It's all my fault

Because my wife is gone on business, various friends of ours have been kicked into "Check in on Skob" mode, randomly e-mailing me to take me out and keep me occupied...keeping me out of trouble or some such noble deed. So far, I have an invitation to see friends on nearby Bainbridge Island, which is always tempting but I'll wait for my beloved to return home first. No real reason, except I think the invite was actually for next Saturday and I don't want to make some horrible visitation faux-pas by going out there on this Saturday.

You can see why my wife keeps our social calendar.

Anyway, I do know this weekend I'm being taken to the new Xmen movie that's opening Friday. Yep, I'm going with the rest of the elephantine masses, paying my bucks and helping to push the film to the top of the box office, thereby causing film snobs everywhere to grimace and say that mature, thoughtful cinema in America has been defeated yet again by juvenile costumed action flicks with little plot or substance.

And I say yes, but Nightcrawler is going to be in the new film, and Nightcrawler was my favorite mutant in the comic book on which the films are based.

And he's being played by Alan Cumming, of all people. A legit Scottish actor, who was spellbinding as the slimy villain in Julie Taymor's "Titus."

Can't wait.