Movies

I just recently re-subscribed to Netflix because I don't feel like paying the cable company 20 bucks a month so I can watch network TV and because I'm completely addicted to "Lost" but also don't feel like buying Season 4.

So, first few days of new Netflix subscription: I watched the first disk of Lost Season 4 (OMG! Ben is the puppetmaster!) and "Underworld: Rise of the Lycans." I now realise that since the mega thrifty garage sale girl in me (90% of my body mass, for the curious) knows that the more movies I watch in the least amount of time possible, the better the deal is - my movie watching standards get lower. I will watch just about ANYTHING on Netflix just to keep the movies coming as fast as possible. My queue is currently weighing in at over 70 disks - and that's just because I haven't logged in since Thursday.


Note: If anyone comments on this post and tells me what happens next in Lost, I will hunt you down and kill you. This does not mean I do not love you.

Another Note: By "I will watch anything on Netflix," I mean anything that does not have Ben Stiller, Adam Sandler, or Jim Carrey in it. Or anything that looks really, REALLY lame. Which is actually quite a lot. Maybe my standards haven't lowered as much as I thought they did. Of course, I'm still going to watch the most recent "Mummy" movie even though it looks pretty awful... hmm...

Seattle

This weekend I went to Seattle, where I:

- DJ'd happy hardcore at a Pokemon-themed rave for many teenagers
- Due to a hotel reservation snafu, ending up sleeping alone in a suite with *5 beds*
- Went to "hempfest" to watch our good friend Goa Constrictor play a rockin' set - Music was awesome but I can safely say I'd be perfectly fine without ever going to this event again
- Went to a drag show run by old friends I haven't seen in at least 10 years

Needless to say, every trip to Seattle for me winds up being incredibly surreal.

Cats are just tiny ninjas in fur suits

On Tuesday, my kittens Nimbly and Pimbly (who aren't actually kittens any more, but retain their title) decided to rip a hole in the drywall in my bathroom. Pimbly hung out under the tub until we discovered her shenanigans, but Nimbly decided to go all the way. He discovered a hole to under the very floor of the house itself! How thrilling! Then he spent 45 minutes taunting Tater and me before he allowed himself to be caught and brought back inside like a normal kitty.

The moral of this story is: cats are destructive jerks.

The end!