Absolutely fabulous, darling!

We saw Superman Returns this morning, courtesy of the Evil Empire. Well, they're not so bad--they set out bottles of water and bags of popcorn for our comfort :)

It's not a bad film. The plot is reasonably good, Kevin Spacey was ace, the effects were great and the score was fantastic. (The film greatly benefits from being allowed to base the score on John Williams' original music from the first film.) However. Brandon Routh is (a) too young for the role and (b) has an inadequate physique. I couldn't (and didn't want to) get past either of those points.

I know, I know... superheroes are always powered down in movies. But I still expect Superman to look like Superman. I want bulging muscles and for him to not look like an almost bog-ordinary human. I want to sit and wonder how dumb people have to be to not realise that Clark is Superman: "Look! He's practically bulging out of his suit! How can they not notice?? I'd notice if the office dweeb was all muscly with huge shoulders." There were some nice touches and he does do some very Superman/heroic things. But it still didn't feel completely right.

Afterwards we went to the pub and Forbidden Planet with some folks from the CGS boards, whereupon Dave spent far too much money on trades, and I drooled over a limited statue of Batgirl. Alas, I can buy loads of baby clothes for £86 and I'd be irritated if it got broken....

Now we're home and I'm vowing never to walk anywhere again. After tramping around London for three days I ache from top to toe and my round ligaments hate me. Still, only 101 days to go.

Happiness is comic shopping.

We went to the launch day of the new Forbidden Planet Megastore this morning and came back with a huge haul of trade paperbacks. This brings our collective total up to a scary 513 books. I'm thinking that it was a really good decision to not keep a note of the price of each book, but at the same time I find myself wanting to up the house insurance :P

Anyway, I came away with the first three Nightwing trades (hello, evaine!), some Punisher, TT/Outsiders, and Dave--bless his cotton socks--picked up a huge Green Arrow trade that I'd completely missed spotting. I forsee a happy afternoon ahead of me. All I need now is a bit of sunshine and I'll be as happy as a cat in a sunbeam....

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Comic slash writers! If your universe is undergoing heavy restructuring--the ongoing DCU Infinite Crisis, for example--please have the decency to respect your audience's decision not to read spoilers. This means:

• no writing story summaries which contain spoilers
  
• no summaries which claim that the story has no spoilers, but it actually does
  
• and finally, don't write a fucking summary talking about dramatic character death which is based on internet rumours and present it as FACT.

I was less than pleased to see a story summary talking about a much loved--by my standards--character's death as though it had happened. After screeching in horror, and tears welling up in my eyes, I summoned the courage to click onto the story to find that the source of my trauma was fucking rumours. *sigh*

Now that my relief has worn off I shall now take out my ire on the inept author instead of firing off an irate email to DC.

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In other news. There is no other news. I'm developing a nice, seasonal cold so I'll be able to impress my nieces with my Rudolph nose in time for Christmas. Dave is out playing pool, there's nowt on TV, and there's no one online to gossip with.

At this rate I'll be reduced to calling my parents.