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This just keeps getting better. Not only is Obama palling around with spider man, but he’s saving us from Darth Vader too! I wonder if he’s related to Luke Skywalker. The two of ‘em look like they might share a parent or two. Which either means Obama’s committing patricide in this image, or Padme was a little less than faithful to little ‘ol Emokin.
Anywho, funny picture aside this isn’t going to be another political post. I have a limit on those things, and from what the voices in my head tell me there will be some very unhappy people if I exceed it. Instead, I’d like to mention that I was reading back over this postat Wil Wheaton’s blog and for some reason or another it struck a chord with me. Maybe it’s because I get exasperated when I see another geek get frustrated with stupid people, or maybe it’s just because I was too young to have anything against Wesley Crusher (okay, I’ll admit it, I wanted to be a super-genius, socially awkward, and sometimes badly written deus ex machina machine just like him). In the end though, it just really bothers me that despite millions of years of genetic development there are still people who can’t dissociate two simple concepts like actor and character.
You know how they say most animals don’t recognize themselves when they look in the mirror? Yeah. Same thing. Of course, this isn’t my field, so an expert might disagree with me. Thankfully, the people who are crazy enough to study physics are typically smart enough to not be that dumb.
Remember kids, though it might be easy to mistake them, Wil Wheaton and Wesley Crusher are not the same person. Yes they’re both super geniuses (gogo gadget Wheaton!), yes they both have superpowers (Journey’s End versus Blue Beetle), but for the love of all that is holy they’re… hey wait… they are an awful lot alike. Only Wil writes better than Wes ever spoke… OH MY GOD. Wil Wheaton is Wesley Crusher! He must have traveled back in time to dissociate himself from his character! I’m going to have to go get him to set the clock on my VCR that’s collecting dust in my basement. No matter what I do I can’t seem to get it to stop showing the proper time. Realistically, I think Wesley Crusher is the only boy-genius in the universe smart enough to save me.
Or at least I should get him to come play DnD with the crew. From what I hear Wil’s pretty good at that.
While I’m on the topic of former Star Trek: The Next Generation actors. I had a bizarre dream the other day in which I discussed Shakespeare with Patrick Stewart. As grossly informative an entertaining as that conversation would probably be, I can’t help but feel that I would be utterly outclassed and made a fool of by his vastly superior knowledge of Billy’s work. That and his accent. Hell, he’d probably talk me into an overstimulated coma just by asking how to get to the nearest McDonald’s. I’d end up being reduced to little more than “that guy” - you know, the one who blathers on incessantly about nothing particularly interesting or relevant? And ends up asking really stupid questions?
Yeah.
That guy.
