So, I can't imagine my life without Dr. Horrible. I'm dimly aware of doing things prior to watching it. I wrote a book, learned to walk, lost my virginity, etc etc. Silly things. Trivial things.
Joss Whedon. I don't think there's even a word for what I feel for him.
There's awe, that's a given, plus a vasty respect. Then those two emotions are tangled up with an odd, primal terror. I know that sounds odd, but that's the only way I can describe it. He terrifies me. It's the same fear a caveman would feel when confronted with, say, Opimus Prime. It's the terror that drove people to burn witches at the stake. Why? Well, because they can do things. They have preternatural abilities that freak us out right down to the marrow of our bones.
So. You take that knot of molten awe, respect, and holy terror, wrap it up in a fluffy blanket of love, then sprinkle it lightly with toasted coconut. That's how I feel about Joss Whedon. Is there a word for that? If not, we need one.
Were I not Pat, I would be Diogenes. Were I neither of those, I would be Joss Whedon.
But I'm not. I can't be Dr. Horrible either. Is it wrong that I want to dress up like him? Where can I get a lab-coat like that?
I think that there might be something wrong with me....
By tomorrow I'm guessing I will have settled down a little. But right now I'm thinking I might want to do a video blog or two. But honestly, I don't know if that's a good idea, I am many things, but I'm no Neil Patrick Harris.
What about you guys? Would any of you be interested in seeing a video blog?
posted by Pat at 11:49 PM