Yesterday was William Shatner’s 76th birthday. We offer these two clips as a belated token of our respect. The first features the Shat… eating pudding.
We’ve all seen the train wreck that is Shatner butchering "Rocket Man" — here he is murdering a song made famous by Sinatra. Gotta love those smirky facial expressions!
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Yesterday was Shatner’s birthday and there was no haiku?
Captain, my captain
Green-skinned women adore you
Is it the girdle?
Don’t give me all that
“It’s worse than that he’s dead” crap.
He’s just a red shirt.
Thank you for posting some Shatty goodness!!!! He’s my favorite actor – I can’t believe I didn’t realize yesterday was his birthday!!
Why feel bad for me?
The grotesque self-parody?
It worked for Elvis.
No Lucy in the sky,
No rocket man to fly,
You’re J.T., T.J., D.C.,
and full of Priceline.
Thought you could sing? Why?
1: 76? I mean, yes, he’s old and bloated, but he definitely doesn’t look 76!
2: I’ll never look at pudding the same way again. Sigh.
3: WHAT was THAT?! There was so much going on in his “Very Good Year” performance…the facial expressions, the stilted reading, the crazy lighting effects…woah. I bet the stoners love them some vintage Shat.
Hey, what’s with this rhyme scheme stuff. Are we moving beyond haikus and no one told me? Should I be working on a villanelle?
Wait, it was Shatner’s birthday and no reference was made to his self depriciative role in ‘Free Enterprise’? That’s shameful!
He looks tooo happy in that “Very Good Year” video. Did he just get funky with a Tribble?
Okay, I’m eating lunch right now, and something about watching William Shatner eat that pudding made my stomach turn.
Once again proving that Shatner is the most talanted man in showbuisness.
My crappy birthday villanelle, reimagining Star Trek as The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
Through the starlit skies we slip
Through inky depths of deepest space
I am the captain of this ship
There is no purpose to this trip
We drift forlorn, a torpid pace
Through the starlit skies we slip
Our stomachs churn with every dip
An ensign hides his pallid face
I am the captain of this ship
With fevered prayers through arid lips
To distant gods they plead their case
Through the starlit skies we slip
The waters of the Lethe we’ve sipped
We fell our minds slowly erase
I am the captain of this ship
Alone in time, our senses stripped
We’ve felt dementia’s cold embrace
Out through the starlit skies we slip
I am the captain of this ship
Look out red shirter
on an away team with kirk
you expendable
That sinatra song is the score for the opening montage of the Soprano’s second season. Now that was genius. you should post it (R rated though)
Hey, nice rhyming guys. I don’t get it…. but it flows nice.
Shatner would be proud.
I can’t wait until Don Johnson’s birthday, I’m going to write an epic poem in heroic couplets about Nash Bridges.
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