I'm still in disbelief. By now, I've read several articles showering incredulous praise over William Shatner's new album, "Has Been." They list all the great artists that have contributed: Ben Folds, Henry Rollins, Aimee Mann, Nick Hornby, and I think Joe Jackson. Not all of these are artists I particularly care for, but I'll admit they all have talent and would contribute greatly to the quality of a project such as this. Then, there's the sheer overwhelming quantity of shocked music lovers all over, expecting something like his "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" or "Rocketman," but instead saying no, this is good. They tell me they can't believe they're saying it, but it is actually good.

Well then.

I've resisted about two weeks worth of these reviews now, but one can't fight their persistence. I can't take it anymore! I'm giving in and downloading a couple songs (only to um, "review" - yeah, that's it). Oh, the shame. Oh, the humility.

I still can't bring myself to put them in my music folder. They'll sit on my desktop screen temporarily until I can decide whether to move them there or to the trash. I mean, come on. It's Shatner. Really?

listening to: um... i can't... uhh... dammit... william shatner. YEAH I SAID IT. SO?
in my sink: a coffee pot. a coffee mug. coffee.