You don't know Whedon? Really?

One fateful day, shortly after the release of Dr. Horrible, I couldn't help myself. At my desk in an open office, I just exclaimed out loud, "I love Joss Whedon." Do you know what I got in response? A chorus of "Who??" from around my office. I'm not even kidding. Insert the sound of my palm hitting my face here.

You see, I work in an office of non-geeks. One of them hates the Lord of the Ring movie trilogy. My ranks have expanded since that July day of Whedon blasphemy, but only a little. And of my new nerdy co-workers, almost none had watched Dr. Horrible. I decided to educate them all and have a Dr. Horrible showing at my desk during lunch one day.

I was polite. I invited all departments equally even though I know some of them probably rolled their eyes at me as soon as I walked away. At 2pm, I still had a crowd of four whole people at my desk though. Four possible converts to the magic of Whedon.

By the end of Act III, only two remained.  I lost one at the first song My Freeze Ray.  I gained a person briefly at the "Hammer is my penis" line.  Then I lost him as fast as a Twitter spambot disappears.  I'm not the best presenter.  I was quite protective of the best lines and didn't appreciate anyone talking over Everyone's A Hero or asking who Nathan Fillion was anyway.  Sigh.

But at the end?  One co-worker asked to borrow season 1 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and another asked for the link to watch it later.

Success.