Watched Dr. Horrible today. Not a drooling Joss Whedon fan, but I enjoyed it, particularly part 3. Nice work.

I especially liked their gloves. That was cool.

I just saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and I thought it was great--the characters were actually realistic and the comedy was actually funny, plus it had a bunch of my favorite TV stars in it, sometimes scantily clad (if at all). Still, I realized at the end that I felt sad. I think part of this was because it's a little depressing to watch a romantic comedy when you're single, but that wasn't the whole picture. It was more that the illusion of the film was so successful that it had me believing that no matter how hot I am, I will end up with an average-looking everyguy, and for some reason the imbalance made me sad. I've got to shake this misconception!

P.S. Carla Gallo rocks again. Can she do anything wrong?