Stewart “Shefzilla” Woodman plays a variation on one of his themes (journalists = bad) and mauls Landon Schoenfeld in the process, Adam Platt turns up and trumpets the circulation numbers of MplsStPaul, and someone who may or may not be Steve Marsh (the “white CJ”) notes: “Dude, that’s mucked up. You take the one pot brownie line from my story, ignore the other two chefs, and accuse me of sensationalism. Let me into your kitchen. I’ll write a story on you. Let’s see how tightassed your ship really is.” All in all: a mess. A big, nutty, entertaining mess.