I have always prided myself on my memory. I don’t mean like remembering if I paid bills, important dates, or people’s names…I’m horrible at that stuff. No, I mean the memories of my youth and almost anything that my brain has tagged with an emotion. Hence me being a hated man during arguments because I do remember the facts no matter what the other person says.
My brain has always been able to latch onto emotional based memories. I think that is why I have been able to remember in vivid detail memories from when I was three years old, good and bad. Which I might add gives me pause to what my kids will remember when they’re older. I can remember nightmares I’ve had over the years, starting with one where I was afraid of Frankenstein’s Monster and the only person who could save me was my much older cousin. I envisioned my cousin as Robin Hood because he was starting to learn how to bow hunt. I remember he came up over a hill side and began firing arrows and scared the beast away, then I woke up.
I can remember the dream, the lightning that arced behind the lumbering monster, and even how my room was set up at that time in my life. I don’t know if others remember things like this. I’ve been a pretty solitary creature for most of my life and the moments I did spend with people weren’t spent talking about childhood nightmares. Of course the older I have gotten, I now find it easier to make connections with people. Marriage, children, and this blog have all helped with that. But still memories and stuff don’t come up in everyday conversion.
Now with all of that out of the way I can now get into the whole reason I’m writing this. Forgetting things. In my last Nostalgic Ramblings post I talked forgetting about a local toy store in the mall and how it made me feel. I also talked about how nostalgia in general makes me feel all anxious and what not. I’ve always been able to trust my memories but when they fail me it scares me.
But this is something that is a little different. I wanted to write a post about some of the bat-shit crazy explanations Marvel gave for some of the mutations in the X-men. I started out writing the creative side of the post and stuff. Since I’m at work writing this I didn’t have all of my resource materials with me. As soon as I got home I dove into my long boxes to uncover the books I thought I was looking for. I thumbed through the pages until I found the exact page I was looking for. I read it…then reread it…then I read it again for good measure and it was NOT what I was looking for. I franticly flip through other comics, books, and role playing supplements, none of which had what I was looking for. As I stood there in my side of the laundry room I felt lost. Was I going crazy?
I spent a good portion of the night doing Google searches. Each time I would look I would rearrange the wording or add and subtract words in hopes of yielding any type of answer. I found NOTHING. I then sent an email to a buddy of mine that I’ve been friends with since the 5th grade. I asked if he remembered what I was talking about and if he remembered where we read this little nugget of information at. See, this factoid was so bonkers insane that it was something we joked about for decades.
I finally got a response email this morning. He did remember but couldn’t remember where it was from. He offered up a few ideas but sadly they were books I had already flipped through last night and another that we both had lost over time and would have no way of getting any time soon.
It was great to get some validation that I was not going insane but I’m still climbing the walls because I can’t remember where I read it at.
So let me ask you…yes you loyal reader where this information came from.
When the X-men were first created in 1963 by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, the term “mutant” was one of wonderment and fear. In a 2004 interview, Stan Lee said “I couldn’t have everybody bitten by a radioactive spider or exposed to a gamma ray explosion. And I took the cowardly way out. I said to myself, ‘Why don’t I just say they’re mutants. They were born that way.'” Lee devised the series title after Marvel publisher Martin Goodman turned down the initial name, “The Mutants,” stating that readers would not know what a “mutant” was.
Sadly some of the writers and creative teams behind the “Mutants” at Marvel didn’t understand what a mutant was either. Being born with a super power is an easy McGuffin that doesn’t need to be explained, but some decided that they did need to be explained. These explanations proved to be even more far fetched than simply being born with a mutant power. This odd trend only seemed to effect the newer members of the X-Men, but even one of the original members of “Marvel’s Mighty Mutants” got a bonkers explanation – I’m looking at you Scott Summers.
Now I’m not talking about the funky retconning they did to Cyclops’ optic blast. It originally was based on solar absorption then they changed it to his eyes being gateways to another dimension…c’mon Marvel, why? I digress, sorry.
What I’m talking about was something insane they wrote about the teams gentle giant Colossus. I once read that when Colossus transformed into his metal coated form he was actually switching bodies with a person of a metal race in another dimension. It wasn’t cool enough to just say “He Was Born That Way” and could turn to metal….no, he had the totally bat-shit power of switching bodies with some poor schmuck somewhere else in time and space. Imagine that poor bastard, a dude use to being metal and doing stuff metal people do. Then…WHAM…soft squishy human flesh. What if that poor dude was carrying a heavy rock or trucking across a lava river or something? Poor dude!! I swear it even said it was a dimension where it was barbaric. I could have thought that myself while counting down the reasons it would suck to have your body forcibly switched on you daily by Pyotr Nikolayevich Rasputin. If that was true, imagine being on the battlefield. Swords and axes swinging every which way. Your metal frame deflecting oncoming attacks, then ZIPPITY POW…flesh!!! WTF!!
So anyway, does ANYONE remember this bit of bizarre X-Men trivia? If so, where was it from. Hopefully not somewhere easy and I’m not just being a dullard. Remember, it is real no matter how odd it sounds.
I have scraped my original post for the sake of just knowing the truth….please HELP!!
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