
The thing I keep going back to when I think about what I wish were different, though, is--well, look, we have Superman, and Buffy, and the Matrix, and this whole cultural thing about telling stories about people with amazing powers, and the people in the stories get called heroes. And here we are, actual people with actual amazing powers, and we get called monsters. I have no idea how to really do it, but if I could do one thing it'd be point that out to people some way they couldn't ignore.