Hold Me Closer, Tiny Shatner

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I am NOT afraid to tell you that I am getting increasingly interested in William Shatner. I think it started a few years ago when he was spouting poetry on those Priceline commercials. I guess I just admire anyone who is so blatantly, moxiously ridiculous. Tonight I ran across his 1978 rendition of Elton John’s “Rocketman.”

It may be viewed here: Mars Ain’t the Kind of Place to Raise Your Kids.

The spoken-word delivery. The Who-the-Fuck-Are-You, Sartre? cigarette. And oh sweet baby Jesus’s barber’s dog, the toupee. Then, when it just can’t get any worse, a giant, more animated Shatner mitosises off of the original Shatner, dwarfing him.

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Figure 1: “Lookin’ good, Shatner.” “Right back atcha, dawg.”

Me, on the way to the can: “William Shatner makes me hot.”

Companion, sincerely: “That makes me really happy.”

What could be better on a Sunday night?

494 thoughts on “Hold Me Closer, Tiny Shatner”

  4. Hell, that’s why I named my blog after him. He’s so cool he’d make anyone want to go out and buy a Commodore Vic-20.

    And only the Shatner could cover Pulp’s ‘Common People.’

  6. Yes, the Esperanto movie is essential. Also, an old high school friend grew up to be kind of famous and played bongos behind Bill for the MTV Movie awards a long time ago. The friend said Bill was hysterical in a non-aware of himself way, but nice over all. Also again, I met the Bill himself while working for a once big-time search engine. He came by the office and stood behind my computer pretending to be interested in the work I was pretending to do. He was in talks to be in a commerical for the company. I can’t tell you the excitement that swept through the office full of geeks as Bill entered the room.

    And so ends my Shatnerian tales.

  9. My God, SJ, you had me laughing so hard with this I’m still vibrating. Which is pleasant. Your work is good, comrade!

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