PROOF!

Please note that I am not a Trekkie. I'm just a fan of The Shat. But I thought I'd back up my statement about M being a Trekkie and make her look foolish in the process. I added the caption, of course, but I think she really did say that. Hardcore, man.



PS Thanks for the picture of me hula hooping, M. I really did kick your ass that day.

PPS To answer your question: It was me.

Shatastic!

Okay, before I go any further, here's my little stab at M:

M is a Trekkie! Oh yes. Big time.

Which leads me to the topic at hand. Lately I've found myself standing at a crossroads with far too many paths to choose. Of course, I haven't actually made any decisions (that would be the mature thing to do). But I have found myself lightening up thanks to a fellow Canadian who inspires me.

William Shatner (or The Shat, as I call him) can always make me laugh. And anyone who's seen his Roast on TV knows that he can certainly laugh at himself. And yes, I own his spoken-word album "Has Been". And yes, I think it is a fantastic emotional roller coaster. Seriously.

In the end, I realized that no matter how confused I feel, the fate of the Enterprise and its 5,000-crew is never in my hands, and I never have to decide between two hot aliens just before I have a melodramatic fake fight in which my shirt is strategically torn.



He can even keep you regular. What can't this man do?