She's baaaaaaaaaack

Yes, after a absence of a couple of months, my dear Cantakerous Bitch is back, blogging in her own inimitable style. I guess there's something to be said for global warming after all, if it gets our CB out of that damned fresh mountain air and back where she belongs, in front of an air conditioner and an iMac telling us what's up.

I for one am very pleased.....

Colombina at Perfume-Smellin' Things has once again graciously allowed me to place a review on her homepage. I hope it's amusing, it was for me to write it. I will be sending in reveiws every Thursday, either until she gets sick of it, or I run out of nose.

things I learned from "Catwoman"

I just netflixed this movie (and no, it's not nearly as bad as you've read, actually it's rather fun) and as someone that has lived with and loved them, I have to write, there are things that I just didn't know about cats

Things I learned from cats by living with them

Any source of heat is theirs. If it's the fireplace, they are two inches in front of it. If it's the radiator, they are on top of it. If it's the middle of the night and they are sleeping between your thighs and you want to turn over, get over it.

Any food you are eating is theirs; should you be so kind to be eating pan-seared Ahi or Sevruga served in a cloud of Creme Fraiche, fork it over. If you are serving Tofurkey, get ready for a really bitter look.

Whatever you are doing, drop it now, I want attention. I will step on your paper, type out 24t78ty5ghaiksjughrpieau out on your laptop, plop down on your lap while the Raiders are on the 2 yard line and look at you meltingly whilst purring. And if you know what's best for you, pay attention. I know where your laundry is. To me, it look like litter.

Things I learned from "Catwoman"

Cats can play basketball better than Shaq

Cats can cut and style (and dye) hair better than that annoying straight guy on "Blow Out"

Cats can ride motorcycles after doing hair and styling outfits, much like the other annoying straight guy on "Blow Out"

Cats know Judo, are great at accessorising, can Crump with the best of them, pitch like Sammy Sosa, and looooove product placement.

So the next time Darling Kitty comes meowling for the Tender Vittles, I think it's time that kitty does some chores. Like give me some kicky highlights and scare my neighbors yappy dog into permanent silence.....

The lovely and informative Colombina at Perfume-Smellin' Things has opened out her blog to readers to post their reviews of scents they like. I am very pleased that she has chosen me as her first guest reviewer. I hope that all of you out there (hello? er, anybody there? sound of own voice echoing back to Pans) click through and read.

If you like perfume at all, she is a wonderful source for reviews- very descriptive, candid and witty. I hope to be fractionally as entertaining.

The Devil Wears Prada, but Meryl kicks his ass

Having just seen "The Devil Wears Prada" I thought I would write an appreciation of the divine Ms. Streep. Of course, everybody knows that Meryl Streep is one of the best dramatic actresses of our (no, that's damning with faint praise, try any) generation. What two of you may not know is that she is also a brilliant comedienne. "The Devil Wears Prada" is the latest showcase of this fact: she walks away with the movie, even with Stanley Tucci and the lovely and game Anne Hathaway in the cast.

If you enjoy this movie, you may want to Netflix her other comedies. Her hilarious turn in "She-Devil", where she steals the movie right from under Roseanne Barr (who is excellent), or my hands-down favorite movie of the 90's, "Death Becomes Her", the gleefully nasty Zemeckis movie that pairs her with an equally game Goldie Hawn. Imagine "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" meets "Extreme Makeover", and you'll get an idea of what this balls-to-the-wall corker is like. As a matter of fact, I'm going to log off right now and pop this one in the ole iBook....