Not much happened this weekend, but I was super-productive and meditative in preparation for Vegas next weekend. Lots of gym workouts, cleaning, laundary, and I even squeaked in some work on Sunday and managed to hang out down with fuddruckus and manders with Tiny Gracelyn on Saturday night. I debuted my new crock-pot masterpiece: BBQ chicken. It’s actually secondhand from wwhazz, but who gives a shit; I am the best chef in the universe. If I can somehow generate enough moxie to move a box and a receiver from my living room to my storage space, I will have officially completed moving in, and only 2½ months after stepping through the door. Say lah vee, whazzmaster. Say lah vee.