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Thursday, August 23
The New Site Is Open!Holy crap!! In 6 weeks, I've gone from knowing nothing about HTML and using the lame Yahoo! PageBuilder, to building my own site, using php and modifying entire scripts. This weblog will no longer be updated. Go to the new weblog, and see what's up! Comment Heaven Isn't Too Far AwayI have completed every section of the new site, except the online store. I'll be sending out an Email to everyone in my address book (if you've mailed me before, you're there) when it opens... Truth: I am really excited. I am going to leave this site up, so new people can see the evolution of my skills between the two sites, and so I never forget how lame I am when I start to think I know a thing or two about scripting. Now I just have to learn how to make the old index page say "we've moved" and automatically push you to the new site...but not now. Now, I sleep. Wil Comment Wednesday, August 22
Cool EmailsSince I got listed on memepool, I've gotten lots of emails. Surprisingly, all of them were cool. I was really expecting people to be shitty to me. Here are a couple of them, that made me smile:
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It's Starting AgainSomebody made an entry at Memepool about my site, and stuff. "Wil Wheaton, often vilified for his role as Star Trek's Wesley Crusher, has grown up to have a bit of time on his hands." I wonder if "They" will start dumping a ton of shit on me again? Comment New Site UpdateIt is currently 3AM here in wonderful Los Angeles, and I present to you the following facts: My wife is out of town I have been sitting at my computer almost all day. The most recent session started at about 830 last night. I arm hurts so badly, I can hardly hold my mouse. Put it all together, and you can only reach one conclusion: That's right, I am 2 pages away from completing the new site, and opening it for your surfing pleasure. Time for bed. Comment Monday, August 20
Where The Hell Have I Been?So I was reviewing my entries, and I noticed that I left all these promises of stories open, unfulfilled, like so many prom-night expectations... Well, I'll tell you why: I have been working on the new site, non-stop, since I posted my last entry, and it is about 90% complete, and will be open before Friday the 24th. But here is something fun for you to do: you can read the greatest interview I've ever done. And keep checking the new new site... Comment Friday, August 17
Major New Site UpdateToday, I moved much closer to opening the cool, ad-free, new website! I even made a cool flash animation for the placeholder page, all by myself. I think the styles on the current index page are what I'm going to be using sitewide once we open. Check it out, and let me know what you think.
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First PostHey kids. I finally made my First Post at Killoggs. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle. (I have a prize for anyone who can tell me what that is from.)* *Promises to award prizes will not be honoredComment Tuesday, August 14
The J.Keith van Straaten Show Returns!I am the sidekick on a VERY cool late night talk show. Here's the details. If you're gonna be in LA, come to the show, and meet me afterwards!!! *Mark Your Calendars!! Save The Date!!* Comment Dodger BaseballI am a HUGE baseball fan. I play. I watch. I listen. I kick the computers ass on PlayStation MLB2001. And I go to the games, most often with my mom and dad, because they have seats two rows above the Dodger dugout. As a matter of fact, you can see us in the background whenever a right-handed batter is up, if we are at the game. There is a GREAT story about why we have the seats, which I'll tell you another time. Well, dad took Anne and me to the game tonight, so we could watch Chan Ho Park throw a perfect game through 4, a no hit shutout through 7, and leave the game with a 3 hit shutout in the 8th. Of course, these are the Dodgers we're talking about here, so they only managed 1 run while stranding 13 runners over 8 innings, so when Jim Tracy brought in our "closer" Jeff Shaw, we weren't heading for the parking lot, confident of a Dodger victory. So Shaw comes in, Expos (yeah, I forgot to mention that, we were playing the Montreal Expos) get 4 quick runs, and the Dodgers lose, 4-1. Take me out to the ballgame! Comment QuestionI've gotten a few comments from people that the blog is hard to read. When you read this, and I'm talking specifically to you, okay? When you read this, would you post a comment or send me an Email, so I know? Comment Kids Are CoolTonight, while I was sitting here, cursing up a storm while I tried to get the new site closer to operation, my step kids decided that they wanted to watch The Mummy on DVD. So I told them that they could, but Ryan had to shower before he could start it, and Nolan would have to wait for him. So Ryan runs off to his room, (kids have two speeds at 12: the excited run and the sullen stalk), and shouts back to Nolan, "Make some popcorn!" Nolan looks at me, and says, "I'm really burnt out on popcorn, Wil." "So just make some for Ryan," I replied, "that would be a really cool thing to do." So he goes into the kitchen, (he hasn't hit the 2 speed phase yet) and gets out the popcorn (I can't endorse Newman's Own enough- it rules, and the profits go to charity, so we all win). I sit back at the computer, trying to make the new site look less lame (it's not coming along as well as I'd like, dammit), and