Does anybody know how to get in touch with William Shatner? If so, please tell him that he is NOT, under any circumstances, welcome in my subconscious.
Five thirty AM, Eric called for us through the baby monitor. Eric's voice pulled me from my dream about William Shatner. He was on a spaceship with me and my family. He was singing tunelessly:
"How did I get so fat?
"How did I get so far?
"How did I get so far, so fat?"
over and over again. I was trying desperately to figure out if this was a sing-along or if he was indeed doing a solo performance.
Why? Why was he there SINGING for God's sake? I'm not a Trekkie. I really liked Next Generation circa about 1992-1993 and I've seen most of the movies and enjoyed them. But I really have no idea what Shattner was doing lurking in the dark recesses of my brain.
Five thirty AM, Eric called for us through the baby monitor. Eric's voice pulled me from my dream about William Shatner. He was on a spaceship with me and my family. He was singing tunelessly:
"How did I get so fat?
"How did I get so far?
"How did I get so far, so fat?"
over and over again. I was trying desperately to figure out if this was a sing-along or if he was indeed doing a solo performance.
Why? Why was he there SINGING for God's sake? I'm not a Trekkie. I really liked Next Generation circa about 1992-1993 and I've seen most of the movies and enjoyed them. But I really have no idea what Shattner was doing lurking in the dark recesses of my brain.
posted by Margaret at 8:20 AM
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