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in hiding

Ok. Ok. Ok. I know I’ve been away and haven’t technically fulfilled the ‘EVERYDAY’ part of
the bet
(thank you for checking).


However, I’ve been busy using my super duper hack-o-meter to hunt down Wil and Shane and find out where they are.


And I found ‘em.

EXT- MANN’S CHINESE THEATER – HOLLYWOOD- NIGHT

6 DAYS BEFORE THE OPENING OF THE ‘CHRONICLES OF NERDIA.’

Nerdia_4

SHANE STANDS ALONE ON THE STREET, PANICKED. HE IS GARDING HIS SPOT IN LINE.

HE TALKS INTO A FISHER PRICE WALKIE TALKIE.

Shane: Aunt Wil-ru? Aunt Wil-ru? It’s me Obi-Wan-Shan-Obi. Come in. Come in.

WIL RESPONDS IN HIS WALKIE.

Wil: Affirmative Master OB. I am indeed in human flesh.

Shane: Phew. Coordinates please.

WIl: 3 degrees past the big tree, and longitudinally across from the homeless man.

SHANE LOOKS THROUGH FISHER PRICE VIEWFINDER.

Shane: I see you, I see you. I’ve got you covered.

SHANE WAVES LIGHTSABER.

Shane: Go go go go go!

WIL RUNS ACROSS THE STREET.

RANDOM MAN: (shouting) Hey, you run like a girl!

WIL DROPS AND ROLLS INTO SHANE'S PARTIALLY OPENED TENT. SHANE JOINS HIM.

Shane: Dude, that was close! Where you been?

Wil: Sorry. I was busy ripping off the Wi-fi connection at the Hamburger Hamlet. Had to finish my burrito cast which, by the way, rocked the fucking shit out of fucking everyone boop bitty boop boop I’m the king of the world!!!

Shane: I made love to it.

Wil: What?
Shane: What?
Wil: What?

BEAT

Shane: Did you bring the costumes?

Wil: Affirmative.

WIL TAKES OUT RANDOM COSTUMES FROM DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS BACK PACK.

Wil: You be the Lion. I’ll be the Wardrobe.

Shane: Oh man, I wanted to be the Wardrobe.

Wil: Shane. We went over this before.

WIL TAKES OUT SPREAD SHEETS, MAPS, AND A TINY ASIAN MAN FROM BACK PACK.

Wil: According to my mathematical calculations, three dragon ante spell compendium, and Jing-Lee here, you are the Lion, I am the Wardrobe, and Annie is gonna be the Witch.

Shane: If Annie ever shows up.

BOTH BOYS SIGH.

MUSIC CUE: ‘IN YOUR EYES’ BY PETER GABRIEL.

THEY GAZE LONGINGLY INTO THE SKY.

Shane: Can I make a confession?

Wil: Of course Master OB.

BEAT

Wil: Master ‘OB’. OB. That’s like a girl ‘feminine product’ word.

NERDS LAUGH.

Shane/Wil: “Girls.” “Periods.” “Boobs.”

NERDS KEEP LAUGHING.

Shane: Really. Confession.

Wil: Shoot.

Shane: Don’t tell anyone, but I think Annie is the coolest person in the world.

Wil: I know.

Shane: Really. I wish I had half of her coolness.

Wil: Tell me about it. She is so kicking our assess in the bet.

Shane: I KNOW! Thank God we’re in an airtight borg free red dawn tasha basha zone, so no one can hear us, ‘cause I would DIE if she knew how awesome I thought she was.

Wil: I feel the same way. I bet whatever she is doing RIGHT NOW is super awesome.

QUICK CUT TO:

ANNIE IN A SOUND STUDIO RECORDING NEW MUSIC WITH GREENDAY.

ANNIE HIGH-FIVES BILLIE JOE.

BACK TO NERD TENT.

Wil: Don’t worry Shane. You’re secret’s safe with me. Now let’s change.

Shane: Ok.

Wil: Turn around.

WIL GETS INTO COSTUME.

SHANE STANDS THERE.

Wil: Shane! I told you to turn around.

Shane: No, I was just…

KNOCK ON TENT.

Shane/Wil: (getting super excited) YEAH! Maybe it’s Annie…

Wil: Password please!

VOICE: Balki Bartokomous.

SHANE OPENS TENT.

ITS….ITS….

STEF! ANNIE’S SISTER.

Steffie: What up guys?

Wil: (deflated). Oh Hey. I thought you were gonna be Annie.

Shane: Yeah, she’s suppose to dress up with us and camp out. She’s gonna be the evil Witch and we’re gonna save Nerdia from her. It’s gonna be nerd-o-riffic!

Steffie: Oh, you’re looking for Annie? Jesus’ Favorite! Well, I’m NOT ok? Fuck you guys. Fuck your stupid nerd club. I didn’t want to be in it anyway. And fuck your blogging and Fuck Jesus’ Favorite.

STEFFIE THROWS A PIE IN WIL’S FACE AND RUNS OFF.

Wil: Yum…Banana cream.

Shane: Can I have some?

SHANE LEANS IN.

MUSIC CUE: ‘IN YOUR EYES’ BY PETER GABRIEL.

Wil: Shane!!!

Shane: No…I was just…

BLACKOUT.


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So THAT is where they are hiding. Till December 9th.

I swear.


P.S. Hey Blog, can anyone tell me WHAT THE FUCK…

1337 means?

Or

5d20? (Wil mentioned it in one of his emails!)

ENGLISH PLEASE?

Argh. Nerds.

Click clickity clack clack clack.

Elbow and Send.

