I love you Joss Whedon and all that you stand for

I have seen Act I of "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog" and it is like looking into the Joss Whedon-y face of a god named Joss Whedon, which is to say, it is magical. It is unicorns on fluffy puppy-shaped clouds filled with leprechauns and Harry Potter's soul-kind of magical. It is "Once More With Feeling" but with Neil Frickin' Patrick Harris and Nathan Frickin' Fillion singing and flexing and wearing rubber boots. And singing. Did I mention the singing? You have to go watch it now. I don't care what you're doing. If you're delivering a baby right now, it doesn't matter. Put the baby down and go watch this video. It's not like the baby has a keen understanding of time anyway. If you're putting out a fire, just give it a rest. It's not like it's going to go away if you just take five minutes and watch. In fact, it'll probably be bigger and more destructive -- and thus, easier to find -- by the time you're done with Act I. Just go. Now.

Click here and watch. I'll wait.

Okay, did you watch it? It was awesome, wasn't it? Didn't I tell you it was awesome? Did you like his moist friend? How about when Captain Hammer told Dr. Horrible "It's curtains for you. Lacy, wafty curtains." Or the fact that the league is run by Bad Horse? And there's a line about his hooves?

I want to make out with Joss Whedon's brain right now. I have no idea how that would work. Physiologically, it seems suspect. And morally, I'm pretty sure it's wrong, what with both our brains being married. But sometimes a nerdy girl just can't help her feelings. Especially when Neil Patrick Harris just sang about laundry.

I have to go watch it again. And again. Maybe once more after that....

ETA: To expand on the Whedon love even more, check out this great interview with him on Gawker.