Victor and I are sitting in LAX, waiting for a plane that’s been delayed three times, but it doesn’t even matter because THIS HAPPENED:
And then I thought that collating looked like fun and so I took over for a minute, and while I was distracted Wil Wheaton pulled out something amazing:
PS. Victor said that “Wil Wheaton pulled out something” sounds sort of rude and lascivious so I offered to change it to “Wil Wheaton pulled something out of his drawers.” Then Victor told me to forget it. Because he’s unhelpful.
PPS. Also, there were horses. Me, Wil Wheaton, his lovely wife, Victor and ponies. Also, a giant metal chicken. It’s sort of a long story. More later if I don’t get distracted by pretty, shiny things.
PPPS. Did you know that in Pasadena you can buy anthropomorphic taxidermied bugs doing a tarot card reading? Because you can. Much to Victor’s chagrine.