A Bug's Death

Just spent almost half an hour waiting for a big fly—a yucky bangaw--to land. It buzzed around my room for quite some time. I couldn’t rest ‘til I got it; I didn’t want it pestering me while I’m sleeping later. After some failed attempts, I finally whacked it with an old newspaper. It was still trying to walk, so I drenched it with rubbing alcohol. Gotcha, creep.

Too bad I wasn’t able to get a cockroach, which crawled into the ceiling, just before that. Tried throwing a slipper at it, but it was too high, and I’m not good at throwing stuff. Slipper landed on my back. Yeep.

Boy, I’m talking about bugs. Slow day, yeah.

One in Every Group

Interesting news week for queer pop stars. Lance Bass of N’Sync admitted that he is, no surprise, gay, and--surprise!--dating Amazing Race winner Reichen; Savage Garden’s ex-vocalist Darren Hayes just married his boyfriend of two years in London; and ex-Wham-er George Michael gets paparazzi’d while having some outdoor fun (aww, let him be).

Life After Toy Biz

They’re still going to be called Marvel Legends, even when they’re not made by Toy Biz anymore. Next year, there’s “Planet Hulk”-Hulk, Lord Thor, Yellowjacket, Hercules! (Woohoo! He kicked ass in Civil War 3, before… you know), and a bunch of others, with build-a-figure extras like Blob and Annihilus! Yay! That’s awesome news.

Arachnophonic

(Posed and photographed by Benedict last month)

Spider-Hulk: Spider-Woman giving Spider-Hulk special feelings!
Spider-Woman: Damn spider-pheromones…
Spider-Clone: Ew. Outta here.
Spider-Man: Don’t leave yet. She’ll venom-blast him where it hurts in three… two…one…

Catfight

Catwoman: The jewel’s off-limits, Silver Pussy…
Black Cat: That’s Black Cat, you skank. And I got dibs. Your clumsiness set off the alarms, and that vampire-signal in the sky, whatever THAT is.
Catwoman: Piece of advice, dear, the gem’s a fake, and cursed. I wouldn’t go near it if I were you. I tripped the alarms because I just wanted to see the Bat. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. I... know him, if you know what I mean.
Black Cat: You’re nuts. But… I can relate. My best nights out, they’re spent playing cat-and-mouse over the rooftops of Manhattan with a guy in tights. Or just enjoying a girlfriend.
Catwoman: I see. How… adventurous. Well, “Black Cat”, I hope you’re not muscling in on my territory, because I’d be compelled to turn you in. Nothing personal.
Black Cat: So you’re a cat burglar AND a hero? How does that work?
Catwoman: I was mindwiped. By SuperHEROES! You won’t understand.
Black Cat: I was raped, years back. My attacker got killed in an accident before I got to him. Not getting revenge triggered my kleptomania.
Catwoman: Oh… I’m sorry. Look, wanna hang out somewhere? Sneak into some ritzy shoe shops? Maybe beat up some druggie muggers after? This isn’t a real heist, and the Bat can wait. I’m your tour guide tonight. And have I got some stories to tell you about this town.
Black Cat: Sure!
Catwoman: I’ll steal the beer!
Black Cat: And I’ll steal the porn!
Catwoman: Mee-yow!