Wesley Crusher Adventures, by Derek Charm. More at the link.
I had the hugest, most retroactively mortifying crush on Wesley when I was a super awkward 13-year-old. Not Wil Wheaton: He was just some dude who listened to R.E.M. and got shanghaied into doing macaroni art at Nickelodeon promotional events, so far as my issues of Tiger Beat informed me. But oh, Wesley! The only hyper-intelligent character on TV who was demonstrably LESS street smart than me.
I’m so very glad the Internet didn’t exist back then; I’d probably still be living down the Wesley-centric AMV I doubtless would have made to the tune of Debbie Gibson’s “Electric Youth.”