This morning I woke up early, snerking at a still-fresh dream. I could be hip, suave, and svelte, in my dreams — in the past, I’ve even been able to fly — but no, these day’s my subconscious still knows I’m a nerd.
In this particular episode, after a chain of odd-and-unrelated events, I found myself in a bar talking to a reporter-type that was friends with my brother. As I recollect, this “reporter” was rather Veronica Mars-esque (complete with cool cap similar to this thing that i totally want to learn to crochet… but that’s for another post), though tended rather a lot more toward the entertainment/tabloid end of the reporting scale rather than toward the NYT. She was bemoaning the fact that she was having difficulty getting an interview with Patrick Dempsey, despite being at some function-or-other where he was in attendance.
Veronica Mars Reporter-type Chick, exasperated: “I had such trouble trying to pin him down. And then there was this
Wil Wheaton guy…”
Me: “Wait, what? Wil Wheaton was there?!?” … me, becoming highly irritated I wasn’t informed about this little shindig, nor invited.
VMRTC: “Yeah, so?”
Me: “Jeez. Wil Wheaton is much cooler than McDreamster or McDreamy or whatever the hell he’s called. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
VMRTC, eye-rolling: “uh-huh.”
Me, with a Look,IKnowOfWhatISpeak,YouPoorThingToNotBeEnlightened expression: “Oh, yeah. Totally.” Like, Duh.
Hah. I have no idea from whence that nugget came; perhaps related to an ad we saw recently for Dempsey’s newest movie, and the fact that I follow Wil Wheaton’s tweets and have his latest book on my bedside table (which I’m enjoying as much as I did his previous books). He’s also a big ol’ geek (which you already know if you read his blog), and a McGeek like that, particularly one who can write so eloquently, and with such humor, about tech & geek life, trumps a McDreamy any day of the week.