Saturday night, Anne and I wanted to have some sort of date. I’ve been getting tired really quickly this week (doctor said to expect that) and I’ve had terrible headaches, so instead of going out, we stayed home and made dinner together.

I love cooking together. I love working together in the kitchen, helping each other out, and anticipating sitting down in our dining room when we’ve finished preparing our meal.

We made Eggplant Parmesan from a recipe I got from the Internets. Holy crap was it incredible. I think the key was using all organic and fresh ingredients, and olive oil instead of corn oil when we fried the eggplant. It took almost 3 hours from start to finish (the eggplant needed to drain for 2 hours) but since the whole idea was to hang out and make dinner together, the time didn’t matter; in fact, it was a bonus.

We also made this ice cream recipe that my mom gave us, using green tea soy ice cream, pineapple juice, coconut milk, and ginger snaps. It was kind of a weird choice, mixing something Asian with something Italian, but for mysterious reasons that are best left unexamined, it worked.

I’ve had a skull-crushing headache almost all week. It moves all around the front of my face, but it’s most persistent and most severe around and above my left eye.

It’s gotten so bad and so miserable, I called my doctor yesterday because I was worried about something Very Bad happening in my sinuses. Maybe I tried to do too much too soon, or maybe I have a small dwarf or elf living in there, I thought.

He thinks I may have pushed it too hard, so I’m back to minimal activity for the next five days. This timing is great, because we’re supposed to have nice weather all weekend, and I have a stack of comic books that I can take with me to the patio.

Reading the Absolute Dark Knight reactivated my Batmania, so I picked up Matt Wagner’s Batman and the Monsters and Batman and the Mad Monk. I also picked up the second TPB of Y: The Last Man, and the 4th TPB of Fables (I thought I’d read more of both of those, but apparently my brain was in my other pants at the time.) I’ve also got Doktor Sleepless, Black Summer, and Desolation Jones, because you can never have too much Internet Jesus while you’re taking antibiotics with side effects that (rarely but severely) include confusion, hallucinations, and nightmares.

For the moment, though, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, U2 is in heavy rotation on Airtunes*, and there’s an empty seat on the other side of the wall with my name on it.

Enjoy the weekend, wherever you are. If you’re in the US, don’t forget that our idiot government decided to make Daylight Savings time start a month early — tonight Saturday night / Sunday morning. Spring forward for great justice!

*Unforgettable Fire, Joshua Tree, and B-sides from the 80s FTW.

After I gave my keynote at PAX last year, tons of fellow gamers began repeating my "Don’t be a dick!" motto. Several people suggested to me that we put it on a T-shirt.

I was unsure, but on the last day of PAX, I worked up all the courage I could muster, and asked Jerry and Mike if they’d be into doing it.

"What do you think about doing something like, "Wil says, ‘Don’t be a dick.’?"

"We’re totally into that," Jerry said.

"Yeah, just talk to Robert and we’ll do it." Mike said.

What I said was, "Awesome," but what I heard was, "Chopper, sic balls."

Wait. That’s not right. Let me try again.

What I said was, "Awesome, " but in my in my head, I was running laps around the room like my dogs do when I come home from a long trip.

I talked to Robert, and over the next few months we put the whole thing together. Yesterday, they put the T-shirt into the Penny Arcade store:

This is a really exciting thing for me. Being drawn by Mike is a huge honor, and spreading the Don’t be a dick meme is pretty awesome, too.