Do you have any plans to try brewing President Obama's Honey Brown Ale, Honey Porter and/or Honey Blonde now that the recipes have been released?

Happy Birthday and Happy DBaD Day! I saw a young woman holding a "Wil Wheaton says Don't Be a Dick" sign (with a grinning image of you next to it) at an anti-Phelps rally in Topeka, Kansas in April. So take heart -- even the Prime Dick has been served his DBaD notice. :-)

The DBAD version of Wil Wheaton also attended the optimistically titled "Million Fag March" in Topeka, Kansas a few weeks ago (albeit in 2D form): http://goo.gl/JjlnW For those non-link-clickers out there, the image is a young woman holding a sign with an image of Wil Wheaton and the words "Wil Wheaton Says Don't Be A Dick." So now everyone from the readers of Highlights for Children to the picketers of Westboro Baptist Church has been, as it were, schooled. :-)

A beard. In the event a beard cannot be grown, a suitably nefarious and/or steampunkish handlebar mustache may be substituted. If facial hair is not an option, a hench-beard may be hired (Henchbeings, Underlings, Menials, Peons and Sycophants Union approved, of course).

Oh, inverse neutrino pulse through the main navigational deflector, is there anything you can't fix? :-) Star Trek cast members making relevant and enormously funny Star Trek references while performing computer diagnostics . . . if we go any deeper, Leonardo DiCaprio will spontaneously appear. Seriously, that is not just awesome, but Double Beard Awesome.

Get well soon. I definitely second the Sriracha recommendation. No mere germ can withstand the fury of the mighty Red Rooster. As an aside, Mighty Red Rooster would make an awesome comic book superhero . . . but I digress. I've found saunas really helpful in getting the lungs clear, as well as soaking some heat deep into the core. If I can find one in Kansas, I'm fairly sure you can find one where you live. :-) Bragg's is good stuff, too. I was a little dubious when I looked at the label (the picture screamed "Crazy Bonnet Lady is Crazy") but when I actually tried it, Everything Went Better Than Expected.

This story cuts so deep into childhood fears. Your body becomes a mystery. Your parents' relationship becomes a nuanced minefield instead of an assumed part of existence. Everything that was certain becomes uncertain. The closet and the future both open into uncertainty and chaos. Great story. I thank you, and the sleep I'm not going to be getting tonight thanks you.

By day he is billionaire play-dog Seamus, but by night he is Batman!

All hail the Cape of Dicks! It is made of Awesome! Also of dicks. It renders its wearer immune to the effects of wands, rods and staves (especially the dreaded and mysterious Staff of Freud), as well as providing a +5 to AC vs attacks from quarterstaffs, spears, arrows and certain monsters such as the Overly Friendly Roper (said to be common in certain Eastern lands) and the dreaded and rarely discussed Gelatinous Tube. On a related note, when I explained the Cape of Dicks to my girlfriend (as one does), I told her that, as it appeared to be trimmed in knit dicks, that some had sat down for a long evening of knitdicking. She promptly informed me that it had, in fact, been a dickknitting sitting. Whereupon we looked at each other, lost it, and literally LOLed for long enough to make everyone else in the coffee shop think we'd gone insane. I'd like to say that was the strangest conversation we've ever had, but I wouldn't like to lie. :-)

Happy Blogiversary! (Is that a word? It is now!)

Happy Rebirthday. I know this has probably been said before by others, but reading your 2009 post again, it just hit me why they call the process of achieving fame "becoming a star." Both involve the application of tremendous pressure until a transformation occurs at a basic level. Both result in the creation of something that didn't exist before, unique and different from every other star. And in both cases, the bigger they are, the greater the internal pressure, the shorter the span, and the greater the chance the end of their existence as stars will take place in a sudden cataclysm. In your case, a small star, out of the main sequence, gradually accreted enough free-floating particles of geekium and nerdrogen to achieve critical mass and reignite. That's my theory, anyway.

A shamefully delayed Happy Birthday to the brewer of delicious beers, co-raiser of cool sons, and right-wise crowned King of Non-Dickishness! From the darkest depths of Topeka (which, let's face it, are pretty dark) the cry comes forth: Let there be Cake amd Ale and Joy in abundance! Huzzah!

"Instead of someone getting up to get a refill of guacamole, someone'll just squirt." I love how those are apparently the two options. I will now never be able to ask for a guacamole refill without bursting out in very difficult to explain laughter.

Wil, first, thank you for posting this. Everyone (well, everyone who isn't a twit) is behind you on this. This groping "patdown" nonsense is most certainly unreasonable search and seizure, though the second isn't exactly in the sense that the Founders were anticipating. I mean, what would George Washington do if some TSA agent tried to manhandle Martha's Special Friend? I'd imagine it would be the ass-kicking heard 'round the world. I'm not sure whether the Congress or the President can be persuaded to take action unless and until enough passengers simply refuse to cooperate. We have to take our personal freedoms into our own hands, or they'll end up in the TSA's hands. TSA, I say to you what George Takei so eloquently said to William Shatner: "Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on!"

"I'm so proud of myself, I could fart a rainbow (and I probably will in a little while.)" As long as you don't fart a double rainbow, all the way across the sky. Because that would be, as we know, so intense. I am definitely fixing this for supper tomorrow. As an aside, I don't think it is possible to read the name of this recipe out loud in any voice other than Patrick Stewart's. Attempting to do so could cause a rip in the fabric of space and time (this being aside from any other rips that may occur later).

Excellent! Bought, and sitting on the Kindle ready to read.

Please include me in the list of people who would love to be entered into the Lottery Of Win. Oh, if you do make a video of the dice rolling (and we know that you have enough dice), you know you get a +20 circumstance bonus to your Awesomeness if one of them is The Dragon's Heart, right?

The Swatch Phone is an ancient relic, spoken of in whispers in lore now lost to the lands of Men. Only this fragment remains to speak of its dire power and sinister purpose: One Phone to rule them all, One Phone to find them One Phone to bring them all, and to Wil Wheaton bind them

I would love to be entered in the lottery. I'm keeping it for myself, though. I may, however, be persuaded to loan it to my Star Trek uber-geek friend if she promises to watch Big Bang Theory and kneel before Zod Evil Wil Wheaton. :-)

Here's something to make you feel a little less small: You know that feeling, when Anne rested her head against your chest? That moment, that meaning is timeless and infinite, more rare than meteors or even planets. Like the constellations, it exists because we join things that are separate, and create meaning out of dreams. We are not small, because we have in us such things as even the stars might envy. Just a thought. Happy Yuletide.