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Friday, June 19, 2009

[290] well played, universe

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles! God smiled upon me this day! After yesterday's series of heart wrenching failures, I found myself redeemed. Joy to the world!
While folding laundry at work today, I decided to see what was happening in the Twitterverse. To my amazement, there, in burgundy print on my homepage, was my golden opportunity:
PDX! I'm talking about #Leverage on @TheSquare tonight at 7. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
- @WilW
Why, he may as well have been talking directly to me! I knew what I had to do.
Despite the ever-increasing downpour covering the area, I asked Lisa to drop me off at the MAX, rather than at my nice, warm house. I rode into Pioneer Courthouse Square and sat patiently on the soggy, brick steps, hoping to catch a glimpse. Sure enough, fifteen anxiety-ridden minutes later, he appeared. I would be lying if I said I didn't sit gaping for a moment, unsure of whether I should even approach this royal figure of geekhood. But I did it.
And I fangirled. Hard. There was nothing I could do. I wanted to say something cool or witty, but the only words I could muster - my shoulders shrugged up to my ears in bashfulness - were, "You were my very first crush as a little kid -- mind if I get a picture?"
Well, crap. I might as well have capped it off with, "Lolz." *sigh*
But he was gracious, and most likely well-accustomed to awkward geek worship. The nerd corps assembled to pay homage to the living shrine that is Wil Wheaton were certainly nothing to scoff at on an evening in which the threat of thunderstorms and funnel clouds loomed menacingly over PDX.
This is why there is no other subculture I'd rather be a part of than the geek subculture. It's a happy subculture, built off of a mutual love for something, rather than a mutual disdain. It is a subculture in which our grand poobah is a fairly average 30-something blogger/actor who can roam the streets in relative anonymity, save for the gamers, Trekkies, and web gurus who beg him for a twitpic and a review of the latest RPG. And this somewhat incidental celebrity is more than willing to oblige his fans, as are many of the other geek icons.
I will wave my nerd banner high, my friends! And, while I'm at it, I shall watch an episode of Star Trek on Netflix. Make it so.

Watch me take pics of and otherwise ogle Wil on the air in this vid from KGW.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

[289] wtf, universe?

In the picture above, you see me, eating a Pita from Pita Pit at Pioneer Courthouse Square at approximately 5:35pm. This was after deciding that I didn't really feel like sitting inside the restaurant to eat. This was also after deciding that, for the first time ever, I was NOT going to visit Powell's City of Books while wandering the city. These, as it turns out, were two of the dumbest decisions I could have made today. You see, apparently, my childhood idol, Wil Wheaton, was not only spotted outside Pita Pit at around 5:30 this evening, but he also then proceeded to spend the next two hours roaming the sci-fi section of Powell's. THAT'S THE SECTION I'M ALWAYS IN!!!! Hath the universe conspired against me??? I mean, I've written a freakin' (humorous, not creepy) song about this guy (which will hopefully make its YouTube debut sometime in the near future)! I watched Star Trek religiously for the Wesley Crusher scenes as a child. If he guest stars on a TV show, I immediately look it up and watch it. And here he was, not only in my city, but apparently mere steps behind me, and I MISSED HIM! I am a failure as a geek, a blogger, and a lover of all things '90s. End me now! I have failed you all, and I have failed myself. That picture should not be of me stuffing my face. It should be of me and Wil Wheaton poring over a copy of Shatnerquake. Guh.