I might have missed my Joss Whedon panel yesterday (clearly, I didn’t want it enough and failed to get in line an hour early), but lots of other folks aren’t missing a thing.

* Apparently, Robert Downey, Jr. is claiming his martial arts using, womanizing (at least that’s how I remember the trailer), and druggie Holmes is closer to the Arthur Conan Doyle character that the scads of cinematic and TV Holmesessess we have had up to now. Well, the literary Holmes did use cocaine. Let’s just say I share Luke Thompson’s differing memory on those points.

Maybe it was all a product of the squirrelly Downey sense of humor we’ve seen in so many unusual performances over the years. I’m also skeptical of why Steven Zeitchik thinks the Guy Ritchie-directed Holmes is a particularly tough sell to geeks. Isn’t Data one of our patron saints? The geeks I grew up with actually used words like “Holmesiana.” The Aleister Crowley-cult thing won’t hurt with a certain breed of gothy nerd, either.

* John Lasseter presented one of the real greats, still very active and hoping for his first stateside hit: Hiyao Miyazaki.

* Department of getting things wrong: Let’s not even discuss the shambles that the early box office reports are making of my Thursday night b.o. preview. I somehow got the impression last week that Jonah Hex was going to be played by Jason Statham. Boy was I going a bit too fast. It’s Josh Brolin, which makes a helluva lot more sense. Given that it’s also a different director than I originally assumed (and made an ass of me, if not you), I now officially have hope for this one — though is it rule now that Megan Fox has to be in everything?

I learned all the above via IFC’s Stephen Saito, who also has great stuff on the Spike Jonze take on “Where the Wild Things Are,” Miyazaki and “The Book of Eli.”

* The net here is simply too slow for me to watch this, but Variety appears to have a video interview with Peter Jackson. Meanwhile, Mr. Disgusting is rooting for the New Zealand mastermind to return to his bloody disgusting roots. The same fine gentleman cheers the departure of Marc Forster from “World War Z” — an attempt to combine our love of war flicks and our love of zombie flicks into one family-unfriendly ball of fun, fun, fun.

* Gary Oldman dropped a Bat-bomb. Or didn’t.

* And in tangential news, the increasingly ingenious David Cronenberg is taking a break from the geekesque world, more or less, with an adaptation of a novel by possible future Nobel Prize literature winner Don DeLillo. I’m looking forward to this one.