I’ve been told by Matt, webmaster supreme (with extra supreme), that the site is going to be moved to a new server, and we’ll be updating to the new version of WordPress. If there’s any big problems, that’s why. Given his expert stewardship, I don’t really have any worries.

So we got another new cat this weekend, as one of Kenzie’s friends needed a home for her cat, Fiver. The cute thing about Fiver is that she has no tail. Just straight up born without one. The bad thing is that wow, she’s angry. She was never like that for Nancy, apparently, so I’m sure it’s just adjusting to a new place and new people, as well as new cats. From the get go she holed up in Allie’s room, under the bed, Waco-style, hissing and spitting. She sent out the list of demands you’d expect, a helicopter waiting at the airport, a million in untraceable bearer bonds and release for her fellow comrades in arms. We sent a little toy cat under the bed to negotiate, but it was decapitated in seconds.

We ended up pulling the bed out from the wall and dropping a blanket on her so we could transport her to a cage, but in the process I ended up getting a claw *up my nostril.* I don’t know how it happened, but one minute I’m reaching down and the next I’ve got a claw in my septum. On the inside. It didn’t bleed that much, but wow, that’s a wake-up call.

We put her in the living room in a big cage so she could get used to us just being around, but all evening it was just straight growling with every breath, and a big hiss whenever one of the other cats walked by. Finally, we put her in the second bathroom off our bedroom so she could cool down, which she did, in the sink no less. Saturday night we left her in there, last night we let her roam around the bedroom while we slept. I half-expected to wake up blind and with my hamstrings cut, like I was in cat Hostel or something.

All carrying on aside, she has chilled the fuck out in the past 48 hours. A little while I ago I went in there and she let me pet her, with purring action. She still gets hissy when she hears Hollywood through the bedroom door, so she’s not ready for gen-pop just yet. Hollywood, of course, being young and dumb, wants to play with her. Delilah has actually come out of hiding and is spending actual time with us. I think it may be in a “hey, I may be a recluse but I’m not crazy” kind of gesture. Things may get more or less interesting on Thursday, as that’s when Hollywood has his balls removed. Maybe ti will chill the girls out to have him not racing around everywhere and trying to play/have his way with them.

I’m amused by the fact that we’re now the kind of people that are outnumbered by pets, and I’m the kind of person who writes about them.

Kenzie and I went to go see Grindhouse on Friday, and that is just a great set of films. Almost everyone at work thinks that Planet Terror was better than Death Proof, but they are just apples and oranges. PT is just balls out action and craziness, but DP (heh) is a better movie, I think, because it pulls such a great storytelling twist in the middle, something i didn’t even think was possible. Effortlessly, Tarantino puts you in one kind of movie, where you’re rooting for one side and then SHAZAM, it’s a new movie, new rules. On paper, I wouldn’t have thought it was possible. A lot of folks complain that it’s too long and there’s too much talking, but I think without the long dialog scenes you wouldn’t transition from one idea to the next. Like a conversation snake charmer, he weaves his words around you until you don’t realize your perceptions about the movie have changed like night and day.

Sopranos is back. The “season premiere” (I hesitate because 9 episodes do not a season make) was terrific, reestablishing our old friends with an acknowledgment of the large passage of time, letting these characters live and breathe, instead of just being in limbo. It’s the kind of thing I liked about the breaks in Buffy and Angel, and sort of find frustrating in Lost (I remember the episode where Sawyer couldn’t use nicknames for a week and Kenzie said “That’ll probably be the rest of the season.” Apparently so.) I love that this final arc of Sopranos is about getting old and changing of the guard, something that any long lived show has to adjust to.

Lost is getting better each week, although its interesting to read in Entertainment Weekly how much scrambling they’ve had to do this season in an attempt to save face. While the first set of episodes were pretty rocky, we’ve been doing a lot better this time around. I still would like to see more “what the hell is going on” being asked.

“Drive” is in the DVR. We’ll hopefully be watching it tonight. We’ve pretty much given up on “Idol,” but we may start watching “The Riches” shortly.

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