Anne and I went into a little coffee place in Eagle Rock this afternoon, on a spur of the moment date.

While we waited, the girl who poured our coffee looked at me from behind the espresso machine and said, "Are you who I think you are?"

I’ve heard this question a lot in my life, and there really isn’t a good way to answer it that doesn’t make me feel like a dick.

"I’m not sure," I said. "Who do you think I am?"

She hesitated before saying, in a soft and uncertain voice, "Are you . . . Wil . . . Wil Wheaton?"

"Yeah," I said. "That’s me."

She blushed and smiled. "You’re my favorite!"

Anne, took my hand in hers and squeezed it. Her eyes sparkled. "He’s my favorite, too," She said.

I looked at my wife. I felt the same way I did when she said, "Yes."

"That’s the best thing, ever," I said.

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Please read this note. Thanks.

I’m going to be at Phoenix Comicon the weekend of January 26-27. I’m excited to come to Phoenix because there’s a decent Eventful Demand for me, it’s only an hour by plane, and it’ll be the first time I’ve been there in over a decade. Plus, it’s a freakin’ comic convention so I’ll bring an empty suitcase with me.

I’ll have softcover and hardback copies of The Happiest Days of Our Lives, Volume 2 of Star Trek: The Manga, and if I can get O’Reilly to delver them to me in time, some copies of Dancing Barefoot and Just A Geek. If everything works out, you could theoretically come to the show, give me some shiny gold rocks, and walk away with The Collected Works of Me, Wil Wheaton.

I’ll be signing books and pictures and babies and robots all weekend, but on Saturday night at 8, I’ll be performing material from Happiest Days (probably Blue Light Special) and reading my review of Justice from TV Squad. (Oh, I’ll also have a few of the limited-edition chapbooks called Space Oddity that I made for the Big Honkin’ Creation Convention in Vegas last year that collect some of my TNG reviews. I think there’s about a dozen or so left.)

Though I used to go to a different city every weekend, I haven’t traveled much for cons for the last several years, choosing to stay home with my family and invest the costs associated with traveling into my home and Global Domination Fund. Perhaps more personal but certainly no less important to me, I also stayed away because I didn’t want to be one of those guys who goes to conventions and tells the same stories about something that happened twenty years ago over and over again. With all the books I’ve written in the last few years, though, and with the stuff that’s coming out this year, I feel like I have something new and unique to bring to audiences, so I don’t currently feel that way, which is really, really nice.

I don’t know where else I’ll be going this year, but if this goes well, I’ll be very motivated to find some other cons in other parts of the country to attend this year. No pressure, Phoenix, but Atlanta wants to talk to you about something.