Superkitten ATTACK!

As if the roach incident this weekend wasn't bad enough, tonight the fuzzy prowler who protects my home dropped. In front of me. A mouse. A fucking mouse. I can't even handles roaches without dumping vats of Clorox onto every surface and down every drain I can find. I swept through my entire apartment on Saturday with a jar of superspackle and a blade, covering every crack and hole, no matter how tiny the possibility that a roach, spider, or, no shit this happened, cricket could get through. I washed all of my sheets and blankets, scrubbed down the bathroom in its entirety, and cleaned out the fridge. Hey, I'm single. I've got time on my hands to take care of this kind of throwdown.

But how could, not more than 48 hours after the roach incident, my white-socked warrior find a mouse? A fucking mouse. In my living room. Or, god, what if he found him in the bedroom? I hardly sleep anyway, and this is not going to help. There aren't any dropping in the kitchen and I haven't seen anything eaten through. But it got in somehow, somewhere, and I doubt I'll be able to eat anything until I figure out where.

I have never been more proud of the captain. He didn't kill the thing - it was a baby, which probably makes the rodent situation worse - and he presented it to me, at my foot, like he had just won it by being the first to discover time travel while climbing mount Kilimanjaro with six orphan children on his back who he had just rescued from rabid mountain lions. His works is done. I have to find a new apartment immediately.

One for me, two for you

It's a fantastic thing to live in a city with world-class restaurants and a reputation for healthy, sustainable dining. And I'm always on the lookout for excuses to blow my dining-out budget on a new restaurant - or having a good reason to visit some of my old favorites. Dining Out for Life raises money for Food and Friends, one of the best organizations in this city to benefit men, women, and children living with HIV/AIDS and other illnesses in DC. This year on March 6, make sure to eat at one of these restaurants for lunch or dinner - some of them donate 100% of their proceeds for the night. Something else that fills me with DC pride is that many of these restaurants get completely booked early on, so visit OpenTable soon to make your reservation.

Remember, if you're in the mood for seafood, make good choices. Chilean sea bass, grouper, monkfish, and others are on the no-no list. We do what we can to make the world a better place. Lucky for us DC offers the opportunity to help others simply by going out to dinner.

Black is the New Black

Science links!! Woo!!

Total Lunar Eclipse!

Invisibility Cloaks!

Satellites Hurtling Towards Earth!

Giant Sea Spiders!

Most Important Questions in the Universe!

This is what happens when a snow dusting and a loose interpretation of "computer systems are down" sends me home early from work. Play time in the inter-tubes!

Transmitten' Kitten

I'm sorry, were you trying to fold these sheets? These clean, warm, soft sheets? No, no, I think I'll be sleeping here instead. Let me know when my dinner is ready.

From beneath you it devours: the remake

This week we mourned the passing of Roy Scheider with a recap of his wonderful one-liners from Jaws: The Movies. Except for Jaws 3 and 4, of which we do not speak. I love sharks, I really do. Especially if "love" means never having to get in the ocean again.

I once went snorkling in Costa Rica and I thought that was very brave of me, especially considering the threat of ailing snakes. But I digress.

Roy Scheider was terrific as Martin Brody, and he'll be remembered every time someone steps aboard a vessel, smirks, and says, "we're gonna need a bigger boat." There was really nothing scarier than the original Jaws movies, even though I've seen the making-of specials and that fake shark was kind of a piece of crap. But even when they started making new shark movies, like Deep Blue Sea (bigger brains in sharks? Really? REALLY?), the sharks themselves were fairly ridiculous. But it was knowing that they were out there, and you were treading water.

Perhaps, a different take on sharks.

And must Discovery put on the fucking flying sharks all the time? Seriously? Sharks that fucking fly? As if regular sharks weren't enough for nightmares.

Anyway, rest well, Mr. Scheider. You always had the right idea when it came to the ending of a shark movie. And that video game based on Jaws was pretty ok too, except for the last level was kind of hard.

What did you do for those Mardi Gras beads?

February is such a miserable month. Not worse than March, when everyone thinks winter is finally over but then she hits you with the nose-numbing icy blasts and bleak weekends. But today we're enjoying mid-50s and tomorrow THUNDERSTORMS! And it's supposed to be 70 DEGREES! This makes me so happy. Happy enough to forget that Tom Brady forgot to come to the Superbowl on Sunday and some New York team face-planted their way to victory. But I digress...

This month the DC Tourism Board wants us all to go to the museums but I gotta tell you, they are going to be sorely disappointed if this weather holds up. No way I'm going to visit FROGS! A Chorus of Colors if it's 70 degrees and I can be wandering around Adams Morgan with an iced drip and a cigarette.

On Saturday I had my first experience with Zipcar (I know, haters, but I got to drive a Mini Cooper!) and it was so much fun! It's cheap and easy to use, the car was immaculate, and I got to go to Trader Joe's (which I miss so, so much) - mild salsa! Fresh! I love this place. Next test: taking Captain Fuzzystuff to the vet for a checkup. We'll see if my new love for car-sharing extends to weekday rush hour.

Happy Fat Tuesday, Happy Super Tuesday, Stay Classy San Diego...