Here at the Correctness, we appreciate our moms a lot. Mostly because until a few years ago, we lived in their basements, but there are many reasons to thank our moms!

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My mom encouraged my nerdiness in oh so many ways, some of which I’m certain she didn’t (and still doesn’t) understand. The first thing I recall (apart from taking me to Star Wars, which might have been Dad’s idea) was to take me out shopping on a sick day from school. She bought be a bunch of Star Wars figures, at the princely sum of $2.00 each. I still have some of these, and have passed possession of them on to my own son, as they are 50 times cooler than the crappy assed new ones that they make.

She was also awesome about taking me to get games for my atari, and even picked up the later games that involved hooking up a tape recorder (which I can’t recall the names of, nor find in my quick google search).

She encouraged my love of computers, buying me a Sinclair zx80 (with the extended memory module), and patiently put up with my complaining whenever a small bump caused it to disconnect. I also remember, years later, her taking me to the store to buy an Atari 800, which was pretty freaking cool.

RobbieRobTown

My Mom was a Librarian. Consequently, after being encouraged to read a lot, I was then permitted to read anything. I had no taste, and desperately trying to recapture the magic of the Lord of the Rings from the first time I read it, I spent my entire adolescence reading the worst kind of crap fiction that existed.  At the time I thought my mom didn’t understand what I saw, but I realize now she actually understood completely, and was allowing me to make my own horrible, horrible mistakes. That was sweet of her.

She used buy MAD magazine for me, when summer road trip season came around, which I thought was hilarious. It was not, I’ll have you know. I used to wonder why my parents didn’t appreciate the advanced comedic concepts contained within. Again, I was wrong, and Mom and Dad were right, just unflinchingly tolerant.

There was a lot of Lego, and immense messes of Lego because of the Lego. My Mom took me to see Return of the Jedi in a real theatre! My mom also got on the 4 month-long reservation list to see worn out copies of Empire Strikes Back and Star Wars on Beta. BETA!

More than anything, my mom was constantly kicking me outside. I think she had a hunch that I had special powers, and that outside is where I could go play with my elf friends, and where I was a Jedi.I don’t know how she knew, maybe she was a Jedi too?

Tbinns

My mom was from an older generation. She was a landed immigrant who grew up in wartime England, so sci fi was not even on the radar. My dad encouraged me to read Tolkien, but then again my dad encouraged reading period regardless of genre. So I think it’s fair to say that my mother encouraged nerdiness through tolerance. There was always a generous amount of Kenner Star Wars toys under the tree.

In fact, one year she was determined to get me a radio controlled R2D2. Trouble is, as I said, this was sooo NOT a part of her world. She couldn’t get “R2D2” out to save her life. It seems weird to us now that someone wouldn’t know who Artoo is but to her it was like cracking a code, and she told me she stood there in the store going through every number letter combination she could think of. Even the store clerk was having trouble remembering.

I got a radio controlled Sandcrawler that year. It was easier to remember.

There was always 5 dollars in her purse for a matinee. And her tolerance level for neighborhood kids piling over to her house and cluttering up her table with strange looking maps, lead figures and books seemed infinite. And she had hobbit like ideas about entertaining, so there was always food on offer, despite the fact that we weren’t exactly the richest family around.

I lost my dad when I was 14 (Hello Lung Cancer, my name is Tony Binns, you killa my father, prepare to die) and my mom on my 26th birthday (Heart attack). I don’t know how she contributed to my nerdiness per se, but she contributed to me being somebody who approached life with a sense of humor, and that, surely is geeky enough.

So for all the Gemini (Atari rip off) games, her patience, her nerd hosting, her buying volumes of d and d books and Star Wars stuff that she barely understood, I would like to say thanks and Happy Mother’s Day…wherever you are. I still remember exactly how you like your coffee, when we meet again.

So, for all the things they did for us, we want to thank our moms.

The Correctness has been receiving a fair amount of e-mail looking for clarifications and understand about plot points in famous films. We, as always, are correct, and aim to spread understanding in these cases. Let us begin.

Dear Correctness,

Was the gun that Edward Norton’s character uses at the end of Fight Club real, or was it imaginary like Tyler Durden?

Jim in Brooklyn

- Jim,

The Correctness follows very strict guidelines in these matters, and as such we would be breaking the first two rules of Fight Club to discuss this.

Dear Correctness,

if Darth Vader became good again at the end of Return of the Jedi, why did Luke burn his body?

Drew in Toronto

-Drew,

Really? That confused you? It was similar to a Viking Burial. It was a respectful gesture, not an angry one. Damn, I’m surprised you didn’t get that. Huh.

Dear Correctness,

How come Lois Lane is alive at the end of Superman. She died in the earthquake in her car.

Jerry in Portland

-Jerry,

Did you not see the part where Superman flew around the Earth a whole bunch of times, really fast? He was reversing time, in order to save Lois. Maybe you were in the bathroom for that part or something.

Dear Correctness,

How come Sylar was still alive after the Season 1 finale of Heroes? We saw him get destroyed.

Jane in L.A.

-Jane,

Look. Heroes is just retarded. Only morons are still watching that shit.That’s all you need to know.

Dear Correctness,

Was Bruce Willis’ character in the Sixth Sense really dead?

Terry in Dallas

-Terry,

Holy crap. Are you really asking that? It was pretty much the whole point of the movie. I need an aspirin.

Dear Correctness,

I’ve never understood this one: In the movie “The Godfather”, which character was The Godfather. It’s very confusing to me.

Gail in St. Louis

Gail,

No. No way. Bullshit. No one is that fucking stupid. You go to hell, Gail.

Dear Correctness,

When you answered that question about Fight Club, what was that bit about the rules. I don’t remember any rules. I don’t get it.

Gill in Tokyo

Gill,

Again, I think you’re jerking my chain. First, EVERYONE knows the First Rule of Fight Club. EVERYONE. Secondly, how did you read the earlier question , when it’s clearly in the same article as this one. Look, when I agreed to do this answers crap, I figured people were going to ask questions about the ending of the Prestige, or the timeline of Donnie Darko, or whatever that mess of an ending of “No Country For Old Men” was. Hell, I was ready to go on at length about the meaning of “There Will Be Blood” and why it 10 times as good as you probably think it is. But this stuff is ridiculous.  “I don’t get the ending of Superman???” You are the kind of people that go to Transformers, knowing full well it will be a big sack of crap.

Dear Correctness,

Why was it called “Finding Nemo”, when there was no character calle

Fuck it, I’m done.