Werner Herzog asks: Where's Waldo?

I'm a huge fan of Herzog's earlier, fictional films (Woyzeck, The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser, Aguirre, Wrath of God, Fitzcarraldo, etc.) but I find that the pomo, meta, über-Deutsch image of Herzog that has predominated in recent years pisses me off no end. I suspect that if Herzog and I wound up in the same room at the same time, I would go all Klaus Kinski on his ass, but Werner Herzog would, in turn, go all Werner Herzog on my ass, and we would be back to Square One.