- D.C. Mayor Adrian Fenty was named one of Men's Fitness magazine's Top 25 Fittest Men, via City Desk. Fake Adrian Fenty surely concurs with the distinction.
- Oh hey, the city totally got reimbursed for the Inauguration! Have to admit to being surprised on that one.
- Metrocurean previews Kids Restaurant Week. In other words, don't go to any of these restaurants next week if you're the sort who doesn't enjoy screaming and crying along with your meal.
- If you hadn't figured it out already, it's really best not to wake Congress Heights on The Rise's The Advoc8te up at 5 a.m. with your car horn. Just don't do it.
- The 42 notes that the 42 buses have started getting the new silver, red and blue Metrobus makeover.
- The Reliable Source talks to D.C. uber-developer Doug Jemal, owner of The Real World house in Dupont, who more or less confirms the MTV lease with his "denials."

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Uh oh....the police shot someone in DC. Let's see how long it will be before Jason Cherkis writes an article about how the police should have just left that guy alone and not shot him. Or maybe questioning if the cops really had a need to defend themselves and shoot him. I predict we'll see an article in the City Paper on this next week with Jason placing full blame on the MPD...as always. Any takers?
I also don't understand why reporters even bother questioning cops after they blast someone to hash. The alleged perp either was a career criminal or he wasn't. If he wasn't, then the cops go on paid leave for 18-months while the shootings are investigated, only to have the shooter eventually cleared of all charges. Then the family of the dead alleged perp sues the city for violating their son's civil rights, and the city settles out-of-court for an undisclosed sum. Either way, DC cops have a lishensh to kill, Mish Monnahpennah. We already know this. What I want to know is: why is Peter Nickles covering up for Dennis Rubin in the Eastern Market "arson" and why does Nickles deny residing inside a fire extinguisher alcove in Penn Quarter? And suddenly I realize that all of this: the fire, the contortionist, the revolution...has got something to do with a girl named Marla Singer.
Marla Singer was cleared of this a long time ago.
Little know fact: when she said "I haven't been fucked like that since grade school" it wasn't Nickles doing the fucking; it was Jack Burton.
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac Attorney General grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your taxes, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your taxes, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
Son of a bitch must pay!
Is this gonna get ugly, now? Huh? I hope not. Because I thought what we were here, racial differences notwithstanding, was just a couple of old friends. You know, just both of us Californians.
A man would have to be some kind of FOOL to think we're alone in THIS universe.
Indeed! Now shut up, Mr. Burton! You are not brought upon this world to "get it!"
I'm not sure if I'm more disturbed by the fact that you two can quote extensively from Big Trouble In Little China or that I recognized the dialog.
We really shook the Pillars of Heaven, didn't we, Wang?