Dead or Alive?

Today one of our favorite people is having a birthday!  Her name is Kristina with a P.  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Kristina P.  We all pitched in and got you a new Snuggi. And a Sham Wow! And a Tim Tam Slam with a side of SPAM! 

Everyone go light a candle and leave it in Kristina P's comment box because she is the world's greatest blogger.  I lub her with all my stone cold heart.   

And, since it's her birthday, I'm gonna lub her with all my Cold Stone heart too.  

And just so you know, tomorrow is my birthday too.  

But you don't have to get me a gift (unless you want too).  All I really want for my birthday is world peace. 

My hub and I already celebrated.  He took me on a date.  I wanted to see The Soloist and he wanted to see Star Trek.

Since it was my date night I said, "well, I'm not much of a Trekie." And he said, "Well you're not much of a soloist either."

He had me there. 

Would you like to hear my review of Star Trek?  Do you have anything better to do?  Well, okay then. 

Star Trek is about emotional compromise. In space. At uber warp speed.

It's emotion meets reason. Fire meets ice. The past meets the future--meets the past. In a black hole. Full of red matter.

It's the tragical meets the comical. While hurtling through a worm hole. Boldy. Where no worm has gone before.

It's Trek meets Shrek (minus the awesome soundtrack and Eddie Murphy acting like a Jack-behind). 

It's Kirk meets Spock. 

It's Spock meets Spock.

It's what-the-helk-is-happening meets who-the-helk-cares (because Captain Kirk is smokin' hot (before he got all bloated and became the spokesperson for Priceline.com)).

He could almost pass for a smokin' hot vampire, don't you think?

(He's not this creepy in the movie, btw).

On the way home, while my hub was explaining all the quantum physics of the movie to me, I said "It's too bad William Shatner is dead."

"William Shatner's NOT DEAD!" he said.

"Yes he is!" I insisted. "He died like a year ago. I distinctly remember it because I wasn't sad at all."

"You wanna bet?" My hub said.

"I don't bet." I told him. 

"Oh, so you'll bet that Tatum is tired and you'll bet that the twins will catch roosters, and you'll bet that I will give a motivational speech in my van down by the river, but you won't put your money were your mouth is when it come to William Shatner?" 

He got me again.  So I bet.

As soon as I got home I googled it and guess what?

He's ALIVE!!!!!!

There's nothing creepier than hoping someone's dead and finding out he's alive.