{{{beth and Matt and his mom and all her family}}}
Also, date-ma to Beej (when you said he was a Whedon fan and someone else said that maybe he just has a very low-key, dry sense of humor, I immediately thought, Omigod, she has a date with Oz!) and lots of eyerolling in the direction of brenda's craxy boss and Katie Bee's asshat bossmonster.
I keep having little blippy moments of cerebral weirdness that aren't quite headaches, just brief pulses of extreme lightheadedness or stunnedness (vaguely like a very mild electric shock, only not -- not painful at all, just...uh, weird), and am divided between worrying that I have a brain tumor and worrying that I'm a mad hypochondriac who worries about nothing. It's getting irksome. Really, I like my head much better when it's not doing anything to attract my attention.
Lastly, I am utterly ass-ignorant as to that particular artist, but even with the ignorant pulsy brain I can tell that the new Spider-Man costume is sucktastic. And what's with the ass-talon and the rubber ankle?