I’m going to be at Powell’s Beaverton store in Beaverton, Oregon on Wednesday. I’ll be reading from and signing copies of Dancing Barefoot. I’ve been excited about this event since the day it was booked, and that excitement has grown exponentially over the past few weeks.
Well, excitement just hit a whole new level: Powell’s initially ordered 125 books for the event . . . and they just ordered an additional 75!!
I was so excited when the order came in, I did a little dance. Then I read this, and I did a much larger dance.
Then I read THIS and I shit myself.
While dancing.
I did the happy shit dance.
Just me and Domokun, trilwing around my living room like Beauty and the Beast.
It was freakin’ beautiful. A tale as old as time.

I went to Darin’s tonight for his birthday party. It was big fun. Nick brought the world’s best fruit salad, and Dee (Darin’s awesome wife) made this >deadly< rum punch. Sadly, I was only able to have one small cup, because I had a curfew tonight. :) While I was there, I played poker with some of the guys (managed to lose about eight bucks over three or so hours . . . but mostly played well). In between deals, David said to me, "Hey, that was a great article in the OC Weekly about you and your book." "OC Weekly? My book? What?" "Yeah, I just read it a month or so ago. I would have told you about it, but I figured you already knew." Funny how when I'm in a Fark headline, tons of people (apparently unaware of the hours a day I waste over there . . . thanks, Drew ;) will e-mail me about it, but when there's a story that I wouldn't ever know about otherwise, a month passes before I hear about it. It's a little weird for me to be posting two stories about myself in the same day, but I thought this one was fucking awesome, and really wanted to share it with WWdN readers.
Oh, we saw Blueman Group on Thursday night. If you live within an hour of a city that’s on the Complex Rock tour, you MUST go. And get there early enough to hear Venus Hum and Tracy Bonham.
Tell them Uncle Willie sent you.
You’ll be glad you did.

Tsukata just e-mailed me this review of my reading and stuff in Vegas.
It’s always cool to hear what other people think about my performances, because it gives me an opportunity to see things without my personal filters in place.
There’s no permalink to the review, so click MORE to read . . . uh . . . more.

I just saw this review ofDancing Barefoot:

Why do I like Dancing Barefoot? Because Wil Wheaton is a geek. Oh face it, we’re all geeks . . . And because Wheaton’s a geek, I feel much closer to his essays than I would someone like P. J. O’Rourke who is not a self-professed geek.

(and if you still haven’t gotten your “wil’s a fucking moron who screwed up my order” order, check your mailbox this coming week. All the orders I borked are shipping out over the weekend — about 30 of them have already been whisked away by mister Mr. McFeely.)

Arnold Schwarzenegger: Finally, a public official who can explain the administration’s social policies in the original German.
–Bill Maher, via Bobby the Mat.