Despite its endorsement by man-crush Wil Wheaton* I’ve avoided watching The Guild – Do You Wanna Date My Avatar video. Until tonight that is. Someone sent me the link, and by the time I realized what it was I decided to go ahead and watch it.

So, yeah… I honestly don’t see what the big fucking deal is, heathens. I’ve never watched The Guild, and while the video is amusing it didn’t make me want to start. And while I’m sure Felicia Day is talented, and she’s not unattractive, I don’t feel the desire to slavishly hang on her every utterance or devour her body of work. My nights reading Nietzsche, contemplating the universe, and making elaborate plans to raise Kierkegaard as a zombie for the sole purpose of being able to hit him in the face with a shovel (repeatedly) have skewed my geek meter in some previously unexplored direction, or maybe I’m just biased because Deadpool wasn’t in it and I’ve been on a Deadpool kick lately (P.S. Dear Marvel, it would be so awesome if you’d let me write a couple issues of Deadpool, and they would be awesome issues because I am awesome. Signed, Fanboy), but I’m just not seeing what the geek obsession with both The Guild and Felicia Day is. Maybe my geek humor meter just skews toward something a bit darker and more raunchy than what The Guild seems to offer.

Whatever the reason is I seem to be a geek heretic, but at least I’m not a heathen, heathens.

*And Wil Wheaton tried, heathens. He sent his clown sweater for me again, and there was some freaky shit involving a chair with leather straps and some hamsters. I managed to free myself by relying on flatulence so toxic it peeled paint. It was a traumatic experience.