Rock out with your Batman out!

I don't want to brag, but the fact that I brought you to a concert by a fairly ass-kicking band when you weren't even four months old - in utero - clearly makes me awesome. I'll have a full gushy post soon (when it isn't quarter after midnight and after something like three hours of flailing and dancing and screaming lyrics)...in fact, your Aunt Erin has offered to do so, so I'll hunt down the set list so I can make you a mix CD, and she'll provide narrative documentation.