Maybe you’re like me and you saw this when it came out back in nineteen-eighty-whateverthehell and hadn’t seen it since then and had subsequently forgotten how tremendously, bafflingly, eighties-ly amazing it really is or maybe you never saw it at all. (In which case I feel old.)
In any case, it is time you watched it again.
Keep a keen eye out for the ninjas.
Update: Ever since posting this, I’ve had the song stuck in my head. So, fairly warned.
It is imperative that you watch and love Dr. Horrible or I just don’t see how we can be friends.
Yes, that includes the singing cowboys.
Update: Controversy!
I guess I went without a regular day job just long enough to remember how hard it is to wedge in any other useful activities around that immovable 9-5:30 millstone. Especially things with deadlines.
It would be nice to be one of those people who can live on three hours of sleep.
Could be time to start that meth addiction I’ve been considering.
(In case you haven’t yet, you should really read this commencement speech from Patton Oswalt.)
Yeah, so see I accidentally got a job and that’s where I’ve been. Trying to not fuck up my new job. And also trying to figure out how to fit in all the other stuff I still want to do around my new job. And also not writing anything here.
But here are some quick notes:
On the train this morning there was an extremely stressed and haggard-looking butterfly flitting it’s battered little self against the windows. And then as it rested against the tiny ledge around the window getting abraded by the air conditioning vent, a guy calmly peeled it from its perch, threw it on the floor, and stomped it.
I was on my way to my second day at a putting-on-pants, getting-on-a-train, sitting-in-an-office job and decided it wasn’t a good time to go looking for metaphors.
If you’ve been paying attention around here long enough (and, if so, who the hell are you anyway?) you’ll be aware that I was kind of unimpressed with His Holiness, the Dalai Lama.
But on the other hand, I would totally be down with hanging out with his brother.
Myself, I’m quite disappointed to discover that the Large Hadron Collider probably won’t suck the Earth into a parallel universe. Personally, the parallel universe we’ve been stuck in since January 20, 2001 has been a real downer and I was definitely hoping science would find a way to move us back toward a universe that makes at least slightly more sense.
I was talking with the Nun Lady about the fact that the yuppie dorks who opened a wine bar in her neighborhood in Rogers Park refer to the area not by its proper name, but as RoPa. As if her decidedly gansta-laden environs were now the trendiest place in Manhattan.
Which is why, after considering a few candidates, I’ve decided I live in WeLiSqua. West of Lincoln Square. (WeWeSoLa — West of Western, South of Lawrence — finished a strong second.)
Oh, shit, I think my rent just went up.
So what trendy neighborhood do you live in?
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