I finally got Batman today. Mark got me Batman the other day so I followed it up and got Batman. Good Batman. I watched it all the way through and let me tell you, I am Bat-satisfied now. I have all the Batmans I'm ever gonna need. Until they make another Batman. Boy howdy, that is some good, satisfying Batman.

I've just finished packing up my iPod in an attractive cardboard box; it is being sent to the mothership tomorrow for battery reconditioning. As I understand it, I won't be getting this particular iPod back (which was named Sméagol and has stood me in good stead for close to two whole years); I will be getting a replacement, equivalent iPod with a different serial number, which I will probably name Sex Machine.

And on that subject: really, words alone cannot describe my esteem for the new iPod vibrator, the iBuzz. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, this is what science was made for. The aesthetic and sexual potentialities of having a vibrator that actually beats along to the music on your iPod... well, honestly, the mind boggles even trying to fully comprehend the things that could get done with an invention this ingenious. I've got a playlist of about fifty iBuzzable tracks on my iTunes right now that run the gamut from techno-girlypop to soul-shaking oldschool funk, and every single damn one of them makes me wish I was a girl with some time to kill.