Leonard, by William Shatner

One year ago today we lost one hell of a guy. William Shatner gets a lot of shit about his ego, and most of it is well deserved, but this is a surprisingly touching, unusually frank account of Shatner’s own failings, and how Leonard Nimoy stepped in and became one of the few real friends Shatner ever had. Just reading this makes me proud to be a Star Trek fan.


Sometimes I am ponderously slow to catch on to things. It just now occurred to me that the casting director of Men In Black, a movie about shadowy men who protect themselves with forgettability and anonymity, hired lead actors with the names Smith and Jones. Clever.