Is part three out today? If not, how will I see it? I have dial up at home!

Maybe I will come into work tomorrow, just to watch pt three.

it starts tonight at midnight, Sue. i guess you'll have to make a special trip. unless you just want to stay at work that long.

I suppose i'm one of the few who found part I funnier than part II. that's okay. part III will probably be the best.

Also, I approve of your punctuation of the word ho's.

see, it's this kind of thing that makes me weep for the future. POSSESSIVE IS NOT PLURAL. (please note the correct use of "it's", i.e. "it is")

I'm not sure I've ever gotten involved in grammar/punctuation issues before. But I'd think "ho's" might be acceptable under the rule that allows apostrophes to indicate omitted letters (e.g., "att'n"). However, since "ho" is short for "whore," you really should say 'ho' and 'ho's.

I have noticed something remarkable about Felicia Day. She has a very flat head.

Must be why she wore all those hats on Buffy.

Yes! Now, if you want to indicate the the ho is is the process of doing something, say, "the ho's going to the sto", then we have no issue.

But I'd think "ho's" might be acceptable under the rule that allows apostrophes to indicate omitted letters (e.g., "att'n"). However, since "ho" is short for "whore," you really should say 'ho' and 'ho's.

True. I shall attempt to use more apostrophes in the future.

I'm not sure I've ever gotten involved in grammar/punctuation issues before. But I'd think "ho's" might be acceptable under the rule that allows apostrophes to indicate omitted letters (e.g., "att'n"). However, since "ho" is short for "whore," you really should say 'ho' and 'ho's.

This I approve of. I am putting away my hanky.

(Sorry, skipping and ignoring ongoing conversations and posting. I apologize.)

So, at first I thought I wouldn't get to watch "Dr. Horrible" due to my crazy-close deadline ( Billy may have a PhD in horribleness just thanks to a little plastic bag of goo smelling like cumin (sp?), but I don't think I have the goggles or the laughter to even try to pull that off in 10 days ). But, as my parentheses just showed (I am in a whitefonted discussion! ME! For probably the first time ever!), after a sleepless night with an extremely uncooperative computer, I decided to give myself this treat before shabbat. I had a blast.

And then, I had to babble. Because, um, well, there are no graphs or equations I can have around this whole thing, so words are all I'm being left with. And, I guess, music - but, being me, music is more like magic to me than any matter transporters (after all, electrons do that on a regular basis) or freeze rays (unlike anything else, I know of, but hey, the seminar I wrote on time travel was a few years ago, who knows what changed since).

Music, for me, is magic. I can't hold a note to save my life (or even the lives of those dear to me), I can't even hear when somebody doesn't manage to sing right, I have no idea how this beautiful and complicated language works, what are its rules, its grammar, its puns and poetry and prose. I have no words - in any other language - to describe what's going on with it, other than "Pretty!" "Loud" or "Yay!"or "No, please". So even before the very first note, I'm already in awe of anybody who can write, read, speak or rhyme in music. It's just like magic. I'm already sold (even though, sadly enough, I know too few musicals).

Oh, and before we go on, I just wanna make sure y'all are fairly warned (um, just in case somebody managed to forget, since I'm so sparse lately on the board) - I'm the sappiest sap who ever sapped the earth. If there were a superhero who could save the world by being sappy, they'd have to choose me for he role (though I can't think of any matching outfit). And it's affecting everything. It can't be avoided. Continue to this mess of words and sap and no protecting gloves at your own risk. I can't do more than warn you, I'm sorry.

Oh, and one last "Oh" - I'm afraid I know nothing of the whole superheroes and supervillains and comics and flying capes and who was born with his power and who got it by accident and who doesn't want it at all and who fought for it and what each of that means - all I know is that there's a whole world of this. I don't know how to read comic books (I never seemed to find the proper balance between the pictures and the words), and I know I miss great stories this way, but, again, I just don't seem to speak the language.

I mean, I know that there's Superman (with a cape and a blue and red, and I probably never saw any of the movies), and Spiderman (with other reds and blues, and again, never reading or seeing anything), and Batman (with a different set of colors for his suit, and even less reading and being exposed to anything about him other than several Buffistas' deep love of his stories). In fact, the one superhero story that I am sure I was exposed to was "The Amazing Adventures of Cavalier and Klay". Which I loved-loved-loved, but still never managed to speak the language of comics. Sigh. So I'm probably going to express some staggering amounts of ignorance, and, again, you are warned.

