Author: Wil

WWdN reader Charlotte told me that my appearance on CSI was voted “Best Celebrity Cameo” by readers of Canadian TV Guide!

Wil Wheaton, CSI 38%
Colin Farrell, Scrubs 19%
Swoosie Kurtz, Lost 21%
Quentin Tarantino, American Idol 15%
Gerald McRaney, Deadwood 8%

I think Walter was a little bit more than a cameo, but any time I get a chance to beat Quentin Tarantino and Swoosie Kurtz, I’m going to take it all the way to the bank.

I celebrated my birthday by spending four days with my family, completely unwired.
If you get a chance to spend four unwired days in a row, I highly recommend it. If you can spend those four days with people you love, I double-plus don’t not recommend it.
Thank you to everyone who sent birthday wishes via e-mail or comments. So far, year 33 is looking good.

Thirty-three years ago today, Rick and Debbie Wheaton became my parents, and as long as I can remember, I’ve stayed up until at least midnight on July 28th, so I could watch the calendar turn, and commemorate the happy occasion by running around my lawn in my boxers, hollering out “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”
However, now that I am the distinguished age of 33, I felt a more appropriate way to mark the passage of time would be to play a Sit-n-Go at PokerStars. I sat into a game just about 11:30, hoping that I’d still be alive at midnight, and I could celebrate with a win.
Sadly, I didn’t catch too many good hands, and when I finally pushed I had QTc vs KTo . . . and I didn’t improve, so I finished in third place, which is still in the money, and at least I didn’t lose to K4o.
I was satisfied to cash, and happy with the way I played it, and I almost went to bed, but then I thought, “Hey! It’s my birthday, goddammit! If I want to play another SNG, then that’s what I’m going to do.” I may have put my little fist on my hip as I said it, but I can’t be sure.
I sat into another one, and . . . long story short: I played a great game, caught cards when I needed them, and after a long heads-up battle, I won!
I was so excited, I ran out the front door, and raced around my lawn in my boxers, hollering, “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! I WON AND IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! WOOO!”
Luckily for my neighbors, my birthday only comes once a year.

I haven’t formed an opinion about Digg yet. I think it’s got a ton of potential, but my jury is still out.
Anyway, this morning, I dugg a link to a short TNG blooper reel, from the first season. In this clip, several different cast members flub lines, with cusstacular results. Somehow, I’m not in this one, but I am on a later one where I cuss like a sailor for close to a minute, which I thought was hilarious, but earned me a lecture from Rick Berman about using language appropriate for my age. Thanks for getting me busted, season two editing crew.
I remember seeing this at one of our first Christmas party, and though it’s funny, it’s nothing compared to one from a later season that’s so “blue” an edict was issued from the powers that be which effectively ended creatively edited TNG blooper reels.

The kids wanted to watch House last night, so Anne and I (and both our dogs and our cat) retired to our bedroom, where we watched The Sopranos on DVD (we’re up to the third episode of season two, so don’t post any spoilers or I’ll break your freakin’ legs. /toughguy) Around 9:45, Nolan came into our room.
“Aren’t you watching House?” I said.
“Yeah, but I’m really tired and I’ve got a test tomorrow,” he said. “I think I’m just going to go to bed.”
Nolan turns fourteen in just over two weeks, and I’m constantly impressed by the level of responsibility he shows. When I was his age, I never would have gone to bed on my own, test or not.
“That’s very responsible,” Anne said.
Nolan smiled, and walked around to my side of the bed. I raised my arms to hug him, but he knelt down to the floor, where Ferris was sleeping. He kissed her head. “Goodnight, Ferris’ head,” he said. She grunted, and happily stretched herself out across the floor.
He walked back to the foot of the bed, where he leaned down and hugged my leg.
“Goodnight, Wil’s leg,” he said.
I looked at my wife. She smiled back at me.
My cat was curled up in a tight little ball between our feet. Nolan stroked his ear. “Goodnight, Biko’s ear,” he said. He stretched out one little white paw and purred.
Nolan looked down, knelt out of my field of vision and said, “Goodnight, Riley Monster’s nose.” Her tail thump thump thump thumped against the bed.
He stood up and walked over to Anne. He put his arms around her, hugged her, and kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, Mom’s cheek,” he said.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” she said.
Nolan stood up and smiled. He as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom, he called out, “I love you guys!”
“I love you too,” Anne said.
“I love you too,” I said. “Goodnight, Nolan’s voice,”
I heard him giggle as he closed his bedroom door.