By no means would I say I'm a Joss Whedon freak. Or at least I wasn't. Until now. Up to the advent of Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, I was one of the uninitiated. Now though. Now. Joss for President. His genius casting (could Neil Patrick Harris be any awesomer? I can't even contemplate), frankly surprising knack for musical composition, penchant for creating characters like the still-faceless Bad Horse, Thoroughbred of Sin and penning lines like the aforementioned "The hammer is my penis" (it's all in the delivery, trust me)... I'm a convert. I'm a butt-crazy, beatific member of the cult of Joss. The second installment of the three-part series -- which is already generating talk of a Broadway and a film adaptation -- is so disarmingly weird and hilarious, I might actually have to change my Feelings About Musicals status from Aggressively Indifferent to Subjectively Stoked. Mr. Whedon, I salute you.