Oh sure, but what was the question? Did he answer correctly? Was she asking him because she recognized him, or was she treating him like any passer-by on the street who might have an answer to her question?
These are the important subtleties in life that twitter just can't convey. That's why I'm asking for follow-up information in the comments section on a blog that Wheaton apparently doesn't even read. That will get results!
Will Wheaton was up all night shooting his bloody TV show outside our house with these huge lights blaring through our windows. It was like strong sunlight at 3am. Gotta figure out where I can get some of those Wheaton Bulbs. They'll be useful for torturing sources...
This is fucking lame, Wil can totally see past your desperate attempts to cash in on his internet/geek-chic credibility in hopes of ending up on the digg front page.
WIL SIGHTING! Tonight at the Driftwood Room at Hotel Deluxe in SW. He was having a happy hour beer with a coworker and discussing the relative merits of Buffy vs. Dollhouse. A fan got his autograph. AWESOME.
Harrumph. You are dead to me Wil Wheaton. Dead to me.
Oh sure, but what was the question? Did he answer correctly? Was she asking him because she recognized him, or was she treating him like any passer-by on the street who might have an answer to her question?
These are the important subtleties in life that twitter just can't convey. That's why I'm asking for follow-up information in the comments section on a blog that Wheaton apparently doesn't even read. That will get results!