The last time I tried to define myself by more than one thing, I cheated the wrong way. I wrote the Lisa name and gave the Ralph answers! So until I can master Wheatonesque multi-qualities in the mode of success, I think I'm better off letting people who don't know about me or care anything about my work to define me. Thanks for cracking the vault, Crypt Keeper. That's a good one.

The latin is, I think, "operor non exsisto a penis" but it might be better translated into Klingon. When I saw it first, I was happy to note that it wasn't translated into latin. I'm not sure why. Maybe because the motto matters, and it would be a little pretentious (and dissonant) to have to explain the latinate suggestion to not be a dick. Wow. This the most I've ever written or thought in my entire life about a t-shirt. I think it should get its own television series.

I'm pretty sure this is the crest that Scalzorc stole from you, inspiring the now-famous, well-documented and (now, with visual confirmation of the pilfered booty) completely justified retribution. Really: well done, Wil. I can't say enough about the design.

Oh, and for those of you wondering, the Meeps are from Carcassonne, but I always think of those little pom pom guys from Quest for Glory. Now I won't!

I'm sure this is by design, but I absolutely adore the fact that the crest is also a compass: the black boxes inform the gray with a vertical dominance. In other words - Science vertically connects with sci-fi, which is created from a mix with the writing arts (i.e. the quill - going horizontal). Ergo SCIENCE + _writing arts_ = sci-fi Conversely - Writing arts vertically connects with video game scripting/which is created from science (horizontally.) Ergo WRITING ARTS + _science_ = video gaming With a d20 to rule them all. Your aim, sir, is impossibly true.

Well, I was going to refer to the time that I exploited a rules lawyer GM during the original Dragonlance campaign, knowing that Tasslehoff wasn't "supposed" to die yet and jumping face first into a 1000 foot pit below the Draconian elevators. Instead, I'd rather submit my most recent encounter with rules lawyers: This thread.

I read the title, expecting the story to descend into The Cure-inspired Lovecraftian madness, but really enjoyed this anyhow! Nice details, a great meditation on the awakening of the muse, and a lovely way to describe a common walk in its own right. Brilliant stuff, Wil. Thanks.

This isn't adroit I was looking for. "Adroit." Congratulations on the great press, but I can't believe you got "adroit." I've been seriously trying for the past seven years to get someone to use that exact word in reference to me...and failed. Now, if it ever does happen, I'll just feel like a copycat.

I still don't know what 2nd base is.

There is a special stress that comes with realizing that you've got two passions you want to explore to their logical conclusion, but that you also know that there are going to be some choices in acting jobs that cut off some writing paths, and vice versa. Of course, you could always take Felicia Day's lead, and just write a bunch of stuff for you to cast yourself in, although I do wonder if it ever gets weird trying to channel your own voice.