So Brand Link read about this new fangled "social media" stuff and said "Sounds perfect for Jose, he's just been diagnosed as a full blown sociopath."

>Laphroaig [is] about the peatiest of the peat! Mmm, that's what all those damn kids on my lawn drink, while they play their hoppity-hip music too loud. Then they grow up and discover Ardbeg. Aaaaaah, Ardbeg.

If I want to snailpost you a (virgin) bottle of Ardbeg (or something something underwear something) would it be via your agent or what?

Mmmm. OK then, some proper constructive criticism. The concept feels too big for a Sloane's teddy treatment, but the treatment is too cramped and the courses delivered too swiftly to satisfy. There's not enough fleshing out of the characters to draw me in to their stories. They're just exposed catspaws for the narrator. But I do want to read more about the greater tale of the colony and the Gan. There's at least a novella there, and I want to read it. But please, run the next tranche past a copy editor. You have literally thousands of Wheatonites standing by to polish your junk before you open your kimono next time.

UPDATE: mai waifu sent to bed, Ardbeg infusing the air - let's get our READ on.

In for $5, looking forward to reading it when the stars align (and the Ardbeg kicks in). Now, when do we get a spoken word album? I swear, you reading Star Spangled Banner to a Molly Lewis uke track - fried gold.

Start my FREE... already a member... click here to... what the what now? I just want to eBay you some money, man. Why you gots to make it so complexicated?

Ah, the game that first made me fully appreciate my wife. Two hours of pissing and moaning about how dull and pointless it all was, while a table of nerds gutted each other, then calmly flipping her cards and quietly declaring "By the way, I've just won, bitches". Now, that's Illuminating old skool.

Great, now I'm hungry, horny(*) and I want to roll up a half-orc cleric-assassin. (*) May be unrelated to above picture - I can only hope so.

Wait, wait - another nerd-friendly show I have to catch up on? Your resumurected career is really starting to piss me off, Wheeeeeatonnnnn. At this point, my only hope for having some free time is if you get caught on camera accidentally stabbing Nathan Fillion because Jim Parsons dodged the knife.

Fair point. Illuminati has similar gameplay, but hidden objectives, which ameliorates the problem. It also encourages some creative strategies. Like when we persuaded my ex-girlfriend to play, and she spent an hour griping about how pointless and silly it all was, before eventually flipping her objectives and cackling "By the way - I win, nerds!" I say ex-girlfriend because I married her. I wasn't intending to, but resistance was obviously futile.

Once you wear a kilt, it's just a slippery slope all the way down to the inevitable giant diaper singagram role.

Another show I have to catch up on? I'm still ploughing through Eureka because of you. Wheeeeeatonnnnnn! Anyway, I watched your vid on the sly in the office and had to punch myself in the balls to stop from laughing out loud. Which got me thinking - are you in danger of typecasting yourself as a comedy character now? Anyway, hang in there. When someone finally makes a Half Life movie, I doubt they'll even bother having an audition for Gordon Freeman, they'll just shoot it around your schedule.

Was your appearance on the Star Trek cast Weakest Link episode the genesis of Evil Wil Wheaton? Throwing this one open to the audience: when was Evil Wil Wheaton first spotted in the wild?

To keep the Geekiverse in balance, Hayden Christensen needs to promote a synopsis of Next Gen done with sock puppets.

Uh... you'll want to check out the comic link. Although hygiene is a fair point - I wonder how many of those dice have been licked for luck, or worse.

Sometimes the magic does last, doesn't it? I'm on 18 years and counting. Sure, come the zompocalypse, I'll still waste the missus, but I'll be screaming "NOOOOOOOooooooooo!" as I swing the axe.

Hey, no hard feelings, by the way. Here's one of my own: Two galaxies go into a bar. The bartender turns to the lenticular galaxy and says "I'll serve you, but your friend is barred".

Your Tube killed my Twitter account! Funny story. While I was still cracking up over the Special Guest video, the wonderful @bonniegrrl tweeted a (semi)spoiler, and I replied with an ironic rejoinder that people who post spoilers are... very very bad people. However, I didn't #hashtag, LOL or ;) the tweet, Bonnie initially took it literally and tweeted as such, and before my humble apology for the offence and misunderstanding, and her characteristically graceful response hit the tweeterfeeds... ZOMG @wilw just tweet-blocked me. Holy. Carp. Wil Wheaton, the guy I fought for back in the Day, in the First Troll War on alt.wesley.crusher.die.die.die - the Serenity Valley of Usenet - he just blocked me. It was like being bitch-slapped by Gandalf: super awesome and chillingly awful all at once. But you know what? Awesome wins out. A guy with 1,700,000 twitter followers - that's one point seven million - and a feed that doubtless scrolls past like the Matrix on bennies, actually took the time to block one random nobody simply because they'd (apparently) offended one of their chums? I'm calling that as classy. That personal touch, having the smack down put on me by Wil. Goddamn. Wheaton? Well worth an account switch-er-oo. What, I was going to continue with a Twitter feed that didn't have @wilw in it? Not in this universe, or the next. Rock on, Wil. You are the real deal, sir.

Urgh, "other products"? Must resist the urge to write "Captain's Ready-For-Anything Room" Slashfic. Must... resist.

The problem with that interpretation is that "If you don't know what I've advocated, you have no business claiming to represent us." is exactly correct. It's not egotistical, just 100% stone cold accurate. If your ostensible job is to advocate gamers, and you don't know the keynotes from PAX off by heart, then you're in the wrong job. Asking to be edumacated is either eye-bat trolling, or a sign that you really are incompetent. Either way, you. Do. Not. Speak. For. Me. And in the end, that's what it comes down to. When Joe Random Webguy stands up and claims "I speak for gamers", I want the @wilw of the world to tear him a new one. If not @wilw, then who?

^^^ That, spammed in a combo. FLAWLESS VICTORY. Joe Blow gets to play the "Who Wil Wheaton?" card. A self describer gamer advocate doesn't, not without getting asked to flash their Nerd ID Card.

Consider it pre-ordered, and I'll give one to the wife too. And a shirt.

Yes, I like to think that when I'm trolled because of my celebrity status, I'll do better as well. For one thing, in that universe I'll have Katee Sackhoff and Alyson Hannigan mewling for me to come back to bed rather than getting engaged by the Gosh, But I Only Meant... Trolls.

Don't frak out on us, I think we got it. First up, you are Somebody in gamer circles. Anybody who actually had seen or read your PAX keynotes wouldn't have asked "Yehbut, what has Wil Wheaton ever done for us?" If you describe yourself as a representative of gamers, it's your Goddamn job to know who said what at PAX. If you don't, then you're not a gamer advocate, you're just a general purpose Fight Teh Powah activist coat-tailing on a handy cause. So yes, in context, you weren't being a dick. You were just calling out a nobody who is trying to be a somebody by association. Let's see their keynotes, their track history, their picture of themselves laughing it up in a cloak. Like as not, the GamePolitics poster is some youngling who thinks that the revolution started when they moved out of their parents' basement (if they have). But every generation needs a sharp reminder that the ground that they're fighting on is already wet with the blood and sweat and tears of us gamerdads. Blister-wrap cuts, flop sweat, and quit-without-saving tears maybe, but these trenches are only here because we dug them. Gamerdad posse represent.