Shatner To the Rescue
October 08, 2004
I think everything is going to be all right. Jason sent this to my office yesterday:
Say it with me. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
The thing is? While this album is, of course, COMPLETELY hysterical, it's also way better than it should be. For real. I'm like, ENJOYING it. Credit to Ben Folds, who arranged it and got all sorts of cool-enough-to-appear-on-a-William-Shatner-album-and-have-it-make-sense artists like Aimee Mann and Joe Jackson to play along. I'm not sure what this says about me, but I heart this CD so much. Jason also sent me these:
I know, right? I suck. At least that's what my new therapist told me yesterday.
No, not really. But I kind of felt that way after pouring out all my assorted Crazy to the sweetest, gentlest person I have ever met, only to be told, essentially, to grow the fuck up.
No, not really. But also yes. And then my hands stopped trembling for the first time in weeks and I was suddenly aware that there was absolutely no chance that I would drop dead of massive-internal-organ-explosion-itis while sitting there on her couch. Huh.
So see? This Shatner album really IS good, and that's not just The Crazy talking.