Nolan calls to me from the kitchen. "Wil! There's a lot of smoke coming out of the microwave!" I get up, and as I get closer to the kitchen, I recognize that smell that is so familiar to college dorms...no, not weed, jackass. The smell of burnt microwave popcorn. Well, Ryan comes out of his room, and Nolan looks crestfallen. "Ryan, I ruined the popcorn, and it was the last one." He says, looking like a puppy who's just been caught chewing up your Boba Fett that was still in the blister pack. Ryan looks at me, and back to his upset little brother, and he totally says, "That's okay, Nolan, I'll eat it anyway." So we open the bag, and take out a black ball of burning popcorn, toss it into the sink, and Ryan pours the rest of the popcorn into our popcorn bowl. (You see, when you're married, all of a sudden you get all this stuff that only has one use. Like The Popcorn Bowl, or The Water Glasses. I don't know about you, but when I was a bachelor, I only had 2 bowls and about 5 glasses, and they pulled serious double and triple duty.) Sorry. Tangent. So Ryan ends up sitting on the couch, eating the totally burnt popcorn, and all was right with the world. See what I mean about kids being cool? Nolan made the effort to do something for his brother, and Ryan made the effort to appreciate it, even at his own peril. I wish adults were more like that. Comment Monday, August 13
New Site News!I haven't gotten around to posting any of the other stories about the weekend, or the Tahoe stories, because I've been working on the new site all day. I'll tell ya, without the visual quickstart guides, I'd be even lamer than I already am. So here is the big news! I finally installed, uploaded and configured a message board for the new site!! Hooray! The templates haven't been changed from the default, because I haven't decided what the new site will look like, yet, but you can check it out, and I'm pretty sure you can post there, if you want to. Just remember that it's still considered BETA. (I'm working on a VHS version) Wil Comment Sunday, August 12
ArchivesJust a little news item here: I'm having blogger only display the last 10 day's worth of ramblings, to cut down on page loading times. If you wanna see the older stuff, just click archives, and read away. Because Reading Is Fundamental. And knowing is half the battle! Comment LiberatingYou know what's liberating? Putting the webcam on the lavalamp, then standing behind it in my underwear. Comment Free DimitryI'm working on some other stuff right now, but I just saw this webpage. I've followed Dimitry's story for awhile, and I think everyone should be pretty pissed off about what's being done to this guy. Comment ProcrastinationLook at me! I'm a cowboy! Howdy, howdy, howdy! Anyone remember that from The Far Side? It was one of my favorites when I was in school. Well, kids, it's too damn hot today to do anything but stay inside, and since my house is such a complete and utter disaster, I'm putting off cleaning it up, and bringing the old Burrito Blog up to date. I'm going to go in reverse order, starting with last night's excursion for Anne's birthday, yesterday afternoons Improv show, and yesterday morning's meeting with Roger. Then I'll give up the promised stories from the Tahoe trip. I really need to get a digital camera, so I can include cool picture links in these stories, don't you think? Before I get started, I want to clarify something, so you can understand a little something about your Sweet Uncle Willie: But Anne's friend Michelle lives near Irvine, and there is this one cool place there, so I sucked it up, and met them, and our friend Stephanie (who introduced me to and Anne) for dinner, and entertainment. Dinner, or When The Waiter Came, I said "eww! Look! The waiter came!"The plan was to meet Anne and the girls at The Cheesecake Factory, but I guess the wait there was 45-70 minutes. 45-70 minutes?! does anyone really want to wait that long for a seat in a restaurant? Sure, at Hooters I can understand that, but at The Cheesecake Factory? I guess the girls all felt the same way, so they went to some place called "Champps Americana", which is sort of a sportsbar/micro-brewery/I'm-having-a-mid-life-crisis-and-I-want-to-eat-at-a-place-like-the-ones-I-went-to-in-college place. So we get seated, and we're ordering, and, right in the middle of Anne giving her order, the waiter cuts her off, points towards me, and says, "Hey! The kid from Stand By Me!"...Now, whenever that happens, I don't quite know what to say. Should I jump up and shout "Traaiiiiinnnn!" or tell him a story, or what? I never know how to handle that...I don't want to say, "Yes! You are correct, sir! Now please treat me differently the entire course of our meal, for I am from movies!". So there's this tiny, uncomfortable pause, and my friend Stephanie follows the waiter's pointing finger, over my shoulder and says, "You know, I think that is Corey Feldman, right over there!" And we all laughed, and it was okay. So we're waiting for our dinner to come, and waiting, and waiting, and getting hungrier and hungrier, and this runner finally comes by with some food. He sets Steph's ribs down in front of her, and as he's leaning over, he dumps a huge, Ron Jeremy-sized load of alfredo juice all down the shoulder and back of my cool fairview t-shirt! Suddenly, he realizes two things: The food is not ours, it goes to the table next to us, and he just spooged pasta sauce all over my back. So what does he do? He picks up the ribs, says NOTHING