It’s been a long time since I made a mixtape, but I remember making them all the time when I was a kid. I rarely had the opportunity to make them for another person, but that didn’t stop me from making endless awesome mixes to block out the world on...

This week’s It’s Storytime With Wil Wheaton is a sweet, queer story about … well, here’s how I introduced it: Have you ever known someone who went away for some reason, and came back so fundamentally changed, it’s like they picked up an alien parasite along the way that took...

When I do an interview, or I guest on a podcast, it never feels like it’s enough of a thing to post about it in my blog. It feels like the sort of thing I should just drop into Threads. The thing is, Threads suppresses the everlivingfuck out of almost...

And I have, again, fallen into a trap where I only post long essays to my blog that take days or longer to write. Oh, so many drafts that really go nowhere, because I wasn’t writing to tell a story, I was writing to have something to post. And it...

Today’s title brought to you by “I have no idea what to call this, so I’ll quote Vacation and hope for the best.” Back in the old days, when bloggers wanted to post about something, but didn’t have a story to tell, we would do these posts on our blogs...

I have an essay in this month's Uncanny Magazine, called Being A Brief History of It's Storytime With Wil Wheaton! I requested payment in a paper check, so I can frame it, since it's the first time I've been paid the professional rate for an essay.

I swear to all the gods, the Grim Reaper is really fucking up. It’s like he caught Mitch McConnell and decided to take the summer off, leaving some intern in charge who just does not understand the assignment. While we were reeling from the loss of Dolly Parton, we found...

About twenty years ago, when I was in the Saturday show at the ACME Comedy Theatre, a friend of mine who I wrote with for the show encouraged me to check out one of her students who was in the Sunday show. I remembered when she and I were in...

I am holding pink pages in my hand, reviewing them before I collate them into my script. A magic battle ensues between Wil and Bert (fireballs, energy bolts, conjured beasts, etc.) I look at the script again, to make sure I haven’t misread it. Yeah, it really says fireballs, etc....

It feels like it was about 18 months ago, but could be as long as three years ago, that my friend told me about a TV show he was developing. It was a brilliant idea, I thought. A science fiction action comedy? YES PLEASE. It was funny, and clever, and...

Earlier today, a really fun memory surfaced that I wanted to share, because I haven’t had an opportunity to tell a story in a little while. It’s an older memory, so I’m sure some of the specifics aren’t entirely correct, but this is way I remember it. In the early...

“Still punk as fuck,” I whisper to myself, as I slide new Orthotic insoles into my Converse. As long as I’m down there, I get them on my feet and tie them. I use this double loop thing my kid taught me when he was in middle school. I’m sure...

A couple weeks ago, I got fed up with my body feeling sore all the time because I’m not taking better care of it. I mean, I eat well, I haven’t touched alcohol in almost 11 years, and I take pretty decent walks every day. But my muscle mass still...

In an average year, I travel to around 5 or 6 cities for conventions. Almost every time I announce an appearance, the most common response is some version of “that’s great! When are you coming to [my town]?” I’m not coming to your town, but I am coming to your...

I want to take a moment and say thank you for all the messages of comfort and support that so many of y’all have shared with me since Marlowe passed. I haven’t ever felt this kind of grief, for this long, in my life. When I am feeling the most...

MTG Arena workers announce unionization as United Wizards of the Coast-CWA, calling on WOTC to voluntarily recognize their union and begin collective bargaining.

Corporate media is collapsing under the weight of its own corruption. Something new is rising in its place. And this weekend, I’ll be in the middle of it.

Fourteen years ago, Anne and I went to Pasadena Humane Society to see some of the construction our fundraising supported. While we were there, we chatted with Kevin, who was our adoption coordinator for our dog, Seamus. Seamus had been part of our pack for about a year, and we...