I doubt anybody's noticed besides Chen and John yet, but they've had quite the spirited, uh, discussion on the comment page of my November 27th post.  The funny part is, none of this is specifically directed toward each other, so my interpretation is that there is no ill will intended.  Am I right gentlemen?  Of course I'm not.

Basically, Chen wants Roger to fill a noose--a spot typically inhabited by Canadians, if you know what I mean--and Roger's rebuttal is, in short, love Earth, hate Chen.

What better arena than my blog to cultivate hatred between two people who were once friends?  Our current leader?  Hands down, Chen.  Sorry John, but he got personal, and frankly, it was effin' hilarious.  For instance, you do wear dirty old wife beaters (you know damn well that even when they're clean, they're damned dirty) and grow things in your garden.  And it's quite obvious that Chen never had sex with a six-month-old elk carcass and Jennifer Lopez, but even if it was true, it'd be pretty cool, because J-Lo is hot enough to more than make up for whatever gross things happened with the elk carcass.

I think Chen is experiencing some regret about taking Levi's advice and lightening up on John a couple of months ago.  I know I am.  So here he comes trying to get back into a little groove, and, quite frankly, doing very well.  I encourage you, John, to start swinging and making a little contact below the belt.  Let's quit pretending like this is all just in fun and we actually like each other.

On a lighter note, I'm sure many of you keep re-visiting my blog to see what's on my Christmas List so you can finally finish your shopping.  All I want is a van.  And maybe some sweet and sour chicken, but that's a much lower priority.  I mean really, wouldn't I be a whole lot cooler when, as everybody was preparing to head out somewhere, I just casually pointed and said "everybody get in the van.....(sniff)"?  And I don't really care what kind of van it is, either.  It could be a minivan or a moving van, although after doing the moving van thing back from Seattle a couple of years  ago, it's not really at the top of my wish list, but beggars can't be choosers.  I really prefer the old Dodge Prospector.  Aw, pickleshoes, I always wanted to be an old prospector.  So let me know when you have that van taken care of so we can figure out our shipping options.

I have to get back out to the patio now, because the Corona just tastes a little bit better when you're sitting in the sun.