No, wait, one more thing. About babbling. Despite lacking the ability to shut my keyboard up, I do realize what this Sing-Along-Blog is. It's for fun. I laughed all throughout the thing and had such a great time. But you know what? It also had an actual story in there. I'm only half not-serious, all throughout watching, because I don't think the so-funny (and, oh, it was so funny!) would be indeed so perfect, for me, if there weren't an actual story behind it,with actual characters and emotions. I'm a sap, remember? So if you think I'm over-reaching, seeing things that aren't there or just (continued...)

( continues...) exaggerating, you're probably way more right than I am. Still, I stand by my sap defense, and can't avoid that.

And now, after these apologies are out of the way (goodness, how many words do I need before I can even begin? I'm totally ridiculous, and that's even before showing my softy-ness all over the internet. Maybe I need a Please-Never-Ever-Sing-Along-Blog. Hmm), I can cheerfully finally jump to the very first moment in which I knew that despite all this, I was thoroughly enjoying myself - when I noticed, on the first monologue, the kitchen visible in the back of the lab, just to make sure it's clear that the lab is hiding in somebody's back room, so the combination of that thingy with all the colorful wires and the lights and the mad scientist, with those little chairs and the pots and pans which were fuzzy at the edge of the picture was great.

And then Dr. Horrible wanted his standards (remember Giles saying similar things in that episode of BtVS when Wesley arrived? How secrets were sold to Xander for cash and the demons lived in motels and there were no standards anymore? I loved it then already), and the status was not quo, in the first pun I could trace, and I was already having such a good time.

And then something surprising happened (oh, a plot twist, even before the plot started) - I realized h ow much I liked that sweetie Dr. Horrible (who would probably want to freeze me just for saying that, and would filter any e-mail with those words landing in his mailbox, but still). I liked that combination of "Oh, yeah, I'm the super-villain" and the superiority over the people writing him e-mails in fake names just as ridiculous as his (and yet, not having a blog and goggles and transmitter rays they allow themselves to criticize), with his brutal yeah-I-lost honesty (dislocated his shoulder, again, last week, poor dear).

And then, of course, worrying about the children in the park and not willing to duel around them. As if it's all just one big game for all those who participate, until somebody can really get hurt, and then, he's careful about them. While looking down at that e-mail writing person, of course, but still. Adorable.

And then the laundromat song started. And I knew I was completely won over. The actor is amazing - the total different body language, voice, facial expressions, everything changes the minute he leaves his back room and his blog where he's totally ruling the world, and going out to the real one. The one time he dares to try to speak to Penny ("love your hair") during the song is when those lyrics are inside the song, rhyming and all. The poor kid needs all that cover and courage in order to just speak. And once she notices and the "magic" breaks, he's mumbling again (and completely selling, to me at least, both personalities), poor dear.

OK, I may become too much of a Jewish mommy even for my own sappy tastes.

But, oh, how I loved that song. How it combined so perfectly those two lines - at times about the Dr. Horrible Freeze Ray and at times about an embarrassed geeky boy not finding the words in front of a pretty girl, and how that combination, to me, was exactly the point of the story. He says he wants to show "her" how evil he is, and all that, on the blog. But in the laundromat, all he wants is to manage to be able to have his wits enough with him and control his clumsy tongue enough to manage to think about something to tell her.

And I loved the visual of stopping the time (with all the laundry spilling) and seeing his illusion - he just leans there and looks at her at first, poor baby. He needs the rest of his song, some of it in his suit and goggles, with all his ruling-the-world, just in order to imagine himself dancing with her (not even talking!).

And again, with his adorable honesty: "How you make me feel" goes through all the less-than-pleasant side effects of falling in love, all the way from "special needs" up to "stop the pain". But still he talks about "the feelings *you* don't dare to feel", poor not-knowing-himself kid. Oh, and as if he has nothing to offer her, all he can think of giving her is not anything regarding him - or her - self, just the world, space-time continuum dominance, and the like. As if it takes something that huge in order for a pretty girl to say "hello" to a cute boy. (continued...)