Earlier today, I got an email from a Star Trek TNG cast member who will remain nameless. I’ve chosen the pseudonym Jonathan Frakes for the purposes of this post.
I could make up a story about dying or dead mee maws, but the truth is: I have to work on Friday. It can’t be rescheduled, and since it’s my job and everything, I had to cancel my panel on Friday at Wondercon.
HOWEVER! I will come down on Saturday for the Geek and Sundry panel with Felicia Day… because [REDACTED AND VERY SECRET BUT I BET YOU CAN DO THE MATH IF YOU’RE CLEVER].
This was brought to my attention by a fellow Redditor.
I’d completely forgotten about it, which I can blame on it being written almost ten years ago.
Holy shit. Ten years ago.
Dear 12 year-old Wil:
Some day, you’re going to have this in your office where you get paid to make up and write stories.
Signed,
Adult Wil (Who still can’t believe it.)
“I’m sitting in an opulent library, with rich mohagany shelves, and leather-bound books, and a roaring fireplace. I’m in a high-backed French chair, sipping a brandy and wearing an ascot.”
“Of course you’re wearing an ascot.”
“Why wouldn’t I be wearing an ascot?”
“That’s what I’m saying. Any excuse to wear an ascot,” he said.
