I liked Blacklist, but it did feel like a bit of a Silence of the Lambs ripoff.

I was annoyed that:

1. The security guard didn't know the names on the Top 10 list. If nothing else, she would have been staring at them all day, it might have rung a bell or two.

2. That a high level security team would be fooled by some jackhole on a bridge telling them to turn around for a chemical spill. If it was legit, they would have known about it and detoured.

3. They didn't have a security team on Kane's house and husband. They would have been watching them for no other reason that they would be trying to figure out why Reddington picked her.

4. It wouldn't occur to them that he'd slip the chip. I mean, they were so obvious about putting it in, they even did it in his left shoulder so that he could use his dominant hand to dig it out.

5. I refuse to believe that an FBI background check could miss this kind of shit on her husband. And also that she's not taking that shit straight to the FBI, she's going to be all cagey and hope that he tells her? Please.

Although I was amused to see the hospital as "DC General Hospital". DC General Hospital is closed. And if it wasn't, trust me that it wasn't the kind of hospital that you wanted to be in. Unless you'd been shot, because they got so many gunshots that the custodial staff probably could have triaged you. But you wanted the hell out of there as soon as you were stable.

Every goddamn thing Vortex said. I was entertained, but my implausibility meter kept clanging loudly.

So! Kevin at the management company came back with an offer to let me move out sooner. (Which would have been helpful if I were moving into my partner's place, I guess.) I said no thanks (dead grandmother, sick father) and asked if I could sublet the place. He said no, they only approve sublets for three months and if the tenant is coming back, but they reduced the penalty, so I'll take it. And now I don't have to clean like I would for a subletter!

And Scrappy, that kitten is adorable!

What's not adorable is the pile of shit in the foyer of my building this morning. The door doesn't lock unless you make a point to close it all the way. Someone was clearly having a bad night, because there was also a pile of vomit outside. Good times.

That's good! (-in reference to the lease situation)

Lee, if the neighbor dog is content to stay with your dog and make no further escape attempts, that might be a solution that would keep both dogs pretty happy. Though you'd have to work out human access to both yards if either owner needed to retrieve a dog. I could see this working to the benefit of both dogs.

Jesse yay for lower penalty but ewwwwww gross lobby.

Seriously, ewww. Good news about the lease, though!

On Blacklist:

1. The whole thing is completely implausible! But I liked it anyway -- James Spader is so perfectly arrogant and smarmy, and the girl playing Liz Keen has some spunk.

2. My biggest problem with it is that I think Red might be her father. Which would really undercut the tension if that turns out to be the case.

3. I don't know about her husband! But yeah, it seems the background of an FBI profiler would be a little more thoroughly investigated. My brother is in Navy intel and even they checked out people around him.

But it was entertaining! Mostly because of James Spader.

Oh, Blacklist! I liked that pilot a lot over the summer.

At least the feces I'm having to deal with are from animals that don't know any better rather than grown human beings who should. One of them missed the corner of the litterbox sometime last night, though they were clearly trying, and didn't have a lot of choice locations left within. How can two tiny cats that eat maybe a cup of food a day between the two of them poop so much?!?

Spoke to the guy who wanted the Siamese this morning and he's cool with taking both of them. He has kids who've grown up around cats, so things should work out well for all involved.

That's awesome, Matt. Also, cats are poop machines. I never realized until my outdoor cat moved inside.