After I was done pouting in blog-form last night I tucked Tederick under my arm and we went and watched Batman (poutingly). Man, that's some fuckin' good Batman. Batman's pretty much the desert-island movie at this point. I've watched it about five times since I (belatedly) got the DVD, and it just gets better every time. And it made me feel hella good last night. So: yay Batman. It's just apalling how great everybody in that movie is. I mean, it would have been fine if just Batman was great. But you've got Morgan Freeman being great, Rutger Hauer being great, Michael Caine being great... I mean every fucking person is great. It's almost annoying. Liam Neeson: that guy is fucking great. I mean, I admit I missed the whole Ra's bait-and-switch out of nothing more than my own ignorance, but nevertheless... when he shows up again at the end, it's like the whole movie just revolves into an entirely different order of movieness. And that, I must admit, is great.

Today I got my "Hush" Catwoman action figure, which narrowly beat out the "Long Hallowe'en" Catwoman action figure as the cat-of-choice on my somewhat-reorganized toy shelf. Now she's standing next to Emma Frost, who looks way cooler when she's not on that stupid fireplace base they packed with her. So now I'm wondering: who wins in the Catwoman vs. Emma Frost matchup? Ems clearly has the early advantage given that she can both throw a punch and make Catwoman believe that her vagina is made out of raw tuna... but in my long history I've never found it wise to count out Selina Kyle. There's a lot to be said for scrappiness and an uncanny survival instinct. So... well, I guess there's nothing for it but locking them both in the microwave and seeing what happens.