Holy W. Crusher

So there I was, frittering away a few blocks of twenty minutes before making myself some breakfast; I'd read some biographical information posted by one of the bloggers to whom I've linked and then cruised to another linked blogger, looking for a particular post. As serendipity does, I found a different post to be more interesting: it referred to a PBS segment about - surprise! - blogging in which she'd participated. So I skittered over to that page.

At the bottom of the HTML document, a list of hopefuls had added their blog links. One of them, by virtue of its name, I imagined to be a spoof.

I really don't think it is. Which is, strangely, all at once surprising and yet completely anticipated. Surprising, yes, because one never quite knows if screen actors can sit down long enough to enjoy the amenities of we otherwise-occupied citizens. Star Trek: The Next Generation is and will remain my favorite television show; always a Data fan, never a fan of Wesley - either he was poking buttons on a COMM or expiring/disappearing with a refugee from Dr. Who who was badly in need of a makeover - but I nevertheless took away the impression that, having not seen much of Wheaton since he left the show in ~1990, he was probably quite an average guy. Don't tell me otherwise: my friend who's slugging it out in LA has described the alternate universe and the legions of walking oddities.

But lo: there it is. Funny guy, as told by a quick breeze through his FAQs. Married. Kids, or else on the way. Enjoys Enterprise.

Here's to normalcy!

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