If you are wondering if I died: I did not die.
I am just taking the whole week off from EVERY DERN THING to be at 100% to read the audiobook of A GROWN UP KIND OF PRETTY next week. (Woooo! Superfun!)
But this? I had to share. It’s Spockporn from my friend Cornelia Read. And you know how I feel about Spock, right? Word
If not, let me nutshell it for you. I luff him. I luff the Spock. I AM NOT ASHAMED. This is not because of the new hot souped up sex-Spock, either. I was crushing on the Leonard Nimoy version from the time I was 8, and my passion has not waned.
My friend Lydia sent me to see this admittedly appalling video last week:
She sent a note with the suggestion that watching it might finally put my Spock-is-hot lunacy to rest…” (DIGRESSION: I was going to say TO BED here but that just seemed…fraught with all kinds of bad punnage, so I sidestepped. YOU’RE WELCOME.)
So—feeling my love could withstand any testing, I clicked her link. I watched the video and I wrote back and told her, “Good try, but the crush emerged unscathed. I would hit that. I would SO hit that.”
Which really, if a love can survive the Bilbo Baggins song, then you have to assume that not even death can kill it.