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Am I making assumptions if I call you a fan of William Shatner?

If you are my parents age and you think, "Montreal Icons" - likely Leonard Cohen or Mordichai Richler come to mind. If you a young or semi-young hipster, you might be thinking Rufus Wainright or Arcade Fire.

But if you fit in that tiny slice of demographic that David Foote calls "the bust generation" then William Shatner may be top of mind here. (Or Luba. Luba is a close seond).

Star Trek goes wihtout saying. Regular readers of Chuckercanuck could probably pick up on the fact that I would rather serve Captain Picard rather than Captain Kirk - William Shatner is still responsible for some of the finest science fiction acting ever.

I remind you: Shatner stares intently at the space viewer, knowing a cloaked and armed Klingon vessal waits to attack. Using Spock's brains, Shatner concocts a plan of attack which he know waits with bated breath to unleash. His foot rests on his Captain's chair, his elbow on his knee. His hand curls slightly towards a fist.

"Fire!" He shouts with epic authority.

Wow. It doesn't get better than that - except maybe, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

Shatner's appearances on Saturday Night Live are some of the best, including his dressing down of a Trekkie at a Trekkie convention: "You son, have you ever kissed a girl?"

All this, because Santa dropped William Shatner's new CD into my wife's stocking. Its Bob Dylan meets Brian Wilson.