I promise this isn't going to turn into "The Happiest Days Reviews: in Exile." It's just that I needed to come up for air for a minute, and saw this review of Happiest Days at Tech Universe:
Reading the well-written Happiest Days was a fun experience, and you can't help but feel like Wheaton is telling you these stories himself . . .and these really are some happy and fun stories, including one about his love of Star Wars action figures, or his family run for the Susan G. Komen foundation, or his great poker game . . . or even his return to the stages that once housed Star Trek: The Next Generation, where he played Wesley Crusher.
I have to hand it to Wil, he brought back my own memories. I think he's around three years older than I am, and I fell in love with Star Wars figures at the same time; I was stuck wearing corduroys in the late 70s/early 80s (thank God they went out of style by the time my family moved to South Florida in 1984), and more.
Two themes are emerging in reviews and reader comments and e-mails: it feels like we're sitting together (possibly in a nice pub, having a few pints) while I tell you these stories myself, and the stories I tell are awakening shared memories from readers who, like me, are in Generation X.
Last night, I packaged the remaining hardcover book orders. I'll take all the domestic orders to the post office a little later today, and Anne and I will get started on the customs forms for the international orders just as soon as I get this writing assignment finished so I make my deadline a week from now. It's a cool fiction project that I should be able to talk about relatively soon, but at the moment I'm in a serious panic over it. Once again, I wish I could stop time, or at least slow it down.
(Speaking of stopping time, is anyone else totally over Heroes this season? I haven't been this disappointed by a series since the third season of Lost.)