The Good, the Bad, and a Non-Inspired Movie Review

I got to see Star Trek last night. My date, for whom I have yet to think of a pseudonym, asked me if I was going to blog a review, and I informed him that my writing waits for inspiration. It's been a while since I blogged, however, so, the sum total of my review of Star Trek is this: What is it with JJ Abrams and giant, suspended-in-mid-air balls of red liquid? The date and the movie were both great. So what's bad? The fact that my washing machine hose keeps popping off the machine, spewing water all over my basement floor! I just can't get the darned thing to stay in place. (Addendum: my date informs me that his pseudonym is Raoul)