I haven't posted in maybe a week, and I still don't have anything interesting to say. Today I scrubbed some grout? Yay?
Maybe I'm stymied by the shame and delight that comes from falling just a little bit in love with William Shatner. Yeah, you heard me right. I admit it.
He's just so confusing. One minute, he's delivering his lines with a shocking level of complexity and dare I say, talent, and then the next minute I develop an embarrassment twitch watching him. Sometimes, he's a smooth and charming motherfucker with a great sense of humor, and then the next second he's totally out of his damn mind. It's like he's Kirk and Evil Kirk ALL THE TIME, and you never know which way the coin will fall in any given scenario. But I've developed a true fondness for them both, I didn't see it coming but fuck it, I LOVE SHAT, and I don't care who frakking knows!
Oh and here's a little life advice for you. Do not watch genocide-themed Star Trek TOS episodes before bed. Because you'll have weird-ass dreams where you find out that everyone in your town is going to be ~exterminated~, so you leap into action and try to rally your neighbors into running. (Logical, amirite?) But they're all like "Oh okay, let me just set my TiVo first" and "What should I pack? Do you think I'll need these earrings?" Then Khan shows up with a shotgun (IDK), and says something to the effect of "Should I eliminate these people?" and Dream You will have a hard time coming up with reasons why he shouldn't lay waste to all of them, thus exposing the evil despot tendencies within yourself that you were previously unaware of. JUST SAYING.