I’ve written before about the ridiculous things that make me #furiouslyhappy. This one’s going on that list.
This weekend is Dragon*Con, and if you’re anything like me, you wish you were there, while simultaneously being so glad to avoid the throngs of people that would surely bring on massive panic attacks. If you’re anything like 90% of the rest of the world, you have no damn idea what Dragon*Con even is, and you also wonder when you got so old, and why beards are so complicated nowadays. Luckily, almost all of my readers are the cool 10% who realize that Dragon*Con is the biggest pop culture/sci fi convention in the world, or who will pretend they already knew that right after reading this sentence.
But this is beside the point. The point is that this weekend I was flooded with emails from people at Dragon*Con telling me that Wil Wheaton was speaking, and signing autographs. Autographs of himself COLLATING PAPER. (Confused? See this post.)
In fact, my tenacious friend Sarah braved the lines to get me this:
That’s right, y’all. That’s a photo that I’m posting on my blog – of Wil Wheaton signing a photo that I posted on my blog. And I’m pretty sure this is how wormholes get started.
In other news, it’s Sunday, which means it’s time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed on my sex column (which is satirical and vaguely safe for work if your boss isn’t a complete douche-canoe):
What you missed on Good Mom/Bad Mom on the Houston Chronicle:
What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- Only the smart people will cringe. (Inspired by my last post.)
What you missed on the internets:
This week on Shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- Coffee table OF THE GODS
- We may never have this chance again
- “Captain Planet, motherfucker.”
- I always love The Guild, but 5:14 – 6:34? Golden.
- “Remember, if you’re arguing on the internet, you’ve already lost.“
This week’s wrap-up sponsored by my fabulously talented friends, Nees and Vos. They’re awesome and I have nothing sarcastic to say about them. Seriously, go listen to their new single (Burn Me Down) and if you don’t think it’s awesome I will give you a dollar. Or kick you. One of those.