While I was at work, one of the apartment complex's maintainance guys spent the day tearing a giant hole underneath my sink and evidently -- judging from their behavior -- scaring the hell out of my two cats. (I'm not arguing; technically, I'm not even supposed to have cats.) The kitchen now has a vaguely industrial scent and the water tastes funny. I guess he's coming back to finish the job later.

There's a new interview with me online. It's about Mars. But you'd probably already guessed that . . .