|11:51 pm - At my most bad-ass I make people want to go take a shower.|
So, for a number of years I haven't been one to obsess over any form of entertainment, and I have to admit that I look down upon a lot of the excessive fandom that I see. But because I'm not around a lot of geeks out here in CA, as I have been in every previous stage of my life, I'd only heard of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog and didn't know what it was. From the title it sounds like some nonsensical off-the-wall sort of thing. Then on Thursday, a high school friend posted a link to it on Facebook, and I watched it that night. Then I think I watched it once more on Saturday, and three times on Sunday. I love it, I love it all for itself, I love it for the fact that awesome creative talent more than made up for the low budget, and hey, I'm a sucker for hot guys too, and Neil Patrick Harris is really cute.
The result of watching it ~5 times in a short time period was that I had it stuck in my head all day today, but at least I knew most of the words at that point, so I wasn't stuck with one line going through my head over and over again.
This got really interesting when I went into the Coffee House to get some breakfast after our 8AM weed science meeting. I got this sudden bizarre sense that I was inside a musical. I think it was that I was doing something mundane while upbeat music played over the speakers, so it felt kind of like "My Freeze Ray." This could be a sign of Horrible overdose.
If my day today were being made into a comedic musical, the weed science meeting would be summarized in the lines:
We need to fix the lights in the bathroom. It's scary to poop there!Those are sort of fitting in with "So They Say."
Did you know that someone who's totally not me made a Wikipedia page on me? It used to say I was ga-ay! My wife is shocked.