If you read this blog, you should really be reading Wil Wheaton’s blog. In fact you should probably read his blog first. Then, if you have some free time and nothing better to do, you should read this blog. He is, along with Tycho at Penny Arcade, the gold standard of nerd bloggers.
I assume you already know who Wheaton is — he played Wesley Crusher on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Like a lot of people, I found his character annoying. And he interfered with my crush on his flame-haired TV mom Gates McFadden. Since then, however, he’s become a very sharp, funny writer on all things nerdy: games, computers, poker, etc.; he’s also written a couple of books. Of particular interest (to me anyway) are his making-of recaps of old TNG episodes, than which there is almost nothing I would rather read. Earlier this week he also posted a piece about meeting William Shatnere — it’s here, at Suicide Girls, which is kind of a fancy pseudo-porn site, so don’t say you weren’t warned. I’ll blockquote a short excerpt:
Captain Kirk looked at me for a long time.
“So . . . you’re the kid on that show?” He seemed annoyed.
My throat and mouth were dry, and my palms were sweating. My heart pounded in my ears, as I answered. “Uh, yes, sir. My name’s Wil.”
He continued to look at me. I carefully wiped my hand on the hip of my spacesuit, and extended it. “Nice to meet you,” I said.
He didn’t take my hand.
That should give the general tone. There is so much about Wesley I’m willing to forgive for this.