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What do you get when you combine Joss Whedon, Neil Patrick Harris, and Nathan Fillion? Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog!

Lucky for you, free viewing is now available through Hulu (of course, that happens THE DAY AFTER I buy the season pass on iTunes, but whatever). There’s no telling how much longer it’ll be offered for free, so get in on it while you still can.

Act 1
Act 2
Act 3

They’ve just announced plans to do a 4th act, so hell to the yes for that! I never thought I’d enjoy a musical as much as this.

Scene: Goob and two fellow teachers are outside with four full classes of kindergarten kids. What was meant to be an exercise where the kids could run around flying their recently made “kites” suddenly turned awry.

Teacher 1: You know, this didn’t really work out that well.
Goob: Yeah, I think we royally screwed this one up. Did you freaking hear the screams those three girls made when they all slammed into each other? Christ, I thought somebody had lost an eye or something.

Teacher 2 comes strolling up the nearby hill.

Teacher 2: Well that was a general clusterfuck. Did you see that boy run into the back of that truck?
Goob: What?!
Teacher 2: Yeah, that little boy in the red right there! He was just running around the field, strayed over near the farm, and slammed right into the farmers truck.
Goob: Wow. You know, I think I lost one of my kids
Teacher 1: Eh, we’re in the middle of nowhere, they’ll figure out soon enough we went inside. Let’s get the hell back inside.

A bus horn blares from behind the school building.

Goob: Ah! I just found my last kid.

Apparently at the end of the school year, teachers like to get the hell out of town no matter what day the calendar shows. Last year at this time, I wasn’t really able to take advantage of it though as I was reliant on the pathetic excuse for a randomized phone calling system to pick a job for me.

This year it’s much more awesome though, since I have my certain school I always sub at. In fact, this entire week I’ve been down in the kindergarten wing again and dear Christ are there some good stories. But I’m still weary of being dooced, so I figure I better hang onto those stories until summer time at least.

So I’ll say this. If you’ve ever wanted a job where you get to feel like a celebrity and be showered with love and hugs at every corner, become a substitute teacher. Some mornings the prospect of going to teach a bunch of snot nosed kids isn’t the most appealing plan of action, but the minute you step out of your car and find six bus loads of kids screaming your name out across the parking lot, the day can only seem brighter.

When it comes to substituting, one factor is a constant. The level of the grade you’re teaching is directly equal to the number of hours you’ll be prohibited from doing a damn thing while at the same time representing your level of happiness with the material you are allowed to teach.

If I have to talk about Christopher Columbus or explain how to multiple 8 by 4 one more day, I may just stab myself with a blunt spoon.