*Caution: the following entry has an excessive use of Caps-lock, but an appropriate amount of swearing.*

HOLYCRAP JUST SAW STAR TREK AM FREAKIN' STOKED. It was...

A-FUCKING-MAZING!

I don't really have any star trek background, which I think I benefited from, because then nothing in the movie could throw me off or whatever. OH MY GOD. SO HOT. SO MANY HOT SPACE MEN. YES. All of them. Mine.

Zachary Quinto is an alum of my grad school, and Randy Pausch, a late professor of my school, whom some of you may of heard of had a cameo in the beginning. It's full of CMUey goodness... and hotness... and yummy.

OH MY GOD--YOU KNOW WHAT'S YUMMY?! THE SOUNDTRACK! That was one fucking good soundtrack. No seriously. If you didn't notice, that's also part of the awesomeness... it wasn't distracting, it's just something that I listen for, and when there's big shiney brass sounds I jizz my pants, so I couldn't help but notice. No, really, IT'S AWESOME BELIEVE ME. I'm gonna by the soundtrack and no one can stop me. Not even my high anxiety for my career path will hinder my haste to the nearest supplier of recordings for that CD!!!

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SPACE CADET!

*BRAIN SPLAT*