Wednesday, July 30, 2008

This Just In: Dr. Horrible is Terrific

I posted a teaser for Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog a few weeks ago. So I, of course, completely forgot to tune in when it was actually available for free at its homepage. So, I sucked it up and purchased all three acts from the iTunes store (gotta support the Whedon family), only to find out after the fact that you can still watch them for free at (I am unable to get the page working, but it could be because I'm at work.)

Anyway, I finally watched all three acts during my lunch break today and it's fantastic. Neil Patrick Harris, Nathan Fillion and Felicia Day (between her appearance on the Gamers With Jobs podcast and this, I'm offically in love with her, btw) are all just monumentally entertaining. (How has no one thought to tap this whole superhero/musical/video blog thing?) I think my favorite moment comes at the end of Act I. But to explain it, I have to explain something about the wonder that is me.

You see, when something happens that I don't like I have a tendency to say a certian word. For example, if I'm racing Bill to build a Major Line in Railroad Tycoon and he beats me to it, I'm likely to say the word. If a meteorite were to drop out of the sky and destroy my car, I'd probably say it. I don't know when, where, or how I started saying it. I almost certainly got it from a movie or something, but for all I know it could just be something my brain came up with for no reason whatsoever. I have no idea. All I know is that I'm the only person I know who does say it and I also get odd looks from whomever is around when I do say it, so it can't be that commonplace an expression. The word?


Something happens that I don't like and I just mutter the word balls. Nobody else seems to think so, but I think it has a certain ring to it (zing!) when said just so. Anyway. I'm watching Act 1 of Dr. Horrible today and at the very end of the episode Dr. Horrible is able to gain posession of something he's been seeking the entire episode, but the cost is the probably loss of something else he holds dear. As he's walking off, dejectedly, he mutters... you guessed it: "Balls."