Every time I think that I've become rational about Trek, I am immediately proven wrong--one might say there's some kind of alien intelligence plotting against me in my brief moments of calm. Most recently, I wandered into Gamestop for two games for me and a headset for Child and you'd think I'd be safe, but no. No, they had the trailer playing behind the counter, and me and one of the guys working there immediately collapsed into what can only be called squee, at length, while we both cursed the vagaries of fate that it wasn't May seventeenth already because holy shit, how were we going to survive?
Star Trek: Into Darkness, Trailer #3, American version,
International version.
Also, the
We won't fit clip of joy forever.
Less than two weeks. I can do this.
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