someone keeps moving my chair

[reflectedeve]

Everytime someone mentions Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, I get this song by They Might Be Giants stuck in my head. "Mr. Horrible, Mr. Horrible, telephone call for Mr. Horrible . . ."

As for Dr. Horrible, it was generally marvelous, but apparently I forgot what writer I was dealing with. It was all so marvelously silly and upbeat, and then! Joss! >:( Goddammit. Someday you're going to not kill the love interest, just to shock us.

Last night's Avatar, on the other hand . . . oh, the ♥meta.♥ Every time I think it's impossible for me to love that show any more than I already do, it proves me wrong. Everything from mocking their own storytelling, to out-and-out mocking the 'shippers (I do always love it when the canon mocks the 'shippers, I confess). Just beautiful.

It is far too hot; time to abscond to a friendly local cafe with my sketchbooks. (You know, I've drawn porn in public before. It should not be paranoia-inducing to contemplate having my bandom reference sheets with me there.) Not taking my laptop; I think I need some time away from the internet.

Comments

[alexmegami]

See, the only way I can come to terms with the story is believing that neither of them are good/nice guys. That basically the "Nice Guy" (tm) (as in the guy that is always there for the girl because he secretly wants to get in her pants, not because he cares about her actually) and the macho prick both lose out because they were too self-absorbed in their own little self-made dramas to realize who they were hurting with their actions.

But the person who still loses out the most is the one that dies. :/

[alexmegami]

Also, what zelempa said. It did need at least another minute or two, or even just a little bit more than a half-second glance at his face before the credits.

Or... like... a mostly-melted frozen yogurt in his hand. Or something. I dunno.