Ridiculous Ramblings, Really

While I would love to squee at length about the movie - or even finally go to see it a second time - I can't. We have a prolapsed disc to operate on once I finished my tea, I'm on call for surgeries for the rest of the weekend and my parents are in town and will want to see me at some point today.

So, before my opinion gets influenced by the bits of flist-reading I'm hoping to do in between, I absolutely loved the movie. J.'s boything who went with me to watch it on Thursday was very amused to see me bouncing in my seat, clapping my hands and silently screaming at the most random moments.

I couldn't say if it's objectively a *good* movie - my judgement of everything Star Trek can't be trusted, because it's love, not rational - but I don't think it's a *bad* movie. And really, I'm not asking for more.
I don't really care for the Spock/Uhura shipping, but even that was handled mostly ok. And the rest just made me squee. (Any scene with Old!Spock, I was grinning like a loon).

And now, off to the world of CT-scans and myelograms.

Postcard! From schnurble! \o/
Thank you!

I *will* start making proper entries again, there's just still so much to catch up on.