I’m on vacation in Hawaii (ON VACATION FROM WHAT WIL WHEATON HA HA I KNOW) with Anne.
We’ve had an absolutely amazing trip, relaxing and reading and swimming and having beers and mostly just enjoying that, after a year spent mostly apart due to my work, we finally get ten days together.
Well, today, a shitbag decided to intrude on our private vacation. He set himself up on the beach where we’re staying, pulled out a telephoto lens, and decided to take pictures of us for hours this morning.
I saw this guy around 10 this morning, and I thought to myself, “No, that guy isn’t taking my picture; I’m just being paranoid. Nobody cares about me enough to camp out on a beach and take that kind of paparazzi picture.”
Around 3, Anne and I got up from the beach, and walked back to our condo to make lunch. I saw the same guy, in the same place, with the same camera. I sort of glared at him, and he said something to me that I couldn’t hear.
“What?” I said.
“I said, ‘thank you, Wil.'” He said.
“Dude, I’m on vacation, and taking pictures like that of me and my wife isn’t cool. Would you please delete them?” I said.
“Sorry, brah,” he said, “I gotta make a living.”
“Are you serious?” I said. “I’m just trying to be on vacation with my wife, man.”
“Sorry, brah,” he said.
I absorbed the reality of what this parasite had done, and I said, “Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit.”
“Hey, if you don’t like it, go home, brah,” he said.
I was enraged. I was shaking and sick to my stomach. I walked back to my condo, and ate a sandwich (delicious PB&J with Guava Jam!) while I processed the invasion of my privacy I’d just experienced.
I was furious that this piece of shit would spend hours sitting on a beach, taking I don’t even know how many pictures of us, and then have the audacity to tell me that I should just go home if I didn’t like it. Like I was in the wrong for expecting to enjoy some time on the beach without some fucking creep using a telephoto lens to take pictures of me.
While I ate my sandwich (SO GOOD OMG) and finished my Bikini Blonde Lager, I hatched a scheme: Anne and I would render this subhuman pile of shit’s photos worthless (more worthless than they already are, because who gives a fuck about me in a bathing suit) by taking pictures of ourselves and posting them on Twitter.
So that’s what we did. And now I’m posting them here.
Thanks for giving me an anxiety attack in the middle of my vacation, brah. Good luck selling your fucking pictures, you piece of shit. Maybe go find something worthwhile to do with your life, like use that camera to take pictures of the beauty in Maui, instead of playing at being a paparazzo and making someone feel really uncomfortable when they’re just trying to enjoy some quiet time with their wife.
And now: my flabby, nerdy, 40 year-old self… and my amazingly beautiful wife:
And me, in all of my flabby, 40 year-old nerd glory:
145 thoughts on “Here’s my flabby, forty year-old, nerdy self, on the beach in Hawaii.”
Ugh. I hate tabloids. I prefer to get my Wheaton fresh from the source. Good on you for standing up for yourself!
What a dick. People are such a-holes. Who the hell is the guy selling Wil Wheaton paparazzo pics to? No offense, but you are worthless to the typical mags that buy said photos, mostly because you aren’t controversial or in demand in the typical big budget celebrity sense.
For some mysterious reason, I expected Anne to have googly eyes.
I’m really sorry this happened to you. I sincerely hope I’m never famous and have to put up with that shit. I wouldn’t handle it as good as you did, I’d probably go Russel Crowe on their ass (which really plays into their hand).
I tend to lean more towards the “great vengeance and furious anger” method of dealing with people like that, but I’d probably try the “1-watt-laser-pointer-in-the-camera-viewfinder” maneuver.
Next time, try Lanai, Kauai or Hawaii. Far fewer dicks there. Maui and Oahu are not for you.
I absolutely love your economic based solution to this.
I’m also happy you weren’t wearing a “Wil Wheaton has a posse” thong.
That has to be Napili Bay. My wife & stayed there after we got married. Lovely place, (we stayed in the Mauian Condo, just a few dozens of feet away from the beach). And the bikini blonde was awesome…hope you got to do the flight tastes at the brewpub in Lahaini.
Sorry the pap was being a dick….
I am impressed with your creative response to the invasion of your privacy.
Wil, your amazingly beautiful wife is amazingly beautiful. Also your flabby, nerdy, 40 year-old self… is beautiful. Rock on, beautiful Wheatons!
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