Kitty Pryde

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If we're changing codenames now, dibs on Mega-Destroyer. And if someone can make me a mecha suit to go with the new name, I'll love you forever.

I am ridiculously excited for this new Little Women movie but I have a confession.

Unlike most people I've talked to, I never really emphasized with Jo. I'm Team Amy, all the way. (Who has yet to be done any sort of justice to in the movies. At least in my opinion.)

So for now, that's currently my day of Christmas plan. Little Women in the morning, Kingston Wok in the afternoon. Or maybe Jade Palace. Decisions, decisions.

I'm debating a radical change when I get back to the mansion. Like chopping off my hair and dying it blonde. Then again, maybe that's not radical enough.

In other news, what do you all think about turning the Danger Room into an ice rink for the holidays? Maybe program in some simulations of Elsa and Anna, add a few reindeer, string some lights around the door? Could be cathartic.

Every time I see the COH pop up in the news (which happens far too often, even if it is on the back page or a line somebody typed on Reddit), I remember a funeral in Chicago.

It was an old friend of mine from ballet class. She and I stayed in touch, not a lot but a line here and there in email. But we're the same age so when she was killed at the age of 23, it hit me hard. Real hard. She'd never said she was a mutant but then again, I guess I should also say that she never said she wasn't. And the way things are, the way they've always been, should I fault her for that?

But either way, I still don't know if she was. Certainly no one expected it when we first heard the shouting outside the walls of the church.

Her mother hadn't started crying yet. That woman managed to hold it together all through the service, even when people started talking about Julie and the things we remembered about her whether it was how she used to wear mismatched socks on purpose or the time that she saved another kid from drowning at her own birthday party. (Well, kind of. It was pretty shallow water.) I followed Julie's parents out the doors of the church and when they stood there and saw all these signs... It was then that Lorraine started to cry.

I can't describe what it feels like, to see something like that. White sign after white sign after white sign. A wall of hate. Messages for someone who might not have even deserved them. Messages that were actually meant for someone like me.

My mother was there and she held my hand so hard that I could barely feel my fingers. Later, I'd open my palm and see little half-moons from her fingernails in it. My head started aching like it used to when I wasn't much more than a kid and she knew it, I could tell. She just kept repeating over and over, "Just walk, Kate. Keep walking."

I did. But now I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd phased. Or... I don't know. Hit someone? I know that isn't what Charles taught us but there are times when I wonder how long we can remain peaceful. How long before we have no other choice but to fight or be killed?

So.... exactly how disastrous would it be to deep fry a turkey for Thanksgiving?

I have phasing abilities for a reason, right?

Reporting in from Chicago:

Well. There isn't too much to report, really. The hot dogs are still fantastic, the weather's crap, and I find myself missing New York more than I ever thought I would. Because, reasons.

On the bright side, my mother's just down the street. But is that really a bright side?

It's hitting that point in the summer when I really start wishing for winter. Or at least just to pack up some gear, throw my laptop and a sleeping bag in the car, then drive up to the mountains. Or anywhere it's colder. The question is, where?

Mother's Day. It's one of those holidays that's happy and bittersweet, all at the same time. All the coulda, woulda, shoulda beens running around my head today.

Speaking of which, it's time to call my mom. We've never had the easiest of relationships but at least I've still got her.

Being that it's St. Patrick's Day, I should probably go to a pub and drink green beer or something 'cause it's what you do.

However, not being Irish, I gotta say that the allure of tonight's New York City Drone Film Festival has won out. Spent today watching a few panels, made some plans to go drink with a few fellow nerds, then tomorrow I'm off to watch the drone demonstrations.

It all kind of makes me wish I'd gone into a different profession.