Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Last night, once the girls had been strong-armed into bed, Spouse and I sat down like old married people (I with my knitting in my lap) and did some channel surfing before landing on the last third of the first X-Men movie. I had seen it before, Spouse had not. So I found myself filling him in, not only on the plot points of the film, but the backstory from the comics. I've got some excuse: I worked in the industry for three years, and was a long-time comics reader. Still, being able to explain the underlying tension of civilization versus instinct in Wolverine is not necessarily something I'd put on my resume. Sometime mid-sentence I stopped, put my head on his shoulder and murmured, "I'm such a geek. I'm glad you love me." To which he (properly trained fellow) replied, "I love you because you're such a geek."