Throw the glamour out the window…

It isn’t because I was a bonafide fan of Star Trek TNG that I like Wil Wheaton. I like the guy because he is one of the most candid, warm, down-to-earth, hard working, self-abnegating persons the bestiary of Hollywood has ever produced. Per his own words, this wasn’t always the case. Today’s Wil Wheaton is the product of his life experience and of paying close attention to past mistakes. That’s an exception, not the rule, from where I see it.

I read his journal almost daily. It is perhaps, due to the nature of his writing being so personal, a voyeuristic compelling. Who cares? On the other hand, I don’t have a local chapter of V.A., so I’ll have to live with it. Meanwhile, I’m having fun watching from my local window what Wil is up to and wants to share with us. Hey!, the guy actually writes you back like a friend if you send him a message and is something relevant. The couple of times he did write back to me was enough to make me grow an appreciation for the person, not the actor and writer.

Professionally, things seem to be brightening up for Wil. A few weeks ago he finished filming an episode for one of TV’s rating kings: CSI; yes, the original; Las Vegas centric issue of the franchise it has become (did I hear somewhere that there’s thinking about creating a CSI London? Or was I dreaming it?). Well, that episode airs tonight and I’ll be glued to the screen — at the expense of foresaking my Spanish “Novela” on Telemundo that airs at the same time as CSI, that is… Sigh, the sacrifices I’ll have to do for you, Wil…