Nothing but Speechless

One: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog

I just watched this genius creation for the first time. In fact, it finished about five minutes ago (thank you Anna for burning it for me). This is all I can write that comes close to describing my current state of emotion: Aaaahhhhhhhh

Oh Joss Whedon, how do you always manage to so firmly take hold of my insides and twist them in all different directions? Giddy and devastated are not experiences that meld naturally. It's just not right. But please do continue.

For the sake of humanity, that man needs to write more musicals. After Dr. Horrible and "Once More with Feeling," it is clear that more brain-shattering musically theatrical productions must be brought into the world. And while I feel the need to make this plea with the desperation of a crack addict, I feel no shame in it.

Gahhh it was so good! If you haven't seen it, go watch it. Right now.

(p.s. Mother, I know you are reading this. Don't worry, I have a copy I'll bring home for you to watch this weekend.)

I'm now slightly tempted to start watching Buffy from the beginning again. It's a dangerous hankering.

Two: State of Affairs

This is what my desk currently looks like:

Footnote A-- Those dishes have been there for a long time.

Footnote B-- This is also the state of my brain.

Footnote C-- Please pay special attention to my Hercules plate. I will now provide a close up, complete with toast crumbs. I don't know why Photo Booth always takes backwards photos. But just so you know, the fine print says "I'm a meat and potatoes kind of guy." I think that should be my catch phrase from now on.

Three: A Desire to Swallow the Moon; I think it would taste like frozen grapes.

Love, GennaRose