Wil Wheaton is back from vacation. Apparently, he either left his brain behind, or it’s still drunk on sunshine and surf. Either way, this post is well worth a read:
I was picking tomatoes in my back yard yesterday afternoon when the phone rang. Caller ID said it was my manager. I picked it up and said, “Mister Black! What’s up?”
“Seth Macfarlane wants to work with you tomorrow,” he said.
The next thing I knew, I was looking into the concerned faces of my wife and kids, while a machine behind me went ping!
“What happened?” I said.
“You answered the phone, screamed like a little girl, and fainted,” Anne said.