Thursday night when we came home from the cinema the kitten had managed to shut us out of half the flat.
We went to see the new Star Trek,
jennyaxe,
citikas and I. It was a lot better than we expected. A decent action-oriented SF movie in its own right, and a surprisingly fun reimagining of ST:TOS. At first I had a serious case of cognitive dissonance from Sylar the Vulcan, but that passed. All in all, Quinto did a good of his Spock. As did most of the actors, with a bit of an edge for Karl Urban's Dr McCoy, who was simply awesome. Uhura didn't have much to do, which was disappointing but very much in line with the original series. Overall, I think her role was more active and participating than the original's. Also, Zoë Saldana is every bit as hot as Nichelle Nicholls was back then (possibly more). The plot wasn't too bad for a Trek movie, and the occasional screaming scientific wrongness gave it the feel of a true Trek movie. The shockwave from the supernova unexpectedly reached Romulus? WTF, people? You can figure out how to build FTL spacecraft but not how long it takes for something with a fixed speed to cover a linear distance? Back here on Earth we cover that in seventh grade. Maybe the Federation Academy scientists could go back in time and get a couple of 13-year-olds from the 20th century to help them out.
And then we went home.
First a word about our flat. It's a two-story four-bedroom one. The entrance is on the upper floor, which also holds the kitchen, one bedroom, the computer room and the living room. In the living room there is a staircase going down to the other bedroom and the sewing room. There is a door between the living room and the rest of the upper floor, which is rarely closed.
This time, we came home to find the living room door closed. Which was suprising, since it had been open when we left. We quickly discovered that it was not only closed, on the other side of it was an ironing board that had previously been leaning against the wall now solidly wedged between the door and the side of a bookcase. As well as a kitten looking at us through the glass inset in the door with an expression of "O HAI! WHY ARE YOU OVER THERE, HOOMANS? OPEN DOOR SO I CAN REACH FUD PLZ". On our side of the door were two cats looking increasingly like "Yeah, ok, food is on this side, but, you know, food turns to, like, other stuff, and that goes on the other side of that there door, so, like, open the door, please? Nowish, if you don't mind?"
Some upset ensued. Different way of breaking into our own flat through the back without actually damaging anything were tried, with the result that we now have greater confidence in the flat's ability to resist burglars. Eventually, we pried loose the wooden ribs holding the glass pane into the door and lifted the pane out. Later still, we reassembled the door and made sure to move the ironing board elsewhere. Still need to repaint the door a bit, but that can wait.
Possibly we should not have named the kitten Arthas.
We went to see the new Star Trek,
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And then we went home.
First a word about our flat. It's a two-story four-bedroom one. The entrance is on the upper floor, which also holds the kitchen, one bedroom, the computer room and the living room. In the living room there is a staircase going down to the other bedroom and the sewing room. There is a door between the living room and the rest of the upper floor, which is rarely closed.
This time, we came home to find the living room door closed. Which was suprising, since it had been open when we left. We quickly discovered that it was not only closed, on the other side of it was an ironing board that had previously been leaning against the wall now solidly wedged between the door and the side of a bookcase. As well as a kitten looking at us through the glass inset in the door with an expression of "O HAI! WHY ARE YOU OVER THERE, HOOMANS? OPEN DOOR SO I CAN REACH FUD PLZ". On our side of the door were two cats looking increasingly like "Yeah, ok, food is on this side, but, you know, food turns to, like, other stuff, and that goes on the other side of that there door, so, like, open the door, please? Nowish, if you don't mind?"
Some upset ensued. Different way of breaking into our own flat through the back without actually damaging anything were tried, with the result that we now have greater confidence in the flat's ability to resist burglars. Eventually, we pried loose the wooden ribs holding the glass pane into the door and lifted the pane out. Later still, we reassembled the door and made sure to move the ironing board elsewhere. Still need to repaint the door a bit, but that can wait.
Possibly we should not have named the kitten Arthas.