In which Wil goes to Germany

The following was written about ten hours ago, on another continent. I thought I'd published it before I left, but it turns out I saved it as a draft, instead. Good times.

I'm sitting in the lounge at LAX, waiting to board my flight to Heathrow. Sometime tomorrow afternoon, I'll end up in Germany, do my best to adjust to jet lag, and then spend the weekend at FedCon.

I'm super excited to talk about Star Trek, read from Memories of the Future, talk about Eureka, and get my geek on with European fans for the first time since Anne and I went to London in 1996.

I'm not taking a cell with me, because it costs something like a million zillion eurobucks to do anything with it, so Anne and I will be out of instant concoct for the first time since we've known each other. That's going to be weird, but I understand that primitive people during the 20th century did that all the time, so I'm embracing the novelty. Until I get to my hotel room, connect my laptop to the Internet, and talk to her online.

I will be mostly Internet silent while in Germany, which will be weird for me, but I will make every effort to deploy the obligatory I AM IN YOU messages when I reach my various destinations.

Have a good week and weekend, everyone.

This was written more recently:

I'm sitting in a lounge at Heathrow, waiting to make my connection to Germany. Our flight here was pushed by a massive tailwind that got us here something like 40 minutes early, but also gave us the worst turbulence I've ever experienced. I hardly slept at all, so I feel a little blurry. My body thinks it's about 5am, and even though I keep showing it my watch, it isn't buying it.

I'm glad I have a day to adjust, so I'm not doing my Zombie Wil Wheaton impression all weekend.