Comments

1337 is nerd speak for "leet," a nerd derivative of elite. because nerds type things funny slash can't spell at all.

5d20 is 5 d20, or 5 20 sided dice. are you playing d and d or something?

Just wanted to say that I'm grateful you linked to your sis blog. The nerds out there didn't even do so if one of them mentioned her blog.

Never before. Ever. Not once even. Have I ever. Ever. Commented on a blog. Or blogger. I'm cool. I mean not really, but I can pull off cool. I'm LA. Work for a movie producer. Live the life. I'm enviable, or so I tell myself. I just learned what a blog is... Right. So, for my birthday, my perfect friend gives me a "Wesley Crusher" card that she made (and it's fucking brilliant, btw). And it brings me, oh, all the way back to the love affair I had with "Wesley" when I was ten years old. I was insanely obsessed... in a cute, non-threatening way. I mean, I was ten. Not ten anymore, but I was curious. Did some Interneting and found Wil Wheaton dot net (what's with spelling out the dot?), and that led me to the exile site. I read a bit. Funny guy. Sweet guy. Loves his fans. You don't see a lot of that, and respect it so darn much. Anyway. Wil Wheaton, alive, well, married (courage), and apparently podcasting. Curiosity quenched, right? Apparently not. Something made me come back. Maybe I'm a nerd. Anyway. I found the superreferencedandmuchhyperlinked bet. And Annie... I'm in awe. That's it really. So much so that I'm actually writing this. You're an amazing "blogger." You nail it, or maybe you just outshine. Fun, funny, vividly imagined teleplays. Quick wit. Suggestions of homosexuality between adult male friends who just happen to enjoy the kickassness of Battlestar Gallactica and tent hijinks. Or whatever. Brilliant stuff, all. It's just damn good. I read a lot of bad stuff in my job. This is good stuff. That's all I wanted to say, really. Oh --- and Wil... wait, is it against blog protocol to leave him a note on someone else's talkbacky thing? Bad form? Sorry. I'm new. Just wanted to wish you the best.

Annie, please tell me you've written a script. Or nine. I'll read them all in a heartbeat. You MUST be produced.....

Yeah. This was long.

Okay, I don't know if anyone has mentioned this before, but the link you use to link back to "the bet" is broken and has been in almost every post you've used it in. I don't know why all the other ones work and this one doesn't. Maybe the period is messing with it? I dunno. I'm just obsessive about weird things and felt the need to point that out to you. ;-)

By the way, EXCELLENT job with the blogging. It's more fun than one would think watching you wreak havoc on Wil and Shane every other day. Keep it up!

XD

By the way... what is the E&S thing you guys have going lately? Inside joke? or some underground nerd thing that you've picked up from the boys? *LoL*

As usual, Loved it!

I think it's cute that you asked your blog what 1337 means instead of google. Google would have lead you over to Microsoft's informative, albeit creepy, "Security At Home" page: http://www.microsoft.com/athome/security/children/kidtalk.mspx . There they teach parents (and to a lesser extent, those of us who have NOT rutted ourselves our own little meat-sacks ) to "Understand how your kids communicate online to help protect them". It's kewl.

LOL... God, I love this. You are so fucking cool.

Speaking on behalf of all nerds everywhere (because we all speak the same language and use the same Fisher-Price toys), I'm deeply offended*.

Good work - you have acheived humor, maintain course and heading.

(hip action and send)
*not

I hate banana cream pie.

Okay. I'm coming out of hibernation to exact some revenge. Tremble Annie. Tremble in fear. I have pictures.

Okay, so you have only one place to go with this - it's time for you, Wil, and Shane to do a podcast version of this post and your first.
Live?

You may have won this round, Annie. So maybe you're an atomic bomb and maybe I'm bikini atoll . . . but you are SO not coming into our nerd tent. EVER.

That was a damn good story! Keep up the good work, bloggirl!

I keep coming back. I don'tknow why but I do.

Madie

Very cool. And Wil banning you from his and Shane's nerd tent? Well, I think that speaks for itself. ;]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
(wipes tears from eyes)Oh! Oh, that is soooo flippin' funny! I cannot remember the last time I laughed this hard. And I needed a good laugh!
Are you sure you only wanna do this for a week? You already have a devoted following. And, you do write a nice script!

Leet- Definition :
Leet

Term used by a select few individuals who consider themselves elite. Today individuals use this term to describe himself or herself as an elite hacker or haxor. Because this is generally not the case an individuals who consider themselves 'leet' are commonly looked down upon by real computer experts. Users may also announce themselves as elite by typing 1337, which looks like L - E - E - T.

********Leet is also a small creature on the computer game Anarchy Online. *********
I WAS AN AO NERD!
(WIL IS A FURY LITTLE CREATURE!!!)
AO RULES! (former ARK)

Also see: Elite, Hacker, Leetspeak, Owned, Rookie, Security definitions

SECOND DEF :

leet (1)




leet [ leet ] (plural leets)


noun

Definitions:

English manorial court: formerly, a court held at regular intervals by the lords of English manors


[13th century. < Anglo-Norman lete]

Does Annie write for ACME?

SHE SHOULD.

arfarfarf!!! :^D

Ive been saying I need to read the Chronicles sense I was in 4th grade...
Another great edition!

keep up the good work!

headbutt and send

Well, since Wheat Thin has banned you from the nerd tent, maybe you should make your OWN tent! And don't let those jerks anywhere NEAR your super-cool non-nerd tent. Woot!

Thank you. Finally mentioned. You got me off the ledge, but I haven't climbed down yet.

Thank you. Finally mentioned. You got me off the ledge, but I haven't climbed down yet.

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