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.

“. . .until a few years ago it was our only option when we had the sort of desire to piss off our parents that only a impulsive and instantly-regretted tattoo could fulfill . . .”
I swear to jeebus, Andy Inhatko is one of the best writers I’ve ever read.

Quick update:
I’m home from an AWESOME convention in Vegas, where I had MASSIVE funtimes.
But I’m CRAZY BUSY with lots of stuff, so I don’t have time to write anything worthwhile for the WWdN. I actually had auditions yesterday, and today! Anne’s birthday is on Friday, too, so I’ve been getting that ready. You see, her birthday won’t happen unless I get it ready. It’s part of the new cruelty.
Speaking of the new cruelty: I can’t. effing. believe. that The Terminator is running for governor of my state. And has a chance.
Maybe I’ll go ahead and run, too.
Site update: Thanks to loren, Josh, and jbay, who got everything back in order after the server move. TextAds are back in full-effect, and everything else seems to be working fine, as well. And if you want to get an e-mail almost every time I update the site, send a message to wwdn-updates-subscribe@topica.com.
Shipped tons of books today, so those of you who were totally screwed by me being totally stupid can start checking your mailboxes with the reasonable expectation of finding a package from yours truly inside.
Heh.
“Package.”
“Inside.”
Yeah. It’s the innuendo that’s sweeping the nation.

Just got back from an awesome day at the beach with the kids for Ryan’s birthday.
We swam, we skim boarded, we boogie boarded, we ate melted cupcakes (sweet cuppin’ cakes!) and we rolled each other in the sand until we looked like Churros. Yeah, it was a great day.
Now I get to assemble the bad ass trampoline we got Ryan for his birthday.
That’s right. I’m an official suburbanite. I own a trampoline. My friend Ryan, who has four kids, told me, “Jeeze, even *we* don’t have a trampoline.”
Website-related note: I will most likely be closing down the cafepress store before the end of next week. CafePress and I have come to a disagreement that doesn’t show any signs of resolution. So if there’s something in there that you simply must have, now’s the time to get it.