bad horse, no biscuit

I hope everyone by now has seen Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, the Joss-Whedon-scripted tragi-comic web-only musical superhero parody, Now With Even More Whedons. As well as being over and off the top of the wall it's also like my new Emo Potato t-shirt, both angry and sad - I think Joss, while still Our Master Now, was possibly in a rather dark Sithish sort of place when he made it. The tunes are lovely, the actors are great (especially Nathan Fillion being a complete bastard), the Evil League of Evil is hysterical, and the movie doesn't like the world very much. Which is fine, as neither do I.

On the upside, some other evil genius has now reproduced Dr. Horrible characters as My Little Ponies. After which Making Light rewrites the lyrics and puns the hell out of them. This makes me think that there might be bits of the world I actually do like, after all.

Any angst in the above brought to you courtesy of the fact that I've just run out of chocolate biscuits, causing the day to stretch drear and waste until my 5pm date with the X-files before jo's game. On the upside, added angst practice for playing Indigo all miffed at cosmic injustice.

Last Night I Dreamed: I had crash-landed on a strange planet, where I ended up doing a quick DIY thing to replace the dodgy bathroom sink in Neil Gaiman's old Victorian house. Later I escaped from the weird ape-people in the huge hall by flying up to the anarchist commune living in the giant trees.