I woke up two Saturday's ago with the sniffles and a scratchy throat. Almost two weeks later and I'm just now feeling like my old self. This kind of flu makes me think Howie Mandel might have it right. From now on this girl is bumping firsts. Forget palm on palm contact. Man, I haven't been that sick in a long time. And during my week and a half of death, I realized something. Being inside all day is boring. Remember the day's when you were semi-excited that you were sick enough to stay home from school? You laid around, watched TV, slept and general didn't worry about anything at all the entire time. Well, I miss those days. Mainly because there is absolutely nothing on TV! How is this possible?! I thought I was gonna kill myself after two days of daytime television. Thankfully, God created the DVD player. And Netflix. So for the first two days I tried suffering through regular TV. Flipping aimlessly for hours. I even watched Wife swap. WHY? I guess I wanted to feel like I did when I was younger. For some reason, getting older means sick days aren't as fun.After wising up, I discovered something. A continues dose of Neil Patrick Harris cures the flu. True Story. While I was stranded on the couch, alone with my tea and tissues, I watched nothing but How I Met Your Mother and Dr.Horrible's Sing-a-long-blog. Well, to be honest, there was multiple viewings of Dr.Horrible. It was around the third time of watching it that I decided once I feel better I'll write a blog about it. One of many blogs that I'm sure have been written in dedication to this little piece of gold. WARNING: the follow will contain major spoilers and lots of fan girl gushing. If you haven't seen this movie yet or get annoyed by nerdy fan girls...please stop reading now.
If you've spoken to me at all. If we've had a conversation that's lasted longer than two seconds, I'm sure that you know the love I have for Neil Patrick Harris. It's a forbidden love of sorts. One that can never be returned. Yet, I still love him. He's adorable, funny, and way to friggin talented. And it just so happens that he is the star of this wonderful Internet musical. The movie follows Dr. Horrible(NPH), or Billy, as he tries desperately to get into the Evil League of Evil, and woo the girl at the laundry mat Penny(Felicia Day). Captain Hammer(Nathan Fillion), Horrible's nemesis, managing to foil his plans on both ends. The opening scene is of Dr.Horrible video blogging about working with a vocal coach to improve his evil laugh, his application to the ELE(Evil League of Evil), the status of his freeze ray, and the answering of emails that were sent in by readers. This scene, which lasted about 7 minutes, is the clue to the viewer of the amazing adventure they were going to take. And they hadn't even sang a song yet!!! The songs are not only catchy, but flow well into the plot and doesn't seem too cheesy...except when it was meant to be. The Wheadon's dialogue and music are so quotable. Few writers a so talented that there is a writ ting style named after them. Yet when you watch this you can't help but think that this was very "wheadonesque". And, of course, true to the Wheadon style...the end is sort of devistating and the final song is haunting. DARN YOU, JOSS! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US? -shakes fist- Okay, now you've read my rant. Go forth, and watch. You won't regret it!
"See you at the after math. Peace! ...but not literally"
