Nathan Fillion

I have written about Nathan Fillion quite a bit. Some might say too much. My wife, for one, who is neither a Browncoat (though I’m working on that; a Labor Day Firefly marathon was received rather well) nor a Castle watcher, would agree. If I had a therapist, I’m sure my man-crush obsession would find its way onto the to-do-on-the-couch list. I can usually keep said man-crush controlled…until I hear news like “Nathan Fillion will be at the NYC Apple Store in Soho on 9/18.” Then, the gears start turning, and I start wondering aloud, to coworkers, on Twitter, “How can I get Nathan Fillion to come to the Entertainment Weekly offices?”

You might say, “Dude, you work for EW. Just get on the horn with his publicist and work it out.” And I could do that, but I think that’d be cheap. I want to, as Tom Hanks’ Cpt. Miller might say, “Earn this.” So I’m taking my campaign to the internets — I’m going viral, as the kids’-parents-who-work-in-marketing-but-don’t-really-understand-what-viral-means would say.

What do you think we should offer Nathan (Can I call you Nathan?) to entice him to come over? Hair care products? The finest baked goods in all the land? Gold bullion? Intern sacrifices? (Sorry, Henning. You’ve been swell.)

If you think this is a noble quest — or, at the very least, a marginally entertaining one — let Nathan know on Twitter: @nathanfillion. And if you can think of something fantastic (and fantastically affordable), let me know. If he agrees to grace us with his robust presence, we’ll make it worth your while, too. Somehow.