"If my opinion on this is somehow distressing to you because your experience is different, and you feel a need to be really shitty to me about it, I suggest you save us both the headache and keep it to yourself." *giggles uncontrollably*

The show is awesome, and I know you're a fan of Kickstarter - did you order ZPocalypse or Velociraptor, Cannibalism? I'm super excited about both. And Blurble...

Ok, so at the risk of being the super-annoying fangirl (feel free to stop reading): I was 4 when TNG premiered. I remember watching it. It's one of my first memories, ridiculously enough. Well that and wheelbarrow rides. I would watch episodes when I could, but they were on after my evening tv time was up (unless my mother was in a particularly kind mood) until my 6th birthday, which happened towards the end of Season 2. I was a weird kid. I'm still a weird grownup. I'm lucky enough as an adult to have found friends that are just as goofy as me, and my family may not get me, but they love me. But when I was 6, I had my family...and Star Trek. And that ridiculous dream of being in StarFleet (and God help someone who told me I couldn't). This is literally the sweetest thing I've ever seen. It took a long time for me to be not mad at you. When you left Star Trek, I felt betrayed. Like the boy that was cool enough to be doing the things that I could only splash about in the bathtub pretending to do when I was 4...didn't want to do them. Eventually, I got to the point when I was about 20, and had been a total b*tch for the past 5 years and realized it, that I was like, "Dude. He was 18." And then I read "Just a Geek." Which pretty much sealed the fact that you get to be on my "hero" list, no matter how fucking 'grownup' I get. I am totally babbling, but...if I love you as a fan all of these years (in a totally respectful of your space non stalking way...not that you'll believe that after this post)...how strange would it be for people who knew you and loved you in real life to not even more readily accept you and want you back in their life. You are, as ever, a human. Which makes you nifty. Anyway... *insert detached snarky comment so that I don't sound like a crazy person* Crap...too late.

Hugs for Wil. You can still be nice and stop giving them a reason to keep it. Disconnect it from your account. Don't enable people to be dicks. :) And...ok. So, St. Louis conventions suck. But we have a con in June called Con-Tamination...it's scifi/horror. Really, it would just be an excuse to stand in line for 3 hours to meet you. So...if I say please, with geeky cosplay on top...I hope you'll at least look at the page and get a good laugh before you say no. :) I can't really think of a reason you'd make an appearance at our anime-con. Ok, /endfangirldorkdom

In which I nearly pee myself laughing too hard. That was made of awesome.

Lego Geeks In SPACE! Coming to a theater near you.

Nice. Silicon Spatulas of Scraping are only a plus 1. I highly recommend a stone casserole dish of even baking. They are a plus 5 cooking, plus 3 fire-resist (and burn resist) bread-making tool. And it IS magic. Well, magic as I understand it. I've been a pagan for about 12 years...and there is little in the world that matches the magic of making things with my hands. Creating - whether I am woodworking, cooking or making mead - connects you to the things around you. Hope you continue discovering awesome things to try. :D