about my back! Nothing at all! Not even, "sorry" or "who's your daddy, wesley?" So this is a huge mess down my back, and it takes two napkins to wipe it all off...and Stephanie says, "The lest he could have done is bought you dinner before he came on your back." And my wife says, "Yeah, now you are totally his bitch." I realize that some of you are having your image of sweet little Gordie and uber-square Wesley completely shattered right now, but I think it's best that you get to know the real me sooner than later, that way it won't hurt so badly when we break up. Okay, back to the story: FINALLY, our food comes, and it is brought to us by the manager. So I see this guy in a tie coming over, and I think, "Sweet! This turkey burger is on the house!" He sets our food down, apologizes for the wait, and leaves!! He doesn't even acknowledge the stain down my back! Now, maybe he didn't know....I can't imagine this conversation: Runner: Uh, sir? I just came on the back of Tv's Wil Wheaton But you know what I really think? I think the huge, corporate, "sportsbar/micro-brewery/I'm-having-a-mid-life-crisis-and-I-want-to-eat-at-a-place-like-the-ones-I-went-to-in-college place" doesn't care about your Uncle Willie, and you know why? Because he isn't the target audience. He wasn't wearing penny loafers without socks and corduroy shorts. He didn't have a ponytail, and he wasn't drinking Smirnoff Ice when the Zima ran out!! Oh well. The food wasn't too bad, and the waitstaff did come and sing "Happy Birthday" to my wife...and our waiter was pretty cool...he could keep up with our sarcasm and jokes and stuff...Oh, and there were lots of interesting people to watch while we ate...which reminds me, and get out a pencil and write this down, people: Just because they make a babydoll t-shirt that says "sexy" in rhinestone across the chest in a size 18 doesn't mean anyone should wear it! Because, damn, man, dimples, okay? Okay. Is anyone still with me? The next place we went was actually really really cool: Sing Sing With A Swing"Sing Sing" is a cool piano bar, where 2 guys sit at facing pianos and sing popular tunes and stuff. It is really rowdy, kinda raunchy, and super fun. They play all sorts of songs, from blink 182 to elvis to freebird (because skynard isn't really a band anyway, they're just that one song, and 'sweet home alabama', right? Oh! interesting fact about skynard: their high school guidence counsellor told them that they'd never make it as a rock band. His name? Leonard Skynard. No shit. And the guy who started FedEx? He presented the idea as a thesis in college, and he professor gave him a terrible grade, because "this will never work." So let that be a lesson to you. Don't let anyone tell you what you can't do. Unless it's me, and I'm telling you to stop wearing those damn babydoll t-shirts, okay? Okay.) So there is much singing, much dancing, and a very eclectic crowd, which is rare in cookie-cutter Orange County. And they take requests, so we request "Jesse's Girl" and "Don't Stop Believin'"...and they played them, and the whole place went CRAZY! It was really cool. If you can find a Sing-Sing near you, check it out. Okay, I'm posting this, so I can work on the Improvathon story, and the meeting with Roger story, before I get into the Tahoe saga. I am spending entirely too much time on this weblong and website thing. I really need to get a life. Or a job. Or a ride to the arcade. Comment Friday, August 10
A/S/LI wonder if anyone wants to bug me in realtime? If you do, try ICQ 126829884. Or AOL IM tvswilwheaton. You know what's super lame? I had an ICQ number under 100,000. But I can't remember what it was, and I can't remember what the password was anyway. Dammit. Comment BendependentBen is a really, really cool guy. He's also a really great artist, and has a great sense of humor. He draws all the heads for Killoggs, and he does really funny animations, too. You must see this right now. Comment LeftyI'm left-handed, and it's really influenced the way I live my life. See, I pride myself on living outside of the mainstream. I don't want to be part of the teeming masses. I must be different. But being left handed has sort of...uh...shaded...that desire a little bit. I realized that this morning, as I was responding to Email about my PDA, which is a Palm, rather than a Visor. I've got a Palm, but it's looking more and more like the cool kids have a handspring. See, I got a Palm because I am left handed. Let me explain: being a lefty, once a year, as a child, I'd walk into the sporting goods store, and walk past aisle after aisle of right-handed gloves on my way to the half of a shelf of left-handed gloves. And I would pick over the dusty gloves that I didn't pick last year. Or the year before. Wesley is Dead, Long Live Wesley!Indie sent me a really entertaining email while I was /away, and she mentioned to me that she started the "Wesley doesn't suck" thread on this message board. Indie sounds really cool, and her website is cool too. And I'm not just saying that because she said "Wesley Crusher was sexy". So there. Comment Mini VansSlorge makes my point about minivans: On minivans, the thing minivans have going for them...is that they look like shuttle craft from Star Trek! Especially now with the TV/vcr combo's, Onstar systems, radar detectors, cel phones, etc., You've practically got a bridge on that ship. Great. Just ^%@#*ing great. So I drove over 18 hours in a $%!ing shuttlecraft. I do not have the words to express how mortified I am Comment |
